Gu Qingqing was stunned.

She only felt that her fingers were gently held by Leng Sicheng, the tip of her tongue curled slightly, and her fingers with a slight burning pain seemed to be surrounded by warmth, like a mother's gentle hand, holding her hand in the palm of her hand.

She was a little stunned, and as soon as she looked up, she bumped into his cold pupils. Leng Sicheng's eyes were very light, and his expression was also very cold, but his mouth was very warm.

She didn't know what was wrong, she felt her heart beating wildly for a while, like a drum, knock, knock, the fingers in his mouth, as if connected to his tongue, and then to his heart, so that her whole hand, the whole person, the whole heart was like a kite with a string, and he was tightly dragged by him, and if she wanted to fly, if she wanted to fall, she had to fly from the sky.

Especially, when I occasionally raised my eyes, I saw Leng Sicheng's eyes and pupils, as if she was looking at her seriously and as if she was laughing, and in her amber cold pupils, there seemed to be clusters of flames dancing, and her heart was like a heavy blow, and her chest was like a spring. The delicate touch turned into an invisible thread that weaved into a net that wrapped her firmly in the net.

She suddenly became a little shy and wanted to withdraw her hand, but Leng Sicheng held her fingers tightly and didn't let her move. She looked at him a little surprised, but found that Leng Sicheng simply reached out and hugged her thin waist, and led her to retreat, retreat, until she retreated to the vicinity of the cooking table, her legs were against the cold marble cooking table, and when there was no way to retreat, Leng Sicheng suddenly stretched out his hand, swept the cleaned dishes on the cooking table to the ground with one arm, and then his big hand was like an iron tong, hugging her thin waist, and hugging her on the cooking table all of a sudden!

"I just washed the dishes!" Gu Qingqing snorted, and was about to go down to pick it up, she was sitting on the cooking table, the cold marble had just touched her body, and she subconsciously wanted to run.

Leng Sicheng stepped forward all of a sudden, his slender legs squeezed into her body, and firmly embedded her on the cooking table. Her hand wanted to be retracted, but it was bitten tightly by Leng Sicheng, his teeth biting her fingers thinly, not forcefully, and at the same time, the tip of his tongue was still sweeping carefully where he had just bitten, as if soothing.

"Leng Si City!" She felt a little strange, but she couldn't say anything in her heart, like a kitten sweeping her heart with its furry tail, a little itchy. "I'm still cooking."

"I know." Leng Sicheng still had her fingers in his mouth, and his voice was a little unclear, muttering, as if squeezed out of the depths of his throat. The slightly hoarse and indistinct tone, in the dim light of the kitchen, made people blush and heartbeat a little.

"Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you." She didn't dare to look at his face, nor did she dare to look into his eyes, and bowed her head a little panicked.

"I ...... I want to eat you. Leng Sicheng finally let go of her fingers, and his lips fell on the back of her neck. The breath gently blew the soft hair behind her ears, like lighting a fire, crackling and burning!

His hand clasped her waist tightly, so that she could not run away easily.

"Here's the kitchen......"

She resisted a little hard, and her little hands pushed his shoulders so that he couldn't get closer, but Leng Sicheng grabbed her hand and let her hand hook his neck.