A light kiss that had been tasted shallowly, when he touched her soft lips, instantly gave birth to an irresistible fatal attraction.

As if caught in a sweet trap, his brain had completely stopped thinking at this moment, and the only thing that existed in his mind was the possessiveness of crazy aggression.

After a long time, Li Qiancheng reluctantly got up.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the lips of dill with his slightly calloused fingertips, with an unfinished aftertaste on his face, and his eyes were faintly distant.

"Smack", Dill slapped away the fingers that caressed her lips, tilted her head slightly to look at her, and the hazy sleepiness in her dark eyes was long gone, replaced by a faint displeasure.

"What's wrong, Matsu?" Li Qiancheng was a little puzzled.

He was sure that he and she had enjoyed the kiss just now. Therefore, he was inevitably surprised by the displeasure shown by Dill at this moment.

Dill clutched her stomach and didn't speak, but still waited for him with those big watery eyes.

After the two stared at each other for a few moments, a "grunt" hunger warning sound came from Dill 's stomach.

Li Qiancheng instantly understood the meaning of her muffled voice, and said with a smile: "Ah Ying will go wash up first, and I'll go make breakfast for you now." ”

For Li Qiancheng's cooking, dill is assured. To be precise, what reassures her is the cooking skills of her family, Ah Cheng.

After all, in every small world before, her family Ah Cheng contracted her three meals a day.

In terms of eating, although dill is not an overly picky person, if she eats the same place or the same person's food for a long time, she will inevitably have a bit of greasy.

But the food made by her family Ah Cheng did not make her feel tired, and every time she tasted it was like the first time, with a flawless taste full of surprises.

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The wait for a meal is always long.

Xu was so bored that Dill had nothing to do finally remembered the little fans she had forgotten in the corner for a long time.

So, she connected to the mobile camera and opened the live broadcast room on her phone.

A person who has been diving for more than half a year suddenly goes on the line, and its impact will be no less powerful than a deep-sea torpedo. In an instant, it exploded hundreds of online viewers.

Dill said hello briefly, and after appeasing the "angry" fans who had not been pampered for months, she began to turn the camera.

The camera is flipped and no longer on the anchor's face, but on the back of a busy man in the kitchen.

The man wears a light-colored sweater, dark pants, and a girly apron tied around his waist. Such a combination should be full of a sense of disobedience, but somehow it has formed a unity of opposites in this person, which does not affect his cold and indifferent temperament and invisibly adds a bit of warm IKEA fireworks.

The kitchen is open-plan, not too deep but long enough.

The black marble countertops are filled with all sorts of fine kitchen utensils, each neatly arranged and polished.

As the camera moves, the scene in the kitchen is zoomed in little by little.

The back of the man, who was originally a little blurry in the morning light, slowly became clear. With a tall and straight figure and a broad and solid back, although the face is not exposed, it still exudes a strong masculine charm