Louis clawed his paws, his two eyebrows acting like caterpillars as chrysalis, he took a deep breath and asked tentatively, "What ......about that?" Did I really touch it? ”

"Hmm." Catherine nodded in response.

At this point, Louis began to pretend to be a serious man again, and he sat upright on the couch, staring at the blank wall in front of him, like Snape who had entered the Death Eaters' meeting.

Catherine saw through Louis's nervousness, shyness and overwhelm, the corners of her mouth hooked a playful arc, leaned over, and deliberately brought a hint of flattery: "I said it just now, why don't you dare now?" ”

This woman is so good that Louis is so itchy from the smell of the blue musk that his heart is as uncomfortable as a cat's scratch.

In order not to expose the fact that he was a little timid, he had the courage to clench his fist with his right hand and point at himself with his thumb, looking full of confidence: "Just kidding, I'm super brave!" ”

As he said this, he put his hands on Catherine's thighs, and the first thing he felt was the smooth fabric, and then Catherine's body temperature, which was obviously a comfortable body temperature, but it made Louis feel that his palms were burned.

This Louis is Sun!

"What to eat at night? Mom may come back late today, I'll cook for you. Catherine asked, seemingly clueless.

But Louis obviously did not understand the hint, but stretched his upper body, pretending to be a reserved gentleman, and said casually: "You can eat anything." ”

Being interrupted by Catherine's beating, Louis also adjusted his mentality, he thought about touching it, but found that he underestimated the soft fabric, and his hand slipped and lost his head, and he hurriedly pressed Catherine's thigh meat with his subordinates.

The soft flesh fit tightly with his fingers, and the soft hand felt so good that Louis subconsciously grabbed two more handfuls.

Catherine's body stiffened slightly, and an itch rose from the place covered by Louis's palm, which then spread to all the limbs.

She bit her lower lip and clamped her thighs with some difficulty, and her toes, which were wrapped in white silk, shrank a few times, and unconsciously rubbed against Louis's legs.

Louis subconsciously looked up at Catherine, only to find that she was leaning on the couch, flipping through it with a copy of Italian cooking in her hand.

It doesn't seem to notice his little movements.

Louis was completely relieved, but he still didn't dare to be too abrupt in his heart, for fear of touching Catherine in a hurry, so he changed to a massage and pressed Catherine's two perfectly shaped long legs from top to bottom.

As it turned out, Catherine had no difficulty in harnessing the white silk.

White silk has higher requirements for leg shape and body shape, and the slightest shortcomings can be magnified, but on Catherine's legs, it is like icing on the cake, and the already delicate jade legs are more perfect.

"I'm going to eat pudding, Cathy." As he pressed Louis's thoughtless words, he popped up.

Catherine pulled her leg back from Louis's hand, and she got up, and went into the kitchen like the wind, closed the door, and leaned against the kitchen door, covering her pounding heart to calm her mind.

Louis was left to sit there, his hands still clutching at the void, as if he was still savoring the pudding's Q-bomb.

In a daze for a while, he wanted to go to the kitchen to help Catherine, but she waved a rice spoon and threw herself out in embarrassment.

The wait was anxious, especially since he had just made up a few mouthfuls of croissants in the morning and left the house with the red-haired brothers, and Louis sat on the couch and looked boredly at Catherine busy in the kitchen, her stomach still growling.

The main thing was that he was getting hungrier and hungrier after that stimulation just now.

Even if Catherine's cooking level is close to that of Shimura Miao, according to Louis's current level of hunger, it is estimated that she will have to go hungry.

I hope people are okay.

Just when he was a little dizzy with hunger, Catherine's natural voice finally sounded reminding him to start eating.

Louis jumped up from the couch with a sturgeon and rushed into the kitchen with a thunderous jingle of bells.

Looking at the sumptuous dinner on the table, he realized that he was wrong, at least Catherine's cooking was delicate and beautiful, and the pungent aroma made his mouth water.

Louis is sure that Catherine is not the scary woman who can fry an egg into dark matter.

Sister Miao: Don't cue.

After going to the hall, Louis ticked Catherine off the kitchen again.

However, judging from the conditions of his family, he doesn't need Catherine to go to the kitchen.

Louis sat on the chair with his butt butted and was beaten by Catherine.

"Go wash your hands." She reminded.

"Oh." Louis nodded, obediently washed his hands before sitting back.

"Taste it, I don't make it very tasty, you bear with it." Catherine snorted haughtily, but looked at Louis expectantly, she put her hands behind her back, and clenched her fists nervously.

Louis picked up a piece of red stewed tripe and put it in his mouth, the tripe was stewed soft, and as he chewed, a variety of aromas exploded in his mouth.

It's delicious, at least the last time Louis ate such a superb tripe, it was the last time.

Ah no, it's still last time at my aunt's house.

Catherine's cooking skills are at least masterful.

I really don't know how this woman is so powerful, she can do everything, she is proficient in everything, she is like God's favorite daughter, and she is the best of heaven and earth.

made a lot of money, and Louis gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

He looked up and gave Catherine a thumbs up.

"It's delicious, Cathy, you're better than the royal chefs."

Louis praised from the bottom of his heart.

Whoever married her was really a blessing that he had cultivated for eight lifetimes, and he secretly praised it in his heart.

"Sweet mouth." Catherine said this, but her heart was sweet, and the praise from her sweetheart made her rise up like a little woman's happiness.

For people who cook, recognition from a sweetheart is more important than anything else.

Louis ate a good meal, he leaned back on the stool, and said weakly, "Cathy, you can't cook in the future......"

"Why?" Catherine's tone suddenly froze.

Isn't changing face a woman's stunt?

No, it's a natural skill.

Louis said curtly: "Your cooking is too delicious, I'm afraid that I will eat too much and be so fat that I can't find a girlfriend." ”

In fact, this is nonsense, just with the small condition that Louis, who has a small family and a small network in Daiying, it seems that there is no need to worry too much about this.

Although a fat person ruins everything, even if this person is mediocre and a little dirty, as soon as he has money, he immediately looks spicy and handsome.

Catherine snorted: "Then I will cook for you every day in the future, and you will be fat!" ”

"So what if I'm so fat that no one wants to?" Louis said jokingly.

"Even then, there will be people who will never leave you." Catherine's face turned red at once.

"Who?" Louis didn't react and asked stupidly.

"I'm going to wash the dishes! You fool fawn! Catherine angrily whisked Louis into the living room.