Shen Huaixu raised his head, "Kiss it again." ”

Jiang Fan did so and kissed him again.

Shen Huaixu, who saw the opportunity, didn't intend to let her go like this, and kissed her fiercely.

The desire was ignited at this moment, and Jiang Fan was not to be outdone, and his tongue was tightly entangled, like two vines entangled.

Seeing that she slowly responded to herself, Shen Huaixu gradually transferred the initiative to her.

The sudden relaxation made Jiang Fan a little at a loss, as if something that was already within reach suddenly slipped away. She didn't like this feeling of emptiness, and subconsciously hooked the man's thick and powerful tongue and sucked it gently.

Shen Huaixu hooked the corners of his lips slightly, supported her steadily, and wanted to go out when he raised his feet.

This space is too small to affect the play.

The sound of water stains and heavy wheezing in the small space is particularly clear and ambiguous, and only the sound of cooking can be heard.

Wait a minute!

Jiang Fan's eyes instantly dilated, left the wet area, and exclaimed: "My ribs!" ”

Shen Huaixu subconsciously looked at the stewed pork ribs with her, kissed her at the root of her ear, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I'll help you take a look." ”

After putting the person down, Shen Huaixu leaned over to look.

The ribs stewed for about twenty minutes, but Jiang Fan didn't dare to start the fire for fear of failing again, and the soup was naturally not taken away so quickly.

He flipped a few times with a small shovel.

"If you taste it, will it taste weak?" Jiang Fan stood beside him, took a clean spoon and gave it to him, and said.

Shen Huaixu took the spoon, scooped up a little soup, put it to his lips and sipped it.

Jiang Fan swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and then asked expectantly, "How is it?" Will it be unpalatable? ”

Shen Huaixu stared at her serious and expectant little expression, couldn't help but smile, put down the spoon, and reached out to grab her, "It's not unpalatable, you did a good job." ”

Jiang Fan's legs were a little weak when he was kissed just now, and now he hugged herself, she simply put her face on his left chest, and wrapped her hands tightly around his waist.

Shen Huaixu liked her sticking to herself very much, and while holding her with one hand, he twisted the fire with his hand, and then began to hold a shovel and constantly stir and collect the juice.

At the same time as the pot was served, the takeaway ordered by Jiang Fan also arrived.

With the sweet and sour pork ribs, there are four dishes and one soup in total, as well as a small cake and a bottle of red wine.

Jiang Fan is not a person who pays much attention to the sense of ceremony, but now he decorates the scene like a candlelight dinner, although there are no candles.

She also likes to drink red wine, red wine and tea are white moonshine, and the other is the existence of cinnabar moles.

Seeing that Shen Huaixu poured wine into his wine glass without hurrying, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, wanting him to pour a little more.

But he fell less than a third.

That's gone?

Jiang Fan raised his resentful little eyes and looked at Shen Huaixu.

Shen Huaixu chuckled, since he poured the wine, her expectant gaze never took off, and this little bit of caution couldn't be hidden at all.

When he turned back, he didn't forget to rub Jiang Fan's head at the same time, "You don't drink well, just drink a little bit." ”

Jiang Fan was a little surprised: "How do you know that I don't drink well." ”

Shen Huaixu sat opposite her, took her empty bowl, scooped a small half bowl of soup for her and handed it over, "Secret." ”