He raised his head, his eyes sparkling with dazzling light, and his hand touched her cheek across the table, as if making a promise: "As long as you are willing, I am willing to eat your leftovers for the rest of my life."
He doesn't know how to vow each other, and he doesn't bother to talk sweet words, but such a true sentence makes Qiu Mo's eyes wet with emotion. She thought of a sentence she had read in a book: I always thought that love was romantic passion, vows of eternal love, roses and passionate kisses.
However, when the passion fades and the oath of love no longer exists, you will find that the man who is still watching you and is willing to eat half a bowl of leftovers for you is the true love you are looking for.
Seeing him eating voraciously, he was definitely not the cold young man in the eyes of others who always had a cold face, cherished his words like gold when speaking, and was decisive and ruthless in his actions. She felt unusually satisfied in her heart. Such a cold look only belonged to her.
, is her exclusive possession.
Leng Xiao raised his head and saw her giggling, frowning in confusion, then put down his chopsticks: "I'm full."
Qiu Mo cleaned up the dishes, and he also helped, but he was just making trouble. He hugged her and kissed her, which made it impossible for her to calm down and clean the kitchen. In the end, she was so angry that she
After locking him out of the kitchen door, he had to walk to the sofa angrily and fight for space with the spoon.
The spoon means that the pear is very big. First, this man came and took the bed that originally belonged to it. Now it has to give half of the soft and comfortable sofa corner that only it could enjoy to this man; second, will he?
Also like to eat carrots?
Leng Xiao had just sat there for a while, and before turning on the TV, Wen Shang called. It was probably about some urgent business matters that others could not make the decision for, so he had to make the decision.
"I'll go to the company in a minute. By the way, send me two sets of clothes."
Wen Shang was also frightened last night. Fortunately, he finally knew that he was fine and had a good sleep.
By the way, I called Leng Ningyu to make sure he was safe, otherwise there would be a lot of commotion in Leng's house for a while.
Qiu Mo washed the dishes and then washed her hands. She used an olive leaf hand oil, which was not very fragrant, but had a refreshing smell.
Leng Xiao held her hand under his nose and smelled it for a long time, and finally took her hand and pulled her into his arms.
Qiu Mo screamed and was already on his lap.
He put his arms around her and said, "Feeling better?"
"Well, if you take a few more pills today, you should be fine." She put her forehead against his broad and full forehead and said, "Isn't it hot anymore?"
He raised his face slightly, his lips touched hers, and he said to her like that: "It's not hot anymore."
When he spoke, his voice was very soft, and his fresh breath naturally entered her mouth, with a hint of teasing.
Such ambiguous actions made Qiu Mo a little overwhelmed, but he still refused to let go.
"You don't have to go to work?" Qiu Mo knew that he had no rest days, three hundred and sixty-five days, and whenever something happened, he would definitely go to the company.
"Are you driving me away?" There was a slight anger in his eyes.
"No..." She hurriedly defended herself. In fact, she hoped that he could stay with her for a while. After all, they hadn't seen each other for a week and today was the weekend. She wanted to spend a good time with him.
But she was a little panicked and her body tightened.
"If you don't want me to go to work, I won't go. I'll stay here with you." His lips touched hers and kissed her small nose, delicate cheekbones, and pink cheeks.
It made her feel itchy and comfortable, and she made a little squeaking sound without realizing it.
This shallow sound seemed to be some kind of invitation to him. He finally couldn't bear it anymore and kissed her overwhelmingly.
It was urgent and dense, with a predatory aura that made her unable to breathe. She could only hold his neck tightly to find a point of strength for her body that was about to lose its balance.
"No... don't..." Qiu Mo felt his restless hands reaching down the hem of her clothes. She moaned softly subconsciously, but was quickly blocked by his lips and tongue. His kiss carried him as always.
That unique force of compulsion made her unable to parry or resist. She could only put her two small hands on his shoulders obediently and accept his invasion one after another.
Leng Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly and saw her pretty face that was lost in passion. The two pink touches on her face were as bright as the peach blossoms in March. There was a trace of transparent pink in the white, so crystal clear.
The top outlined her young and alluring body lines, the white skin at the neckline and the slender legs under the skirt made the beast inside him roar.
He remembered the time he accidentally entered her room after being drunk. She was reading a book on the bed. He walked over, took out the book and threw it to the ground without thinking, and then roughly pressed her under him.
That time, it was her first time, but he showed no sympathy and turned a blind eye to her pain. He even put on his clothes and left without any words of comfort after doing it.
Thinking about it now, she must have cried alone after he left and her eyes were swollen. A woman gave her first night, but was thrown aside like garbage. He cursed himself in his heart that he was a beast.
He kissed her regardless, everything around him seemed to have become a decoration, but she was real and what he had longed for for a long time.
He had lost her before, but miraculously regained her. His breathing was rapid, passing by her ears like wind, giving her a strange numbness.
She lay softly in his arms, letting him give and ask for her.
"Momo..." He bit her lips gently and hugged her up.
She exclaimed in a low voice, and then he kissed her again. In Spoon's envious eyes, he carried her from the sofa to the bedroom. Spoon, who was about to continue enjoying the erotic scene, was made very happy by the slamming of the door.
Not good, but fortunately, there are carrots.
He placed her on the soft, snow-white bed and then laid all over her.
"Momo..." He lowered his eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were blurred, a little aggrieved, but also a little excited. In short, the feeling was wonderful, and she liked his touch.
She became shy when he looked at her so intently, and turned her head away slightly. His fingers pinched her sharp chin, and with a somewhat rough tongue, he inserted it into her mouth, plundering her fragrance almost greedily.
The other hand reached into the hem of her clothes even more sinisterly, slowly stroking her waistline, feeling the smoothness under the palm of her hand better than silk.
Then move up little by little, and finally accurately hold the undulating plumpness.
He kneaded with just the right amount of force, making the person underneath him couldn't help but arch his waist, as if he wanted to escape, but also wanted to stick closer.
He unbuttoned her pajamas, and her soft breasts, graceful neck and waistline, and slender legs appeared in his fiery sight like a thin porcelain doll.