"Death under pomegranate skirts, being a ghost is also romantic." Leng Jianan's kiss came up again, and Ke'er shrank, but she could not escape from the clutches of the devil.
He left a lingering lip mark on her body: "Ke'er, don't go to city B," he murmured.
"Why?" Ke'er asked puzzledly.
"Wouldn't it be pitiful if I missed you in the middle of the night?"
Ke'er suddenly laughed, bit his ear and said, "Can't you still masturbate?"
"You..." Leng Jianan bit her jaw and lightly bit her nose.
"Oh, the most beautiful thing about me is this nose, and now it's broken by you."
Leng Jianan said proudly: "Now, no one will argue with me."
"snort"
...
After some lingering, Leng Jianan took the mobile phone on the bedside table and turned it on. It was ten o'clock
"I really want to hold you in my arms and sleep for a while." Leng Jianan got back into bed again and hugged Ke'er.
Ke'er nestled in his arms and said, "No, I'm hungry, I want to eat your fried eggs."
Leng Jianan's lazy expression seemed to have suddenly sobered up a lot, and he regained his energy and said, "Okay, I'll do it for you right away."
Ke'er stuck out her tongue and smiled: "Am I pushing my limits a bit?"
Leng Jianan kissed her and said, "You are my woman. If you are not allowed to take advantage of me, why should you let others take advantage of me?"
Ke'er smiled happily
Leng Jianan patted her face and said, "I'm going to take a shower first, and you can clean up slowly."
"kindness"
Watching Leng Jianan's perfect inverted triangle figure walk into the bathroom, Ke'er patted her face, feeling really happy
Still two perfect fried eggs that look like works of art
Ke'er carefully ate the tender egg yolk and said, "Jianan, what else do you cook?"
Leng Jianan smiled and said: "Actually, I really only know how to make fried eggs. When I was a kid, whenever my mother made breakfast for me, there would always be fried eggs, and she would fry them beautifully, with tender but not slippery yolks.
So, I thought it was amazing. I learned it secretly and finally could cook it like my mother.
But……"
Leng Jianan said, looking a little sad
"What's wrong?" Kerr asked
Leng Jianan smiled and said: "It's nothing. When I learned it, my mother's health got bad and she couldn't make breakfast for me anymore, so I had to make omelettes for her."