All afternoon, Mo Xiaoran stayed in the racing club and watched Huang Xiaojue practice.
She swears to God that this is not what she wants! How could a good baby like her skip class casually?!
The sky finally got darker, and Huang Xiaojue completed his afternoon exercise. On the way back, Mo Xiaoran put on a bitter face and stared at Huang Xiaojue intently.
"Why are you looking at me? You are so obsessed with your husband?" Huang Xiaojue drove leisurely, looking at Mo Xiaoran from the corner of his eyes, his tone full of playfulness.
"…!" Mo Xiaoran was too lazy to argue with him, but was just observing a moment of silence alone, with a look of depression on his face, "This afternoon's class was gone... Alas, I have to learn by myself because of you...
Maybe you will be punished by the school... It's all your fault!"
Really, he practiced his car and she went to her school. Isn’t this good? Who knew that Huang Xiaojue actually asked her to stay by her and watch him practice!!
Huang Xiaojue smiled evilly and was about to speak, his phone vibrated.
“You have a new message.”
The screen lights up, and the sender is Louis. He swipes his finger across the screen and clicks on the text message. The content is quite short, "Three weeks later, the International Racing Park."
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Back in the villa of Tianxi College, Mo Xiaoran walked into the kitchen very consciously. When she came out after a while, she had tied her apron, put her left hand on her hips, and held a spatula in her right hand, and asked proudly, "You are going tonight."
What do you want to eat?”
Huang Xiaojue was stunned, then smiled wickedly at the little girl in front of her. Her wide green apron covered most of her petite body, so cute that it was impossible to look away.
"Well... Wife, I want to eat tofu."
"Okay! I know." Mo Xiaoran was very happy. She turned around and was about to enter the kitchen. When she walked again, she turned around and asked again, "Do you want to eat steamed, fried, fried, dried tofu or...?"
"None aren't," Huang Xiaojue interrupted her with a wicked smile, "Wife, I only love to eat your tofu..."
"Ah?" Mo Xiaoran didn't react and looked at him in confusion.
Huang Xiaojue said nothing, pulled her little body, pressed her against the wall, lowered her head, deeply held her delicate little mouth, and flexibly penetrated into her mouth, teasing her lilac tongue...
…
“Um…”
It was not until he really "eat tofu" that Mo Xiaoran realized what he meant!
asshole!!!
She took the initiative to cook for him, and he still teased her like this...
Sure enough, I can't be too good to the bastard!
After a long time, Huang Xiaojue ended the lingering kiss, but his strong body still pressed against her domineeringly, and his strong chest seemed to rub against somewhere on her body intentionally or unintentionally, and charming words lingered around her.
Beside the ears:
"It seems that there is not much tofu on your chest, but your little mouth is sweeter."
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Thank you Xueer, the Ferris wheel, and the still red envelope~~
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