By the way, he took out the paper and wiped the juice on her hands.
"Let me down, I still want to wash my hands."
Still feeling his fingers sticky, Ye Zhiqiu didn't want to sit on his lap all the time, getting stuck in his arms.
"Which finger is so sticky that it's uncomfortable?"[
Ling Mufeng did not let her go, but just asked.
"Ah? It's mainly the thumb, index finger and middle finger."
“It’s very uncomfortable?”
"Yeah, a little bit."
"Then I'll help you!"
Ling Mufeng smiled badly and bit her index finger.
Roll the tip of your tongue and gently lick the remaining juice from your fingertips.
"Hey, is it okay to be more normal?"
Ye Zhiqiu's face turned red, pushed Ling Mufeng away, and stood up.
"I'm going to take a shower and rest, you can go back."
Ling Mufeng sat carelessly on the sofa, looking comfortable.
"Why do you have to go back? This is my house. If you want to take a shower, we will take a shower together."
"No! We are not married yet!" Ye Zhiqiu refused firmly.
Ling Mufeng blinked: "Who said we were not married? We have been married for two and a half years! I won't talk about it before... Last night, we were still together this morning!"
"Then I don't care! I won't sleep with you if it's not over yet!"
Ye Zhiqiu looked righteous.
"What you mean is that if you don't sleep with you, anything else is fine?" Ling Mufeng asked her with interest.
"It's not okay to take a bath!"
"That's OK."[
Ling Mufeng stood up with a smile, "Since the option is not opposed to being in love with you, I will reluctantly be able to agree to this condition."
"Hey, you..."
"Wash it well, wash it clean, it smells fragrant and soft, I'll eat it in one bite!"
Ling Mufeng stretched and turned around and went out.
"Bad guy!"
Ye Zhiqiu cursed hatefully at the closed door.
I packed up, dried my hair with a hairdryer, and looked at the calendar.