69.【Know what it means when a man says he’s hungry】
Tian Junhao did not let her go and asked again: "What on earth are you doing?"
"Hao, I'm hungry."
An Ying turned her head and didn't look, so as not to be distracted by him.
Behind her, there were light footsteps, and the kitchen knife in An Ying's hand was snatched away by Tian Junhao and placed on the knife board.
"Let the servants do it."[
One sentence, with a strong nasal voice, seemed to have a hint of displeasure.
When he woke up and found nothing around him, he was startled. It turned out that the greedy cat had run into the kitchen to steal some food.
Tian Junhao hugged her from behind, and the remaining tension in his heart finally disappeared.
An Ying turned her face away, and her moist and hot breath blew the hair around her ears slightly, making her whole body tingle.
He quickly said: "No, it's so late, I'll do it myself."
In order to break up the blur of emotions that Tian created around her, An Ying quickly picked up the green onions and started cutting them.
Tian Junhao narrowed his eyes, but his hands held her waist dishonestly. He felt that the little thing in his arms kept twisting his waist. He wanted to resist but didn't dare to be careful, and he was touching her heart-warmingly.
Whisper in the ear: "I'm hungry too."
"ah..."
An unexpected kiss fell on the side of her face, and An Ying's little heart suddenly lifted up. He wouldn't want to eat her right now.
After spending a few days with Tian Junhao, she gradually understood what it meant when a man said he was hungry.
"Ah, what, give me one."
A wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he turned around and walked out.
In the quiet night, the sound of a lighter suddenly sounded. At this moment, Hao was in the living room not far away.
An Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief, her face turned red unconsciously, and she said with great contempt in her heart: An Ying, An Ying, you are hopeless, your mind is full of lust and love.
After a while, two bowls of egg fried rice with a pleasant aroma appeared in front of Tian Junhao.
In the silence, no one spoke. An Ying handed Tian Junhao a pair of chopsticks, and her expectant eyes fell on the delicious-looking scrambled eggs in front of him.
It felt like a little woman cooking for her boyfriend. The corners of Tian Junhao's mouth unconsciously curved, incomparably enchanting and gorgeous.
An Ying looked at him expectantly: "Hao, try it quickly, is it delicious?"