365 Days of Pampering: Baby, Marry Me

Leng Leng looked for a few seconds, Xia Xiaoqi nodded slightly.

Then she reached out to take it, but he had already raised the glass to her lips, and the hand she stretched out gently touched his.

Her fingers are more slender and white, vaguely touching his fingers, vaguely feeling a trace of temperature.

Embarrassed hands down, she obediently was fed a small mouthful of wine, and last time seems to be different, with a little sweet.

But maybe it's just because she just ate the cake and the sweetness in her mouth that makes her taste wrong.

After staying in her mouth for a while, she swallowed it slowly, and there was a faint smell of wine between her lips and teeth.

Suddenly, the face in front of her was enlarged. Before she could react, his lips stuck to hers. She tasted a little more mellow than her mouth, and unconsciously licked it with the tip of her tongue.

The movement is very small, almost imperceptible.

When she realized what she had done, her face became hot and embarrassed. She blushed and wanted to hide herself, but she backed away a little. A powerful hand pressed her back. She was half forced and half stunned to accept a hotter kiss than before

Until she was about to suffocate, she was let go, but before she could breathe smoothly, she was picked up.

She pressed her hot body to his chest through the clothes. She looked at him a little at a loss, but at this time she heard his low voice:

"Here, or back to the room? Well

She was stupefied for two seconds, then her face was red and buried in his chest, and she couldn't say a word

Wake up the next day, outside the sun has been very big, was covered by the curtain, through the light is particularly warm.

She didn't get up right away. She didn't have to rush to class. She always wanted to stay up for a while in the morning.

No one was around since she woke up. She knew he was going to work.

Originally, she wanted to get up early to prepare breakfast for him, but she overslept and woke up more than 9 o'clock, so she didn't rush to get up.

She lay for a while before she got up.

After washing her face and changing her clothes, she went to the kitchen to get herself a simple breakfast, and then went to the hospital.

As she passed the table, she saw a breakfast, a sandwich.

It's the same as what she made for him before. Toast with eggs, ham and vegetables. It looks good, at least better than her.

Did he make this?

She didn't know whether she was more surprised that he would prepare for her than that he would make breakfast.

Sure enough, I still don't know him. Except for what my aunt said, she knows little about him.

Eating the breakfast he prepared for her, she suddenly felt a little sad, because she thought he made it better than her.

She was very sure that she didn't buy it outside, because when she just went to the kitchen to pour milk, she saw that the ingredients she came back from shopping after school yesterday were less. At least she was 100% sure that the toast had been used.

This contrast made her a little bit afraid to cook for him again.

Will it be a little late to ask him to hire someone now?

Well, more practice will improve in the future.

In return for his breakfast, she thought she should prepare a richer dinner for him tonight.

But

Will he come back for dinner tonight?

Send a text message to him at noon.

With this in mind, she finished her breakfast, took the dishes to the kitchen, cleaned them, took the bag, confirmed what she had brought, and went out.