Encountered Uncle Se's ex-husband came to find fault

"Xiaorou said, we can have a candlelight dinner without being disturbed by anyone." His voice was vague, his lips continued to invade her body, and gradually kissed her collarbone.

Both of them were sitting on the balcony in the open air, and people would see them if they were farther away, or on the balcony of the community opposite, Han Yixing's face started to heat up, and he insisted on pushing back the hands tied around his waist.

"Meng Beichen, don't push yourself too hard!"

"I can't do even a single kiss." He frowned dissatisfiedly, his lips pressed against the corner of her lips, and whispered softly: "Xing'er, don't you miss me?"

"You're right in front of me, what's on your mind? Let go, since Xiao Rou won't eat your cooking anymore, I'll do what I can, let's try it first." [

"Yes, but you are in my arms, and I still miss you so much."

"Don't feel nauseous, can't you get up?"

"Kiss me once, and I'll let you go." He put conditions on her, not wanting to let her go.

"Never, absolutely not!" Someone shook his head firmly.

Someone wanted to bite her with itchy teeth, "Why?"

"Because, this is a matter of principle. You chased me, so why should I kiss you?" Taking advantage of him being slightly stunned, she broke away from his hand and jumped down, running towards the kitchen.

Meng Beichen was extremely helpless, his arms were empty, and he felt a little dissatisfied.

But today was a rare day when there were only the two of them, so they followed her into the kitchen and arranged a large table of dishes.

"Are you sure you want to have dinner now?" It's still early in the sky.

"What does that matter, or are you afraid that what you cook won't taste good?" Han Yixing only ate a small bowl of dumplings at noon, and was already hungry, so he sat down without looking at the time.

Meng Beichen wandered around the living room before asking, "Are there any candles?"

Han Yixing almost spit out his food, but he was serious, "Hey, what kind of candlelight dinner are you making, do you want to come and eat?"

He shrugged his shoulders and didn't look for it anymore. He sat down opposite her, and every time he tasted a dish, his face showed surprise, and he couldn't help laughing: "Little rice bucket, isn't the dish I cook delicious? "

"Barely get along." Han Yixing didn't tell the truth, in fact, it was really delicious, she couldn't figure it out, is this the first time for this person to cook?It seems to be more delicious than what she made.