warm marriage sweet love

Chapter 58 You Feed Me

no?Do you really want to sleep with me?
Seeing her pitiful appearance as if she was going to be ravaged, he was angry and funny, and was about to tease her again, but she said first, "Tonight, I'm going to plan our simulated date, can you Don't bother me, or the plan will be ruined, and don't blame me."

Although she knew it was an excuse, it was rare for her to remember their date.

An imperceptible smile flickered across his handsome face: "Okay, I'll give you one night, if you don't satisfy me, start over."

"I know." Yi Youxia slammed the door shut.

Good luck, dodged a catastrophe!
Of course, ice gourd can't be fooled by just an excuse, and the date has to be put on the agenda.

So, the next evening, she called Rong Zhenye to the rooftop garden.

Seeing the pots and dishes placed on the stone table, Rong Zhenye broke into a sweat: "You have planned for so many days to eat hot pot on the rooftop?"

"That's right, there are moonlight, starlight and lamps above your head, and flowers and beautiful scenery around you. Isn't it romantic and cheap?" Yi Youxia grinned, smiling sweetly.

No creativity, no novelty, no sincerity!

Rong Zhenye folded his arms across his chest, not hiding the disappointment on his face.

Yi Youxia had already guessed that the picky man would be dissatisfied, so he unhurriedly took out a forget-me-not hidden under the table and brought it to him, "There are two kinds of love in this world, one is vigorous, and the other is love. One is a steady flow. Your date symbolizes the former, unique, romantic, and dreamlike, while my date represents the latter, ordinary, simple, and real."

There was mist in Rong Zhenye's eyes, and a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, like a drop of ink dripping into the water, rippling and dizzying beautifully and poetically, spreading to the corners of his eyes and brows in circles.

"You pass." He took the forget-me-not and sat on the chair.

"Let's eat." Yi Youxia's thick eyelashes flickered like butterfly wings, hiding the sly twinkling star eyes inside.To be honest, there are so many things going on these days, she doesn't have time to plan a date to mess with him, so she can only deal with it temporarily.

It can be regarded as letting him go, and he should be grateful.

She opened two cans of cold beer and handed one to him: "Come on, let's toast and toast to the second mock date!"

He smiled charmingly, stretched out his hand, and there was a crisp crash in the air, like the resonance of two hearts colliding passionately.In fact, any date is beautiful as long as the protagonist is the right person.

Yi Youxia prepared a mandarin duck pot, which was half spicy and half the seafood flavor that Rong Zhenye liked.

Her big beautiful eyes blinked mischievously, "Xiaoye, spicy food is the best delicacy in the world, do you want to try it bravely?"

"If you are willing to sacrifice, maybe I will have a little courage." Rong Zhenye showed a narrow smile.

There is a conspiracy!
Tell her intuitively.

Raising her eyebrows, she deliberately asked, "How to sacrifice?"

"Hey me!" He put down his chopsticks, leaned back on the chair, and said two words slowly.

simple!
Yi Youxia scalded a piece of fat beef in spicy soup and brought it to his mouth.

He shook his head: "Not with hands!"

"What's the use?"

"mouth!"

Yi Youxia choked, raised her brows, and was about to get angry, but put it away cunningly, showing a hint of a smile, "Okay!"

Her delicate red lips contained a small piece of flesh, and slowly brought it to his lips. The moment her lips touched, she opened her mouth and bit his lips. With a little force, she heard him moaning. the sound of.

She let go of her white teeth proudly, with a vengeful smile on her face: "This is called taking the initiative, winning by surprise, you taught me."

Rong Zhenye licked the painful part of her bite, and smiled evilly: "It's okay, chewing is kissing, biting is love." While she was not paying attention, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms, "Don't bite!" Dating would be boring without chewing."

The aggressive thin lips were about to press on her, but she was blocked by her little hand: "If you dare to foul again, I will never show mercy."

"The harder the bite, the deeper the affection." Breaking away her little hand, he clasped her chin, which she was trying to avoid, and he was about to kiss her without hesitation, but he was disturbed by the ringing of the phone.

(End of this chapter)