sweet love

Chapter 17 Girl, this is called kissing

Tang Zhihuan froze in place while maintaining his posture.

After a while, she touched her mouth with her fingertips and realized that Song Xixi was kissing him.

Why did he feel that Song Xixi was eating Alps?
Looking at the girl who was silently drinking soup with her head bowed, Tang Zhihuan smiled, went back to the kitchen to wash two pairs of clean chopsticks, and tapped her on the head with his knuckles: "Eat noodles with chopsticks."

Song Xixi was so shy that even the tip of her nose turned red, she took the chopsticks and sucked on the noodles in small mouthfuls.

She now feels that the sound of sucking noodles is very embarrassing.

Tang Zhihuan looked at her quietly, smiled, and generously ate the noodles in front of him.

Elegant but not lacking in speed, when he finished eating, Song Xixi had only eaten a small half.

Pulling a napkin to wipe his mouth, remembering the scene where Song Xixi kissed him just now, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile, he threw the tissue into the trash can, and casually ordered: "Wash the dishes after eating."

"Why?"

"I cook the noodles, so you do the dishes."

"..." What kind of regulation.

"Nonsense, my mother cooks and my mother washes the dishes in my house!"

Tang Zhihuan stopped and turned around. The simple outfit of white clothes and black trousers was indescribably good-looking.

"Then why do you ask me to wash the dishes every time after you get married?"

"..." Song Xixi ate, lowered his head and continued to eat noodles.

I have to say that Tang Zhihuan's cooking skills are pretty good, the noodles are delicious, and after eating the noodles, Song Xixi took two sips of soup before going to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

She doesn't like washing dishes, but she has to bow her head under the eaves.

After washing the dishes and cleaning up the garbage in the kitchen, the man in the living room took the keys on the coffee table and casually pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose: "I'll take you home after eating."

"I don't want to go back." The girl pouted and sat down on the sofa.

"why?"

"My mother hid all my novels."

"..."

"The third year of high school stayed up late reading novels, how did you test the imperial capital?" Tang Zhihuan asked warmly.

Even after marriage, he has nothing to do with this girl's addiction to reading novels.

"I'm not going back anyway!"

Song Xixi turned her head to the other side, lowered her head and played with the tassels on the pillow on the sofa, as if ignoring Tang Zhihuan.

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and then the rustling of the sofa was heard.

Slowly, Song Xixi had no escape, and was surrounded by men in the corner of the sofa.The long eyes under the round mirror frame carried a dangerous and heart-pounding aura, and Song Xixi's breathing quickened nervously.

Holding his chest with her little hands to keep him from approaching, her expression shy and shy: "What are you going to do..."

"What can I do as a lonely man and a widow?" Tang Zhihuan chuckled, brushing her brows and eyes with his thin fingertips, and continued to say in a low voice, "If I don't go back, I will solve my physical needs..."

"you……"

All words were silent and swallowed by the man.

Staring at the girl who was breathing heavily, Tang Zhihuan kindly taught her: "Girl, this is called kissing."

"..."

"I'll ask again, do you want to go back?"

After three seconds of confrontation, Song Xixi surrendered.

"I'm going back!"

With her eyes closed, she yelled out these words, her brain could no longer move, but there was a little deer in her heart that was bumping wildly regardless of east, west, north and south, and it was about to burst out soon.

Opening his eyes, Tang Zhihuan was already up, standing by the sofa with the key in his hand, smiling with thin lips: "Hurry up."

When I got home, Mother Song was still angry, and it was Father Song who opened the door.

After exchanging pleasantries, Song Xixi took Tang Zhihuan back to the bedroom.

As soon as he entered the door, Tang Zhihuan felt that his field of vision was much wider, and everything was neatly arranged, even the quilt was folded neatly.

(End of this chapter)