Kiss You, Sweetheart

Song Zhixin smiles lazily and looks around the kitchen. The kitchen is full of food to be made tonight, full of the flavor of life.

A little bit of home.

Song Zhixin's heart warmed slightly. He turned around and put his head on her shoulder. He asked, "what are you going to do to reward me for the loss of my physical strength?"

Demi: --

If you say that you just suffered from physical exhaustion, it's your own fault. She didn't ask for it.

Recalling the lingering moment, song Zhixin can't help but tighten Demi's waist. Her voice is more ambiguous, which makes her heart beat.

"Just now, you are much better than before."

Demi's face burned like a fire. Body in his arms slightly moved, a little coquetry means: "let me cook well, my father is still hungry in the hospital."

It's dark outside the window.

When it comes to Zheng Baogang, song Zhixin takes a proper attitude and releases Demi. Looking at her reddish cheek, she still smiles.

He used to do all he could when he was teasing him, but he didn't blush. Now he often blushes.

However, the blush of Demi made his heart itch even more.

Women's shyness, in a man's heart, is mostly a reaction of refusing to return shyness.

Demi has washed the dishes and is ready to fry.

She skilled pour oil, asked a: "you still like to eat light?"

A word of you, let song Zhixin's eyes warm, showing a touch of moist light. After all these years, she still remembers his eating habits.

Does this mean that he still occupies such a small corner in her heart.

The oil is heating slowly. Demi takes the food and prepares to cook it. She drives him out: "you go out, there's a lot of smoke."

Song Zhixin chuckled: "although I don't cook, I know that this set of kitchen equipment has the best effect of lampblack at present. Otherwise also dare not, design to open type kitchen

Demi recognized a clue: "is this house yours?"

If he rented it, he couldn't be so familiar with household appliances.

Song Zhixin raised his eyebrow dissatisfied: "can't I afford such a small apartment?"

Demi: --

There is no way to communicate with local tyrants.

Ho! Dish into the pot, sounded the sound of frying, fragrance immediately came, just smell it should be delicious.

Because of the time, Demi only fried a few dishes, and soon came to the table.

Mr. Song has been sitting at the table, ready to enjoy the delicious food.

The clear fried dishes are very bright in color. Song Zhixin praised them: "they look good."

He took Demi's chopsticks and picked out the dishes to eat. Demi subconsciously said, "it's hot."

The dish stops at Song Zhixin's lips and looks at Demi with warm eyes. The subtle warmth in my heart makes me feel very comfortable.

Sexy lips, slightly a, then put the pinch of vegetables in the mouth, thin mouth slowly swallow, red Yin Yin Yin lips micro wriggle, even a bit sexy.

This monster, eating a la carte can tempt people.

Demi lowered her head to sit down opposite him.

Song Zhixin grabbed her hand: "sit beside me."

Demi Weimo.

Song Zhixin added: "bring me vegetables at any time."

Demi: --

She's a babysitter.