Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Don't you want to teach me?" Dongfang Shijin leaned over and sprayed his breath on Ye Qingcheng's neck, maliciously.

"Touch me again and I won't eat!"

"Then I'll eat you. I'm very hungry. There's no supper here." he said, and the hand of Dongfang Shijin was about to go up.

Ye Qingcheng hurriedly pressed and held the chopsticks on the table in his other hand.

The dark black eyes of Dongfang Shijin have broken light and posture. He can only see ye Qingcheng's side face, because she has lost a lot these days.

"Press the first section of the ring finger against the middle of the chopsticks, and three quarters of the chopsticks fall between the thumb and index finger. Clamp the chopsticks with the force of the ring finger and thumb."

Ye Qingcheng bowed his head and fiddled with his fingers.

"Put your middle finger against the middle of the chopsticks, and the other end falls between your thumb and index finger. Just put your index finger on the chopsticks."

"Try it."

Ye Qingcheng put chopsticks for him. His hands were very beautiful, white, bony, but not Niang.

Dongfang Shijin shook his finger.

"The three fingers skillfully follow the lever principle. Take the thumb as the fulcrum, the middle finger and index finger move flexibly, and then cooperate with the chopsticks below to pick up food."

While talking, Dongfang Shijin leaned forward slightly and picked up a beef willow, "open your mouth -"

"..." Ye Qingcheng said goodbye, "just eat it yourself."

"Open your mouth -" Dongfang Shijin held up chopsticks and handed the beef to her lips.

Ye Qingcheng turned his face and had to open his mouth. The taste of beef was very delicious, "not bad."

But this meal, ye Qingcheng's interest is not too high. She is obviously in a state of some wandering.

Dongfang Shijin looked at her and felt something strange in her heart. Her arms were tightened around her. Ye Qingcheng's eyes fell on the jumping candle

I can't help it. It seems that the handsome face is jumping in the candle.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were smiling. When he looked at her, there was a thick tenderness

"Still angry with me?" Dongfang Shijin suddenly asked in a low voice, with a slightly hot breath beside her ear.

"What?" Ye Qingcheng's wandering back did not want to understand what Dongfang Shijin was talking about.

"The rainy night I said..."

"..." the calm heart lake seems to have a faint ripple, "what's the matter?"

"Still mad at me?"

“……”

Ye Qingcheng realized that Dongfang Shijin cares about her

For so long, it seems that he can find the reason for all his strange actions.

It turned out that Dongfang Shijin thought she was still angry that day

Ye Qingcheng didn't know what to say. His lips moved, but he didn't know how to open his mouth or what he could say.

"Nothing," Dongfang Shijin hugged the woman in his arms, "maybe I will make you angry, but I always have countless ways to make you happy."

"..." it seems that a breeze has blown across her calm heart lake.

Dongfang Shijin just hugged her tightly. The air was unexpectedly calm. Ye Qingcheng could hear his heart beating violently

"I... I'm ready..." Ye Qingcheng suddenly felt that the air around him seemed to be slowly warming up. He quickly dropped his chopsticks, jumped down from his legs and ran upstairs.

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