Can You Love Me?

By the time Jian Zechuan realized it, he had already bowed his head and kissed her.

The soft lips were contained in the mouth, biting lightly, and the breathing gradually became heavy.

Xin Ai sighed and opened his eyes.

The girl who just woke up, her eyes are hazy, and her eyes are as clean as a newborn baby. When she saw this world for the first time, she was full of surprise. She exclaimed in a low voice: "Three... um..."

As soon as he spoke, all the voices were eaten by Jian Zechuan.

Xin Ai was dazed by the kiss, slowly climbed up Jian Zechuan's neck with both hands, and raised her head to cooperate with him.

It is a good thing that he is willing to kiss her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately she came back, otherwise, today's meal would have been for nothing, and the show would not have been in vain.

The skirt was lifted up to the waist and piled up on the lower abdomen. The callused hand slid across the skin. It seemed that there was an electric current passing through Xin Ai's body. She couldn't help trembling because of the excitement. Little by little it seemed to be taken away.

Jian Zechuan's hand was going up more and more, Xin Ai was afraid that he would not be able to hold it in the end, so he hurriedly pushed him, separated from him, and said with a blushing face, "Third Master, I... haven't had my period yet?"

Jian Zechuan ignored her, seemed a little drunk, and buried himself in her neck, biting the delicate flesh of her neck, it was prickly, itchy, and slightly painful.

Xin Ai gritted her teeth, this guy must be a dog, she found out, he likes to bite him.

Xin Ai thought badly, Jian Zechuan's friends all thought that he was a fairy with a demeanor, so they should really show others what he looks like now.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Jian Zechuan stopped, with a serious face, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Xin Ai clutched her neck, "Itches..."

This word has turned a few turns, it is delicate and pretty, and the heart of the listener is even more itchy.

Seeing that Jian Zechuan's eyes were dim, and there seemed to be fire flowing, Xin Ai was no longer a girl who didn't understand anything, so what did he mean by the way of nature, he hurriedly said: "Third Master, have you been drinking? Have you eaten?"

Afterwards, she lowered her head again, bit her lip, grabbed his collar, and said in a low voice: "I asked for nothing, I must have eaten."

"not yet."

Xin Ai raised her head abruptly: "Ah? Why haven't you eaten yet? Wait a minute, I'll heat up the food, it will be ready soon..."

She quickly got out from under Jian Zechuan's arms, picked up the dishes on the table with her bare feet, and ran to the kitchen to heat them up.

When the dishes were hot, she was afraid that Jian Zechuan and others would be irritable, so she turned to him and said, "It will be soon."

Jian Zechuan tore off his tie, took off his coat, and unbuttoned the two buttons on the neckline, staring at Xin Ai's back without moving away.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of nightclubs, seeing all kinds of men and women with evil intentions, Jian Zechuan felt that coming back to face this little fox would make him feel a little happier.

Although she also harbored evil intentions, in the end, it was raised by him himself.

The eagerness to be lifted up on her body was comforted by her busy figure and the fragrance gradually wafting out.

After heating the last crucian carp tofu, Xin Ai shouted: "Third Master, it's time to eat."

Jian Zechuan walked over and sat down, the table was full of food, and the aroma was overflowing. He thought of the photos Xin Ai would post every morning and evening, and it seemed...he really had a bit of appetite.

"Why don't you call...Jane Si?"

Xin Ai picked up the chopsticks and handed them to Jian Zechuan: "I'm afraid to disturb you, I said to be obedient and not to trouble you, I will do what I say, otherwise, next time you will get angry again, and you won't even give it a chance what should I do?"

Jian Zechuan glanced at her, he was really ignorant when he should be sensible, and blindly sensible when he shouldn't be.

Xin Ai served him a bowl of fish soup: "Try this fish soup, it will nourish your stomach. You often skip breakfast and have so many social gatherings. You always like to drink, so you should drink more."

This Xinai soup is stewed very well, the soup is thick and white, and it is full of delicious fragrance.

Thinking that Jian Zechuan got up and took a sip, Xin Ai looked at him expectantly: "Is it delicious?"

Jian Zechuan took another sip, and said lightly, "Barely swallow."

Xin Ai curled her lips, barely swallowed it and you drank half a bowl in a blink of an eye, duplicity man!

She picked a piece of fish for herself, "It is said that eating fish can make you smarter, I want to eat more, lest you always call me stupid!"

Jian Zechuan put down the bowl and picked up the chopsticks, "Then you have to eat the whale, it's not enough!"

Xin Ai really wanted to poke Jian Zechuan's face with the chopsticks, so he could still have a good chat.

She bit her chopsticks and looked at Jian Zechuan angrily: "Master, how can we spend this wonderful night happily with you like this?"

A faint smile flashed in Jian Zechuan's eyes, he picked up a piece of salt and pepper pork ribs, and put it in her bowl: "At your age, your brain can't grow, but your meat can grow."

She is too thin, holding her sometimes feels so strong that it can break her.

Xin Ai gritted her teeth, biting the ribs bitterly.

Jian Zechuan's eating movements are very elegant, picking vegetables, eating, picking fishbone, spitting out bones, every movement makes Xin Ai feel pleasing to the eye. It was the first time that she realized that watching a person eating alone can actually see the feeling of an art blockbuster.

However, elegance is elegance, he eats very fast.

Xin Ai stared at the dishes on the table, reducing them little by little, most of which were due to Jian Zechuan.

Xin Ai is a little proud of grabbing a man's heart, first grabbing his stomach, and when she feeds Jian Zechuan's stomach, the rest will be easy.

Jian Zechuan put down his chopsticks, and took a look at Xin Ai who was holding his face and looking at her with a nympho.

He flicked her forehead with his fingers, Xin Ai let out a cry of pain, covered her head, and said with a smile: "Master, can I still eat the dishes I cook?"

"Fair."

Jian Zechuan has always been a very picky and hard-to-please person.

Xin Ai's cooking is good, but compared with other chefs, there is still some gap.

But... the dishes she cooks have flavors that chefs can't make, a taste that he can't describe, he tasted it the first time he ate the noodles she cooked, and he deliberately tasted it when he ate later. Never tasted that again until this meal.

Only then did Jian Zechuan know that only Xin Ai's dishes had that unique taste, a taste that made him want to sink into it.

Dangerous and full of temptation.

Jian Zechuan asked casually, "How can you cook so many dishes?"

In today's society, there are fewer and fewer women who can cook, let alone her young age.

Xin Ai raised his chin and said proudly: "My father is a chef, and the food he cooks is delicious. Later...after he died, I never had any delicious food. Only me and my sister are left at home. , she is busy going out to make money to support me, I despise the bad and expensive food outside, so I learn to cook according to the recipe my dad left behind, I think I am probably a genius in this regard."

Xin Ai deliberately mentioned Xin Huan again, speaking lightly and teasingly, but her eyes were fixed on Jian Zechuan.

There was no change on his face, he just nodded.

Xin Ai smiled and said: "I will definitely be a good wife and mother in the future, whoever wants to marry me will definitely earn money?"

Jian Zechuan stopped and looked at her with dark eyes: "Are you implying that I will marry you?"