He Is Warmer Than Time

He reached out and rubbed her head: "Why is it so stiff? Don't you know if your head should be shorter?"

"I don't know, you let me go, I'm going home."

"Come with me to dinner."

Jian Xia lifted her chin: "Sorry, I'm not free, I'm going to visit customers."

Xie Muye still drove forward on his own, Jian Xia resisted, but the resistance was ineffective.

The car went to Xie Muye’s apartment. She was pulled and reluctantly entered his apartment. As soon as she entered the apartment, memories came like a flood, and the scene of being pressed against the door and kissed uncontrollably Pouring into my mind.

It's really annoying.

He reached out and turned on the switch at the entrance, and the dark room suddenly lit up.

He let go of her hand: "You sit in the living room for a while and watch TV for a while. I will cook two dishes."

Jian Xia said directly: "I have eaten dinner, you eat yours."

Xie Muye glanced at her and went straight into the kitchen.

The kitchen is open, where he washes his hands and cooks, and Jian Xia can see the serious and dedicated people under the lamp as soon as she raises her eyes.

She knew that he could cook. He went to study abroad. He used to be a precious young master. Later, when he went abroad, he did everything by himself, but... he became more and more perfect.

She shook her head, bah, what is perfect, Xie Muye is not perfect, his black-bellied big-tailed wolf, cannibals without spitting out bones, how can he have something to do with the word perfect.

One braised Roche shrimp, one stir-fried parsley, and one seaweed shrimp skin soup.

Two dishes and one soup, the fragrance keeps coming, and the secretion of saliva is instinct.

Xie Muye dragged her over at dinner again. She didn't eat dinner at all. She just lied to him just now. She didn't want to sit face to face at the dinner table with him, and then stared at her.

He insisted on keeping her here, so she would sit on this sofa for an hour and leave in a while.

After Xie Muye made two dishes and one soup, he walked up to her.

The sitting person looked at the standing person, the standing person would appear tall, not to mention that Xie Muye was already tall, and Jian Xia felt oppressed.

He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. Standing under the chandelier, he looked down at her so that she could not hide.

He stretched out his hand, this gesture is a gentleman's hand: "It's dinner."

The voice is also gentle, reminiscent of the soft and soft song "Half Moon".

Her thoughts drifted a little far away, and suddenly she came back to her senses, and said sternly: "I told you all, I have had dinner."

He took her hand strongly: "Then watch me eat, huh?"

The last one is purely for not wanting to look too strong.

Jian Xia was dragged to the dining table by him. The dishes he cooked were delicious in color, fragrance, and flavor. Jian Xia felt that the saliva in her mouth kept secreting, and she would look very embarrassed when she wanted to swallow it. It was simply too painful.

He sat down on the chair under her, and then sat on the opposite side.

The table is not playing, the tableware and dishes are very delicate, and the silver chopsticks in his hand make his hands look better.

He eats slowly, has the noble temperament of a noble young master, has no sound, and looks very educated.

But for Jian Xia, it was a silent torture.

She is hungry. When she is hungry, her belly will still grumble. She keeps her hands on her belly for fear of making embarrassing noises.

It's an instinct to secrete saliva. Jian Xia felt that Xie Muye would really torture people.

He caught a shrimp, and when he peeled the shell with his slender fingers, it would make people feel very pleasing to the eye.