He Is Warmer Than Time

He said in a deep voice: "I have always wanted to shell you shrimp."

Gululu, Jian Xia finally made a sound in her stomach, and then she hiccuped and was embarrassed.

She stretched out her hand to support her forehead, God, you are also standing on the side of Xie Muye.

Xie Muye got up, took a small bowl of rice, and put it next to her: "Eat some more."

He gave her face and didn't expose her lies.

Just as Jian Xia was about to speak, he put the peeled shrimp into her bowl: "It tastes good. Appreciate my cooking skills and see if I have room for improvement."

He was really good at talking. After giving her the steps, she picked up the shrimp and put it in her mouth. It was very tasty. The shrimp was very fresh and tender. The heat and time were well controlled. His cooking skills were really good.

"Are you still used to eating?"

Jian Xia nodded realistically, "It's okay."

Can't speak too well to make him proud.

A smile flashed across Xie Muye's mouth: "Well, then eat more."

Two people, two dishes and one soup, ate cleanly, Xie Muye got up to clean up the dishes.

Let me clean it up. This is what I said, and it was still swallowed by her. Why is she so diligent? She didn't expect to make a good impression in Xie Muye's heart, so she didn't show it in front of him.

He stood by the sink to wash the dishes, his back is strong and strong, which makes people feel at ease and reliable.

Jian Xia quickly put aside her face, what was in her mind.

Her cheeks were a little hot, she swallowed her saliva, and walked to the door when Xie Muye was not paying attention.

Just as she was about to reach out and open the door, someone pulled her wrist behind her: "Don't you sit down for a while?"

"I have eaten with you, can you let me go?"

Xie Muye Songsong pressed her against the door: "Jian Xia, I didn't force you, so why didn't I let you go?"

Jian Xia became angry from embarrassment: "Didn't you drag me here? Can my strength compare to you?"

His body pressed two points toward her again, and the big hands circled her waist at some point. The sweater she was wearing was thin, and his hands seemed to be electrified, which made her feel a little soft.

"If you really don't want to come, can I pull you over?"

Jian Xia gritted her teeth: "What robber thinks? You are cheap and good."

He stroked the back of her head with the other hand: "You want to come."

"you put……"

Before the fart was spoken, the man bowed his head and kissed her on the lips, intermittently instructing her not to swear, and then a strong and lingering kiss.

It was at this entrance again and pressed against the door. Xie Muye seemed to like this posture.

Like this dominant posture.

Jian Xia's legs were softer by two points again. When he kissed her, her mind was muddy, unable to think, unable to breathe, and gradually leaned down. Had it not been for his big hand to catch her, she would have been on the ground. Up.

As if out of survival instinct, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand and grabbed his shoulder.

As soon as she came into this position, it seemed that she was responding to him.

Xie Muye's kiss became even crazier.

His big hands also became restless, leaning up from the hem of his sweater, inch by inch, his smooth skin seemed to burn.

It wasn't until the softness was wrapped in his palm, and her mouth was uttered in confusion, and she didn't come back to her senses.

She pushed the man in front of him away, slapped right behind him, and Xie Muye let out a sigh of relief. The girl was quite awake.