His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

Jiang Lingzhi was dumbfounded: "Are you crazy? Why drink it?"

Li Shunan put the bowl on the table, his head slightly sideways, peach blossom eyes with a bewildering taste, raised his hand, and pointed to the corner of his lips: "Reward."

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

It's crazy.

Jiang Ling knew that he stood up, but didn't want to reward him.

Especially the reward with **** flavor.

She had given up and never wanted to be near the kitchen in this life.

These two cooking experiences were already a fatal blow to her.

In the next second, he was pulled back again and fell on his lap.

Li Shunan put the palm of her hand on the back of her neck, raised her head slightly, and blocked her lips.

The lips and teeth were just pried apart, and the breath of the two people was entangled, and the touch was ambiguous and wet.

The taste of **** is too spicy, but because of the brown sugar, it has a hint of sweetness, and it spreads between the lips and teeth.

Jiang Ling knew that he had forgotten to close his eyes, so he stared at him like that.

The man's eyebrows are clear, and the contour lines in every place are extremely smooth and beautiful.

He had just taken a shower, and the breath on his body was clear and good. He wore a round-necked house suit with a big neckline, revealing a thin and **** collarbone.

A face with a youthful look, but with a temperament that is close to that between a man and a teenager, which makes people unable to help but indulge.

Jiang Lingzhi grabbed his collar and almost couldn't breathe.

After the man let go of her, Jiang Ling knew that he was still a little unrecovered, a slight tingling sensation in his lips.

In fact, it seems that the taste of **** is not so unbearable.

Knowing not to open his face, Jiang Ling couldn't help raising his hand, rubbing his lower lip, and muttered in a low voice: "It smells like ginger."

Li Shu Nanqing raised his eyebrows and smiled angrily: "How much did you put on this?"

Jiang Ling thought about it: "Three yuan or four yuan, right?"

She gestured with her hands: "It's just that big."

It was about the size of her little fist.

Li Shunan: "..."

Jiang Lingzhi whispered: "I'm afraid you catch a cold, so I'll give you more."

As she talked, her beautiful eyes bent again, like a small crescent: "I'm doing it for you."

Li Shunan was helpless and funny: "That's really hard work."

He raised his hand and squeezed her face: "Is there a toothbrush? I have to brush my teeth."

Mouthful of ginger, and a little spicy throat.

Jiang Ling knew that he nodded slightly: "Yes."

While speaking, she stood up, walked into the bathroom, and found a new toothbrush from the cabinet.

Passing him the new toothbrush, Jiang Lingzhi also picked up his toothbrush and squeezed toothpaste, and muttered, "I have to brush my teeth too."

She didn't want to sleep tonight and dream about the smell of ginger.

So the two stood in front of the washstand, holding toothbrushes and brushing their teeth.

Jiang Lingzhi looked at the spectacles and saw the height difference between the two people in the mirror. His eyebrows were bent, and he felt that the scene was a little funny.

Li Shunan also laughed, raised his hand and messed up her hair.

After brushing his teeth and coming out of the bathroom, Jiang Lingzhi leaned forward, pulled up his clothes, and sniffed his body.

"How do you feel there is still a smell of ginger, you are now a big walking ginger." She whispered.

Li Shunan lowered his eyes, clasped her slender waist with both hands, and easily hugged her to the desk and sat down.