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However, Gu Yiqing never thought that she would wear it so quickly.

This girl...is actually so shy!

Yu Xintong hurried to stop him, "Yiqing, don't..."

Gu Yiqing stretched out his hand to hug her up a little bit, quickly peeled off again, and then supported her waist, "You cook yours, I'll eat mine..."

Yu Xintong: "..."

She still has a spoon in her hand, she needs to stir the porridge gently to prevent the porridge from sticking to the bottom of the pot, and she needs to seize the time to put down the lean meat, if it is too early, the meat will become hard, if it is too late will be unfamiliar.

However, he treated her like this in the back, how could she tell her to grasp the heat!

"Wait a while, okay? My porridge will get mushy later..." She turned her head and said softly.

Gu Yiqing quickly kissed her on the mouth, "Not good!"

It is undeniable that men are adventurous and thrill-seeking male animals.

Moreover, he felt that the atmosphere in the kitchen was very good.

This is her little home, very warm and loving.

She was busy working on his stomach in the kitchen. Every morning before dawn, she would go to the market to buy ingredients and come back to make soup for him in this small kitchen.

He seemed to be able to smell the fragrance in the kitchen, and he really wanted to love her here.

Besides, at this moment, he was already emotional.

Make him wait?Isn't this a suspended sentence?

Yu Xintong's legs were trembling constantly, and when she held the spoon in her hand, she was trembling unconsciously, how could she continue cooking porridge?

When she thought of the man behind her, the blood in her whole body was flowing rapidly.

Moreover, how could she be willing to reject him!

Every minute and every second they spend together is a stolen time.

"Yiqing..." She tremblingly called his name.

"I'm here..." Gu Yiqing responded to her, pushing himself firmly...

The glass in the kitchen is very transparent, even in the night, there are two figures reflected.

The figures seem to be overlapping, entangled, and melted into one...

Gu Yiqing kissed her earlobe, satisfied with her performance, he whispered in a low voice: "Come, I'll cook porridge with you..."

One of his big hands was holding her waist, and the other was holding her right hand. She held a spoon in her right hand. He controlled the strength and stirred it gently in the porridge.

The white porridge is constantly rolling, and one grain of rice is constantly jumping in the water. The porridge has a strong taste, and the two of them are even sweeter than honey.

Every time he stirs the pot with her little hand, he turns it behind her. The same frequency, the same movement, and the same fragrant smell make the kitchen, which is a square inch, instantly feel like a pot. The world feels bigger.

Yu Xintong had long been lost in the emotional drama he concocted, even if it was a pot of porridge in front of her, she still felt that the porridge contained the true love between the two of them.

Her hand has no direction for a long time, it all depends on the direction of Gu Yiqing's rotation, whether it is forward or reverse, he is the one who controls the overall situation.

Gu Yiqing seemed to have countless thoughts, and every thought would not be messed up. He was standing behind her, his lips were kissing her earlobe, and his big hand was clasping her waist so that she couldn't help it. As for slipping.

And Yu Xintong couldn't control her voice anymore, she sang softly, like a gorgeous pas de deux continuously performed in this night...