Ivanhoe Doors: Exclusive Big Name Cold Wife

Inside the window, there are figures of a man and a woman dancing in pairs.

Outside the window, the moonlight is gently illuminating everything on the earth.

Yu Xintong couldn't support her body at all in the end, if it wasn't for the support of Gu Yiqing behind her, she would have slipped from the stove to the ground long ago.

As for the porridge ahead, she didn't know when to add lean meat, when to turn off the heat, and when to put coriander and scallions.

Women are emotional creatures.

When they are intoxicated in love, they usually do it because of love, especially the kitchen is their holy place, where she can feel more than usual places.

So, when this overwhelming feeling came over her, she couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north.

Gu Yiqing hugged her contentedly, in fact, no matter how many times he asked her, he always felt that it was not enough.

If she hadn't begged him, and she really had no strength, would he have let her go?

"Tired?" He whispered in her ear, and her little soft earlobe was also stained with blush.

Yu Xintong responded: "Mmm..."

She leaned into his arms, feeling extremely tired every time, but also extremely in love, people are such contradictory creatures.

I love the feeling of dying, but I am too tired to move.

She half-opened and half-closed, and then wherever she looked, she suddenly realized, and she called out, "My porridge..."

God!This porridge is for his stomach. After he has a stomachache, it is best to fill it with something warm and soft.

She and him started a war in the kitchen...

She immediately wanted to run from his arms to save the porridge, but it seemed wrong!

In a panic, her feet became so weak that she almost fell to the ground.

Gu Yiqing grabbed her with his long arm, hugged her into his arms, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Take a closer look, is it the taste you want?"

Only then did Yu Xintong realize that the pot of porridge was ready!

The white porridge was in the pot, and there were soft slices of meat, green coriander, and scallions floating on the porridge.

"I..." Yu Xintong was dumbfounded, she looked at him, "I don't remember I put these..."

At that time, she was only immersed in the emotional world he concocted, how could she let it go?

Of course, it was Gu Yiqing who controlled the fire. He held her hand and said with a smile, "How about? Come and taste the delicious food we cooked together?"

He reached out to pick her up and put her on the dining table.

Yu Xintong was about to jump down, her poor panties were lying alone on the kitchen floor again.

"I'll pick it up!" he said, "Don't move when you're tired, or do it again..."

Sure enough, she didn't dare to move anymore, and she couldn't afford to do it again.

You know, this man is like a god, born with supernatural powers that can't be defeated by a golden spear!

So, Yu Xintong obediently sat on the chair, and then watched the well-dressed man bend down and reach out to pick up her panties...

She blushed, and looked away.

Gu Yiqing put her hand into his jacket pocket, and bulged it on his chest. She couldn't help but wonder, where did the little black lace in the clubhouse go?

He was well-groomed and neatly dressed, completely different from the man who had ignited the flames of war and burned the kitchen into full swing.

However, he still dotes on her so much, holding her in his palm like a treasure.