Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

After coming to this world, Nan Qiao had not had much fun yet. Seeing that it was still early, he was not in a hurry to go home, but went to a nearby shopping mall.

There are many things in this world that she has never seen before, so she is still very interested in them.

666 hates iron but cannot make steel: "Host, how can you be so ungrateful?"

"We need to roll up!"

"Don't be blinded by this earthly desire."

"Host~~"

next second.

Inside the arcade

"Host, let's go play that and that for fun!"

"Which one?"

"The one on the left."

"anything else?"

"Hehe..." 666 was a little shy.

"Don't be embarrassed, we're all here anyway."

"Claw machine." 666 has been interested in that machine for a long time.

Half an hour later, looking at the four or five dolls caught in Nan Qiao's arms, 666 laughed with satisfaction.

Although it failed a few times at the beginning, the overall effect was good. It was much better than the one next to me who caught more than 20 times and didn't catch a single one.

As expected of its host.

very nice.

The human world is indeed wonderful, and it is many times more fun than the one in the system tutorial.

It’s okay to relax occasionally. Combining work and rest will help improve work efficiency.

The time when I don’t have to work or study always passes very quickly, and it’s already dinner time.

But Nan Qiao did not choose to eat outside. The food outside is not as delicious as the food at home.

Sure enough, when Nan Qiao returned home, the food was already on the table.

Lin Jing was still cooking the last dish in the kitchen. From Nan Qiao's angle, he could just see his back.

Wearing a shirt and trousers, the shirt was rolled up to the elbows, revealing a strong forearm.

He was wearing an apron. It was dark green. It should have been given as a gift when he bought some kitchen supplies. It was a little short and just reached his thighs. The two thin straps of the apron hugged his strong waist and tightened slightly, making it close to his waist. It follows the lines of the body and outlines a perfect inverted triangle figure that is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.

At this moment, he was bending over to wash vegetables, and his perky buttocks were clearly visible. The lines were smooth, the shape was round and full, and it showed a perfect curve.

I really want to go up and touch it -

But it’s not okay now, I’ll probably get angry if I touch it.

Thinking of this, Nan Qiao became angry again.

It's all Zhang Minghao's fault. Without him, she would have been in trouble last night. Now she can touch her as much as she wants. How could she be like now, unable to eat and see, so she can only hold it in.

Zhang Minghao: I'm sorry to be a part of your play.

"Lin Jing—" Nan Qiao greeted him.

"Yeah." Lin Jing's attitude was very cold, and he responded lightly without saying anything more.

He heard Nan Qiao when he first entered the door. He originally wanted to greet her, but thinking about what happened last night, he felt that he shouldn't be so enthusiastic, so he pretended that he didn't see anything.

"What are you speculating on?"

"Little cabbage."

"How long is it?"

"5 minutes, very quick."

Just ask and answer, and there is no point in saying anything more.

Sensing Lin Jing's coldness, Nan Qiao was a little helpless. She was afraid of making him angry again, so she could only hold back first, thinking of other ways to coax him.

Now this awkward chat with nothing to say is of no use at all.

Let's wait until we eat.

"Then I'll wash my hands first and wait for you in the restaurant." After Nan Qiao said that, he turned around and went to the bathroom without any hesitation.

Just gone?

Lin Jing gritted his teeth as he heard Nan Qiao's footsteps leaving.

Lin Jing had been waiting, waiting for Nan Qiao to chat with him. Unexpectedly, Nan Qiao stopped talking after a few words.

Did she really care about what to eat?

A woman without perseverance.

Yesterday I said I liked him, but today I just waited for dinner.

With a strong force, an innocent cabbage was broken into two pieces.

After a while, Lin Jing unconsciously began to reflect, was he really too indifferent to Nan Qiao?

Also, didn’t Nan Qiao say they wanted to break up? Was it successful?

It's okay if we break up.

If they hadn't broken up, then the two of them...

Lin Jing suddenly felt a little irritable.

He quickly processed the ingredients in his hands, stir-fried them briefly, and then served them to the table.

Nan Qiao was already sitting at the dining table waiting. Nan Qiao didn't have time to change his clothes when he got home. He still kept his original makeup and looked at him coming over, showing him a bright smile.

The beautiful smile, the beautiful eyes, are extremely moving.

Lin Jing was shaken by her bright smile and was a little stunned. He almost forgot what he was going to do next. It took him two seconds to react.

Really useless, Lin Jing cursed in his mind, the tips of his ears turned red. Afraid that Nan Qiao would see it, he raised his hand and made a fist, covering his lips with a cough.

"Let's eat."

After saying that, he sat down and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

"Lin Jing—"

After just two bites, Nan Qiao started to be dishonest again.

"what happened?"

"Aren't you curious whether I successfully broke up today?"

"I'm not curious. Miss Nan's personal affairs are not what I should be concerned about." Lin Jing's voice was still calm. On the surface, it seemed that he really didn't care about this matter at all, but behind his back, his ears stood up secretly. stand up.

Nan Qiao kept staring at him, although he would not miss his reaction. Looking at his appearance, he felt a little funny in his heart.

You obviously care a lot, why are you pretending to be so calm?

How awkward.

"Oh." Nan Qiao deliberately didn't say anything further.

It's like this again, no more quarrels.

Lin Jing was a little discouraged and a little aggrieved.

She has done that to herself, so why should she still be reluctant to leave her boyfriend, no, her ex-boyfriend?

He stopped talking as if he was angry and just kept his head down while eating.

Suddenly, his hand holding the chopsticks shook and the chopsticks almost slipped from his hand.

Although he saved it in time, the chopsticks still made a crisp sound when they collided with the bowl.

He raised his head and looked at Nan Qiao in shock.

Why did she...

"Lin Jing, we're just having a meal, why are you so excited all of a sudden?" Nan Qiao looked at Lin Jing innocently, as if he really didn't understand what was going on.

But is this really the case?

Unlike Lin Jing's legs placed neatly under the dining table, Nan Qiao's legs had clearly crossed the line.

Although Nan Qiao didn't have time to change clothes, she did change her shoes. Now she only wore slippers on her feet.

The dining table at home is not particularly big, at least Nan Qiao's outstretched leg can easily touch Lin Jing's.

The material of the trousers is very slippery. Because it is summer, there is no thickness, only a thin layer, as if it is nothing.

The moment Nan Qiao put his legs up, the two of them could clearly feel each other's warmth.

Nan Qiao's legs just like this, slowly slid up along Lin Jing's legs.

The healthy pink toes gently touched Lin Jing//Yue Hui.

The muscles on Yue Hui's back tightened little by little, and Lin Jing's hand holding the chopsticks also tightened little by little.

"Lin Jing, are you really not curious?" Nan Qiao asked.

"Not curious." His voice was a little hoarse.

Lin Jing felt like a prisoner being interrogated, tied to a chair, watching the whip in the interrogator's hand getting closer but unable to move.

"Don't you care at all?" Nan Qiao complained coquettishly, but the movement of her feet did not stop at all.

The muscles were so tense that they seemed to twitch due to excessive tension in the next second.

"really?"

While talking, Nan Qiao was about to touch a place he shouldn't have touched.

At the moment when they were about to make contact, Lin Jing reached out and held Nan Qiao's ankle.

He wanted to stop Nan Qiao's movements, but he was afraid of hurting her, so he didn't dare to use force. He could only control himself, stretching out veins on his hands, restraining and forbearing.

"Fake." His voice was hoarse.

Don't touch it.