masculinity

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Three hours later, because I needed to go back to the house where I lived with Bai Yiyi, to take some things that Chicheng had neglected and forgot to take.

We finally entered the house. I didn't want to let Chicheng in. When I got to the door, I quickly closed the door, but Chicheng was too familiar with the lock-picking technique. In less than 10 minutes, the door was opened by Chicheng.

"No. Sit down for a while, I didn't mean it just now." I pointed to the sofa and asked him to sit, and I smiled dryly.

"Yo, this sofa towel is really nice." Chi Cheng stroked the armrest.

nonsense!

"What do you want to drink?" I went to open the refrigerator and found that there was only wine in it.It was only then that I noticed that Bai Yiyi was not at home.

"Anything is fine, you don't need to greet me." Chi Cheng was not restrained at all, with his long legs wide open.

"Only wine, do you want to drink?"

Chi Cheng looked at me: "This... it should be earlier."

I went to get the clothes I forgot to take, Chi Cheng hurriedly followed me, took the initiative to take the large bath towel, trousers and shirt, and then followed me to the balcony.

My clothes are still hanging on the balcony, how long has it been since Bai Yiyi came back?Inevitably, there was a clue in my heart.

balcony?In fact, the door and the wall are removed, and it is connected with the bedroom. The sun shines in, and the mood is bright when looking at it, but the bedroom is generally not allowed to let people in casually. I block the door, "Give it to me, I will dry it myself."

After all, there are still Bai Yiyi's things in this bedroom, so I feel embarrassed.

"Huh? Or... are you still angry?" Chi Cheng supported the door frame with one hand, stood a little taller than me, and took advantage of this little advantage to raise his chin and look down at me.

Let him say this, it seems that if I don't let him in, I will become an endless resentful woman, what are you doing, I am not someone like him, angry for him?Can I do it? Me.

"Whatever, if you learn from Lei Feng, I won't stop you." I piled the clothes on his hands together.

Chi Cheng hurriedly followed in, and when he took the clothes one by one, Chi Cheng whistled, I looked back, under the sun, he was holding my ** in his hand.

"You like triangles." Chicheng held my penis and looked left and right, as if trying to spy something out of it.

"Don't mess around!" I snatched the thing from his hand, and he found another one, "The white one, won't it get dirty easily?"

Of course I don't feel blushed or anything, I just don't like being touched around my naked stuff.

Then he commented on my bathrobe, bath towel, and socks successively, it was really broken!

I raised my face, the sun hit my eyes, it hurt slightly, just about to raise my hand to block it, he got his lower body wrong and stood in front of me.

"Do you think it works?" He asked softly.

"What?" I couldn't believe it.

Then, we plunged into the deep purple **.

He definitely jumped on me first.

Chi Cheng pressed on me, making it hard for me to breathe, I could only draw air from his mouth, I suspect he did it on purpose.

But he just kissed me.

We entangled randomly on the bed, at first he was on it, and then somehow, it was replaced by me pressing him down, maybe it was the smell of washing powder left on the bed that aroused my passion.

He was breathlessly kissed by me, and I listened to him muttering softly when he was slightly separated: "It seems to work... I will change it later..."

When we were panting and completely separated, we were both a little embarrassed. My shirt was undone by two buttons, and his T-shirt was pulled up...

Well, he is more embarrassed than me.

Nonsence!What is there to be proud of, it means that you are better than him!

I asked him, "Will you take a shower?"

"I want to eat first," he said.

Depend on.

……

By the way, the two of us had just set up the firewood that day, and before the fire was lit, he said that he was hungry. My face was ugly, and he quickly explained: "I arrived at ten o'clock, and I didn't even have lunch. Yes!"

"What do you want to eat?" I asked him as I straightened my clothes and walked to the refrigerator.

Of course there is nothing to eat in the refrigerator, I just read the outside menu posted on the refrigerator.

"I can do anything, I'm not picky."

Called the past, first no one answered, then called, hung up directly.

What quality of service?I am angry.

Looking at the watch again, it is 2 pm, which is not within business hours.

I shook my head at Chicheng beside me: "Go out and eat, don't disturb others' nap."

He regained his energy at this time, and jumped off the bed in a hurry: "Let's go to the supermarket! Buy vegetables and make them yourself. Do you like salty or sweet? Do you like vegetables? Last time I saw that you really like soup, I don't know how to cook advanced soup, can tomato and egg soup do it..."

"I'm not hungry."

"I know you're not hungry, so I'm starting to prepare now. I bought vegetables and pickled the ones that should be marinated, so we can have dinner together!" He ran to the hall to change his shoes talking to himself.

I gritted my teeth and followed him, he was in a good mood.

I don't understand, am I the only one who looks forward to that kind of thing?

Is he... is he a man?

I stopped and dawdled behind Chicheng, flat and broad shoulders, and there were bulging muscles connected to the neck. It was obvious that I had also practiced it. The tight thighs and arms could feel their elasticity through the fabric, even more so. Not to mention the firm belly that I touched during the kiss just now... That's right, it's a man.

Damn, I'm really kind of hungry.

He is really good at cooking, just look at his skillful selection of ingredients.

Anyway, I have a deep understanding. For a person like me who has never touched a pot, even if he wants to cook a meal on a whim, he will only feel uneasy when he arrives at the supermarket. He doesn’t know which part of the pig to use for cooking, let alone a pound. What is the concept, buying onions, ginger and garlic is also guesswork. When I first moved in, I had a good idea. I want to have a good life, and I want to live a prosperous life, but I retreated when I went to the vegetable market. Could it be that the delicacies we usually eat come from this noisy place full of pickled smells?Really?

I watched Chicheng's work with relish, and he said that today's meal includes a fish, a plate of spicy chicken, a plate of shredded potatoes cooked in vinegar, and a pot of egg and tomato soup.

The above recipes integrate the tastes of the two of us. I like salty and spicy, and he likes sour and sweet.

In the eyes of someone who doesn't know how to cook, Chicheng's behavior is a bit ostentatious. First of all, he insisted on not cutting up the fish at home. There is no difference between round peppers and pointed peppers except for the shape, but Chicheng insisted on going to several stalls to buy the round peppers he wanted, and refuted me that there is a qualitative difference!The taste is the taste, and the quality is good!

Also, when he was cutting potatoes, he chopped the chopping board so loudly that I was terrified to see that the edge of the knife almost chopped my fingers.

After everything was ready, it was already the sun at four or five o'clock in the afternoon. Even I, who was not too hungry, began to look forward to the taste of these things when they were integrated.

I kept flipping through the pitiful fish that had been cut three times and smeared with salt.

"Okay, it's been half an hour, and there are 5 minutes left, it should be alright."

Chicheng looked at me with a smile: "Wait a little longer, the right taste can be made at the right time."

Wow!Chi Cheng rolled his sleeves, Bao Suan looked so handsome with his back to the setting sun!

At 05:30, we officially started cooking.

Let's cook the fish first, Chi Cheng wiped the pot dry and put it on the stove, poured a little oil into it, and prepared to fire.

I stand behind him.

Chicheng saw my intentions, turned around and said, "If there is no water in the oil, it won't splash around. You don't need to use me as a shield."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"of course."

It's not that I'm timid, I was really scalded when I was a child.

Let's fry this fish first, we need to put more oil..." he said while turning on the gas.

"Hiss... poof."

Didn't hit.

Twist again.

"Hiss... poof."

"I remembered..." I held down his hand that turned the gas switch for the third time, "I cut off the gas two months ago."

He looked at me, and then at the dazzling array of things on the cooking table.

Time stood still, and I was so ashamed.

Bai Yiyi and I don't use gas, of course we have to stop, otherwise it would be annoying to have an aunt knocking on the door every month... Well, I should have remembered earlier, but, I'm really excited...

"Then... what about them?" Chi Cheng pointed to the marinated fish, shredded potatoes that were slowly oxidizing, fresh diced chicken thighs, and plump little red peppers.

"Are you really going to listen to me?" I looked up.

"Forget it, don't say it, I won't throw it away." He made a stop gesture, and I pouted.

"Go to my place!" After saying that, he began to pack his things quickly.

We took the packed ingredients and took my things to his house. Sitting in the co-pilot seat, I felt like I was on a thief ship.

"I must let you have a taste of my craft." He said proudly.

He looked at me the same way he looked at the fish just now.

Damn, it's still the kind of stupid fish that was washed by the thief himself, scratched three times and wiped with salt before being put into the frying pan.

……

We knelt on the bed, facing each other face to face, to be precise, we hung on each other's bodies, and hugged each other's waist tightly with our free arms.

His skin is tight and smells good, like some kind of limited-edition shower gel, which I have never smelled before, and it seems to have the effect of eyes, anyway, when I buried my face between his neck and shoulders When cornering, the body's reaction is more vivid, and I speed up the movements of my hands.

After a brief engagement, before I could catch my breath, he dragged me to the bathroom.

"This way there is no waste." With a smirk on his face, he held up the shower head and sprayed my face.

"Damn." I raised my hand to cover it, picked up the shower gel next to me and squeezed a big lump on him.

In our fight, the hot water took away the sweat, semen, and strength from each other, and for me, while these things were washed away, something new slowly crept inside of me.

I don't want to be discerning, I'm eager to try a new look on him.

I filled the bath cotton with foam and piled it on his head, grabbed it into a punk shape, and then spread a lot of it on his body to cover the dark part.

"Look, you're reborn, don't you look like Adam in the Garden of Eden?"

When he looked in the mirror, the mirror surface had long been blurred by water vapor. I brushed out an open space with my hand, and he leaned over and just caught the faces of both of us. I was smiling at that time. He looked at me and wrote on the mirror. A few words.

Are you in love with me?

I was taken aback.

He didn't speak, just smiled, and silently pressed the shower back to the wall.