My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

Unable to disturb this rare moment of tranquility, Ke Yanze just stood there quietly without making any sound.

In the end, it was Song Wang who turned around to look for the salt that Ke Zhengyu had put somewhere, only to find Ke Yanze who had been standing behind him.

Wei Wei was taken aback for a moment, and wanted to ask him why he didn't make a sound, but when he thought of the vegetables still in the pot, he had no choice but to look for salt first.

"What are you looking for?" Seeing Song Wang rummaging around, Ke Yanze asked warmly.

"Salt."

Hearing this, Ke Yanze glanced around, saw a small jar in a corner, and immediately went to pick it up:

"is it this one?"

Hearing his voice, Song Wang turned his head, saw the white crystal in the small jar in the other party's hand, and nodded quickly:

"Yes, this is it."

After saying that, Song Wang walked towards Ke Yanze, wanting to take the salt in his hand.

The latter raised his hand in a tricky manner, and held up the small jar of salt high up. When he laughed, he looked a bit like a villain in a TV series:

"If you want, you can kiss me."

Hearing this, Song Wang paused for a while before walking forward, and said helplessly: "Don't make trouble, the food will be mushy later."

"It's okay, just do it again if it's messed up?" Seeing that he didn't come over, the other party simply walked towards him, shook the small pot in his hand, and said with a smile: "Come on. "

"..." Song Wang narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he was about to snatch the small pot in his hand while he was not paying attention, he never thought that the other party's movements were also very fast, and he waved his hand to avoid him. By the way, he grabbed his wrist with the other hand.

Accidentally even got into it myself.

Although the wrist that Ke Yanze grabbed him was not strong, he couldn't break free for some reason.

Ke Yanze's smile became brighter and brighter: "I didn't allow you to grab it."

"Yanze, don't make trouble." Song Wang seemed to be a little anxious because he could already smell the stew from the vegetables in the pot.

"I didn't make trouble," Ke Yanze slowly lowered his hand, looking at him with serious eyes, "I feel like I'm about to change back."

Hearing his words, Song Wang's heart tightened slightly, and he asked, "How do you feel?"

"When I grabbed your wrist just now, I felt powerless for a moment." Ke Yanze frowned, and looked up at him, "I will have dinner with them later."

It is obvious what the opinion means.

If Ke Yanze became smaller now or at the dinner table, it would not be able to explain this matter.

The only way is to use kisses to maintain the recovery time, as he said.

Even if Song Wang still felt embarrassed, he couldn't think that he was still joking at this time, so he rejected him.

I can't tell you how I feel, but it's not that contradictory.

Could it be that I actually like him too?

When Song Wang was engaged in the battle between heaven and man in his mind, Ke Yanze raised the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his hand to pinch his chin, and pressed his lips against it.

She sucked his lower lip, rubbed her teeth lightly, and the tip of her tongue swept over it once and for all, but it didn't go deep.

Hearing Song Wang's whisper from his throat, Ke Yanze also let it turn into a soft whisper, which melted into the ensuing deepening.

Ke Yanze pushed him against the stove, and while kissing him, he fumbled to turn off the fire with the other hand.

After doing this, he was even more focused on asking for it.