There is a housekeeper who specializes in cooking at home.
If he can bring her food and put it in her mouth, it is considered good enough for her.
I had nothing to do but insisted on making egg custard for her with my own hands, and actually continued to make egg custard for nearly a month without getting tired of it.
It was simply sick.
The woman turned sideways and bent her legs, forming a posture that was most conducive to self-protection, declaring her intractable loneliness, and nestled weakly and stubbornly in a corner of the quilt.
Jing Mohao placed the dinner plate on the bedside, put his hands into the quilt, gently grasped the woman's two jade feet that were curled up side by side, spread her legs out gently and without resistance, and let her lie on her back on the bed again.
He put his hands on her sides, put his lips and teeth together, and began to caress her moist lips.
Luo Xi's slightly sleepy nerves were awakened by the tip of his protruding tongue.
She put her hand against his chest and muttered in disgust, "Jing Mohao, are you bothered?"
When Jing Mohao saw that she was awake, he stopped pestering her and let go of her lips, "Get up and eat."
As he spoke, he put a hand under her body, propped up her back and led her to sit up.
Luo Xi was forcibly dragged up by him, and his olfactory system was accidentally opened, and a strong aroma of rice quickly penetrated his mouth and nose.
Luo Xi couldn't help but follow the scent to find it, and her stomach couldn't resist the temptation, grumbling in protest.
Her eyes rested on the dinner plate held by the man.
The white rice was waving to her, the tender and red sweet and sour pork was jumping in the bowl, and the emerald green stir-fried fungus was so tender that she could imagine it touching the tip of her tongue.
Luo Xi couldn't help but stick out the tip of her tongue and lick her lips, silently swallowing the saliva in her mouth.
The man looked at the exposed tip of her tongue, his throat rolled slightly and he chuckled.
He raised his fingers and twisted the corners of Luo Xi's lips, "You're still angry with me now?"
Luo Xi ignored him and stretched out her hand to pick up the dinner plate in his hand.
The man pulled his long arm and held the dinner plate far away.
Luo Xi's fingers held it in mid-air for a long time without even touching the edge of the tray. .
Luo Xi lowered his arms in frustration.
The arms are so long If you don't want her to eat it, don't bring it in.
Luo Xi looked gloomy, but her heart was roaring like a tide.
Jing Mohao still had a smile on his lips, picked up a spoon, mixed the vegetables and rice, and handed it to Luo Xi's mouth.
Luo Xi suddenly changed his mind and turned his face away with courage.
Jing Mohao's mouth froze and he said in a deep voice, "Luo Xi, don't force me to feed you in other ways."
Luo Xi was confused, and was instantly threatened by the scene hidden in the man's words.
She quickly turned her head, stuffed the food he handed over into her mouth, turned away again, and chewed and swallowed behind his back.
"Eat slowly."
Jing Mohao stared at her frantically agitated profile, and the corners of his mouth widened.
Then he handed over another spoonful after another.
Luo Xi didn't even open his eyes to look at him.
In the humble dignity that he thought he had saved, he ate all the food on the plate.
Luo Xi rubbed her bulging belly and burped.
This should be the most she has eaten since Jing Mohao met her.
Jing Mohao put the dinner plate aside, and when she was taking a breath after eating, he put his thin lips up to her and gave her a deep and long kiss.
Luo Xi was already choked by his spoon-feeding, and then kissed so tightly by him, the blood supply to her head was insufficient, and she was in a fog for a while.
Luo Xi pushed him away with all her strength, but she saw the man's eyes were filled with bright stars, and he was incredibly beautiful
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