"You really get it" Mu Jinjin asked him with some disbelieving.
With such a low EQ, would he really understand what she was trying to express "You want us to cook together and cook everything together in the future, isn't that so?"
"Okay."
Mu Jin nodded in agreement, "That's probably what it means." ” "I promise you."
"Thank you."
Mu Jin gratefully kissed his right cheek as a reward, and a happy smile spread across his face.
He let go of his hand, snatched the knife from her hand, and looked at her without moving, "But there is one thing I can't do with you. ” "What's the matter?"
Mu Jinjin asked him curiously.
He put his face to her ear, and he didn't know what he had said to her, but he saw Mu Jinjin's face turn red in a second, and then he turned around and hammered his shoulder a few times, reached out to hold his shoulder, and buried his whole face in his shoulder and didn't want to come out.
Mu Jinjin was sitting at the dining table with a fork and eating a piece of bacon barbecue with relish, but suddenly felt a strong big hand on his thigh.
She pauses in her bite and looks down at her legs, seeing the man's hand resting on her slender leg. “” Mu Jinjin was speechless.
This big pervert, is it normal to have a second in the end Mu Jinjin raised his head and glanced at the man sitting opposite him with a calm expression and no abnormality, who was tasting the matcha cake she made for him with a fork, and asked knowingly with some annoyance.
"So sir, you're eating, I thought you're looking at me like a hungry wolf, and I want to eat me."
He put down the fork and turned his head to look at her, the hand on her thigh was slightly hard, making Mu Jinjin itch so hard that the whole person shrank back, and his face was susceptibly laughing.
"Don't worry, baby, after eating this lunch, there is time for you to see how I look at me."
"You rascal let it go" Mu Jinjin was so itchy by him, and slapped his hand angrily and laughing, wanting him to let him go.
This bastard, it's really necrotic.
But she forgot that the neckline of the dress she was wearing today was a little low, and now she curled up to slap his hands, and the snow on her chest was undoubtedly in his eyes.
This made the man sitting across from him undoubtedly feel the urge to tear her skirt to find out.
Mu Jinjin was playing and playing, and he also felt that the atmosphere around him was becoming more and more ambiguous and tense at the moment, so he stopped slapping his hand.
She looked up at him with some fear, and realized that his gaze was fixed on her chest and not on her face.
She looked down at her chest again, and found that most of her skirt had fallen under her twist, and the bodice inside was exposed.
She wondered why his hands had not moved and remained frozen, as his attention had shifted to other aspects of her body.
Mu Jinjin was so embarrassed and shy that he couldn't do it, so he quickly pulled his shoulder strap and pulled his skirt back to his shoulder, not wanting to show him.
"Go back to the room and let me you, okay baby," he said in a scorching voice.
Mu Jinjin's action of pulling the shoulder strap was frightened by his words, and his face was so red that he almost exploded.
Before she could reply to him, his hand on her lap slipped down her legs, causing her to clamp her legs. oshow7 t1706231537: