Slag Girl Illustrated Book

In fact, the atmosphere is quite good. The afterglow of the setting sun comes in. The girl sits and the man stands, their eyes facing each other.

He can kiss her lips with just a slight movement.

She didn't dodge, and he didn't back away.

The heart beats very fast, it is more enthusiastic than the first time I liked a girl when I was young, it was greener than the first time I kissed, and it was more cramped than the first time I was alone with a girl, he felt embarrassed.

It's a strange feeling, and it's also very addictive.

The two separated and fell silent for a while.

He could only see her long black hair, but the smell on her lips was still sweet.

It's like having an extremely beautiful dream in an instant, and it's over before I have time to recall it, but I want it and I can't get it. The taste is the most exciting.

Everyone didn't mention the unexpected kiss again, it just seemed that there was an atmosphere that was different.

When I accidentally look at each other, the stalemate feeling is different from before.

She got up first and turned her back to him: "It's not that we are going to cook, let's go."

He hadn't gotten out of the feeling just now, his voice was low and mute: "Okay."

Fan Qingtong really knows how to do something. He said that he used to study abroad to cook by himself, which is a bit surprising.

The craftsmanship is okay, not top-notch delicious, but it's not unpalatable, the heat and appearance are good.

Boys' cooking skills are almost at this level. To cheat the little girls, let's just cheat them, but it's no problem to take down their stomachs.

The pork rib soup looks decent.

The eldest master will not clean up the tableware and chopsticks. A nanny and aunt will come and wash them tomorrow morning.

"What do you usually do at home?" Ruan Xihe asked casually.

"I'm not at home usually, but I'm basically outside." Fan Qingtong said.

"Drunk and drunk, dreaming and dying." Ruan Xihe continued.

This is a joke for Fan Qingtong.

"It's not so exaggerated, it's just that it's meaningless to stay at home. There are usually many games, so it happens to be outside."

Fan Qingtong is still a playful temperament, not a very stable person.

But people who don't get in touch can't see it at all.

"Do you always order your sister when you go out to open the deck?" The sister here is what the young lady meant.

"Basically, they will order them, and some people may bring them by themselves." Fan Qingtong is too honest.

Ask what to say.

Under normal circumstances, scumbags generally avoid this topic.

However, it can also be seen that Fan Qingtong's scumbags are different from low-rank scumbags. His conditions are too good, so those who have the capital to wish to take the bait.

Ruan Xihe leaned on the sofa lazily, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at him indifferently: "So, do you order too?"