Chapter 1218： How can he be so good?

Chapter 1218, how can he be so good?

"Is it delicious?" Bo Siqing came over and sat next to her.

"You taste it." Cloud painting nodded and reached for a spoonful for him.

But her voice just fell, his face suddenly magnified in front of her eyes, cloud painting instantly widened his eyes, this person, how close!

She froze.

It is just convenient for him.

He bowed his head and leaned closer, and the fiery tongue rolled away a little white yoghurt left on her lips.

"Sure enough."

Cloud painting bites his lips, glaring at him, his ears are red.

This person, how to make a sudden attack!

She is not a girl who doesn't care about the world. She thinks she can watch a small movie with others without a heart, but when she is with him, she will become very sensitive.

Any wind and grass will make her nervous.

In front of him, she is like a simple little girl, her heart beats faster, she will be short of breath, she will be sensitive. She will be ashamed and will not hold it!

"Hey!"

Cloud painting bit his lip and licking him. "I don't feel dirty."

Someone blinked innocently. "Where is it dirty?"

"Everything... all slobbered!"

"It’s dirty when I get a sip..." Someone’s eyes turned out to be very long. He was very tight, and whispered in her ear.

The face of the cloud painting was red and red, and he couldn’t help but squat on the arm he leaned over.

Really hard, don't move!

There is indeed a lot of fruit salad in a bowl, and the cloud painting has not finished eating, but the rest of the people are all inclusive. It’s not a bit of abandonment. She eats the rest. In someone’s words, you are all mine. What is the difference between what you eat and what you eat left?

......

Bo Siqing was busy in the kitchen, and the cloud painting used to help.

"It’s already very tired when you get back." Cloud painting is a bit distressing. "I am coming, let's just two of us, just do something..."

"No." Bossick took her hand off and placed it on his waist. "Your hand can be placed here, cooking and washing dishes, all bad for the skin."

The heart of the cloud painting was so sweet and crisp, but the mouth snorted. "I used to do it before. I grew up from a young age, and it was so delicate."

Yes, she grew up in the countryside and her grandmother was eccentric. She did a lot of farm work. In the past two years, she almost never cooked. In addition to her mother’s illness, she didn’t even wash the bowl at other times. She didn’t do any other housework. The skin on her hands was very tender and tender. I have never done a job.

Bo Siqing is processing beef, and he does not say back: "It used to be before, now you can be spoiled, I am petting."

The smile on the lips of the cloud painting is almost impossible to calm down.

The mood is also soft and messy.

Well, now he is petting, she can be squeamish, how to be so squeaky.

She hugged him from behind, put her face on his back, and some little arrogant: "What should I do if spoiled? I will be too squeaky afterwards."

Her face was against his back, and when he spoke, the voice was against his back, the tremors of the sound, and the burning scent between the breaths. It was too embarrassing.

Someone's back was straight and straight. After a deep breath, he said helplessly: "Hey, you will talk to me again, I will cut my fingers."

Cloud painting snorted and said innocently, "You said that my hand is here, um, I have put both hands here, very obedient."

(End of this chapter)