Female supporting style is wrong

When Ji Ge returned home, it was said that An Lian, who was still in class, was already busy in the kitchen.

The girl tilted her head to look at him: "Why did you leave school so early today?"

"I have an exam today, so school ends a little earlier."

The boy replied lazily.

Just when the baking time was over and the oven was finished, the boy opened it carefully and took out the plate of milk cheese toast.

A rich and sweet smell filled the room.

Ji Ge is a typical person who loves to eat but doesn't know how to make it. Looking at the plate of milk cheese toast with excellent appearance, his eyes lit up immediately, and he said reservedly, "I'll try it for you first."

Try something, it's obviously a glutton attack.

The boy couldn't help laughing, he stuck a small piece with his fork and fed her.

"what about the taste?"

Ji Ge is not stingy with his praise: "It's delicious."

The boy hooked his lips.

An Lian sent a message to his aunt today, telling her not to come over at night. He prepared a table of dinner himself.

——Sea salt sirloin steak, milk cheese toast, and tiramisu for dessert.

There were even two candles lit on the table with a sense of ritual, and three or two fresh roses inserted.

Ji Ge noticed the clue: "Candlelight dinner?"

The goblet is filled with dark red wine liquid, reflecting a crystal line, and the cold light is cold.

He said casually, "Yes."

Ji Ge didn't know what kind of medicine he sold in the gourd. After thinking about it, he felt that there should be no serious problems, so he happily decided to use soldiers to block him and cover him with water.

Anyway, if you see the tricks, you can't suffer too much.

Doudou nestled on the sofa, lazily dozing off.

The plane of Ji Ge has a good capacity for alcohol, and is not afraid of getting drunk at all.

But the alcohol An Lian chose was not low in alcohol content, and his desire to get drunk on Ji Ge was obvious.

His heart can be punished.

The girl was slightly drunk, her cheeks were a little rose-colored, her eyes reflected sporadic candlelight, she held her arms, and looked lazy and arrogant.

Seeing that the fire was almost ready, An Lian asked the question that he was most concerned about.

"Sister, what is the tattoo on your wrist?"

"This," Ji Ge shook her wrist, her slender fingers pointed at the deep black tattoo, the cursive font looked cool, she pursed her lower lip, her eyes sparkled like stars.

An Lian believed that she was a little drunk.

The girl laughed lightly: "Tattoo stickers."

The unexpected answer made the young man look slightly surprised, his slender fingers resting on his cheeks stopped, his soft and broken hair fell down, showing a little bit of ignorance that is rarely seen in normal times.

Ji Ge's heart itched to see it, and he reached out to poke the slightly sunken dimple on the young man's face. The concave shape was exquisite and sweet, as if filled with honey, showing a dreamy and fragile delicacy.

"DD is the abbreviation of Doudou," Jige recalled, "This is not a tattoo, but a tattoo sticker."

Ruan Jige is delicate and afraid of pain, how could he be willing to endure the pain to get a tattoo.

She just thought it looked sassy and cool, so she made a special tattoo sticker.

"You won't be jealous all the time, right?" When the fingertip poked the shallow dimple, the girl's eyes shone and her laughter cleared.

"Why are you so cute?" Ji Ge dragged out his voice, teasing the other party with a smile: "An Xiaolian."

An Lian's face became hot from her smile, her chin lowered, and she bit the girl's finger before she could leave.

The sharp canine teeth were sharpened, and the tip slid across the fingertips. Ji Ge let out a "hiss", and complained in a low voice, "An Xiaolian, are you a dog?"