A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

The front of the counter in the open kitchen.

The tall and straight man was washing dishes with his back to her.

The cool-toned decoration, complemented by the cool-toned apron on his body, no matter how you look at it, you feel that the room is cold.

But looking at it from a distance, this cold color combined with the warm atmosphere revealed by this situation, not only did not damage his innate dignity and arrogance, but added a bit of leisure and calmness to him as a family man.

Perfect!

Bao Jinghan bit the apple, squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the strong and cold back, and frowned subconsciously.

Immediately let go, a little unconscious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What are you stealing?"

After cleaning up the kitchen, Lu Yan came over with a fruit plate.

I just saw her biting an apple and chuckling.

He took advantage of the situation and sat down beside her, wrapped his long arms around her, and held her in his arms.

"Which eye of yours sees me stealing joy? This is fair and honest joy!"

Putting down the sharp thorns all over her body, Bao Jinghan gave him a white look with a smile on her face, and leaned into his arms boneless without being pretentious.The little head was still dawdling on his chest, unaware that he was being coquettish to him, "I seem to have found a treasure. I can get out of the hall and into the kitchen. I can't even be happy!"

"With one less piece, you can still enter the boudoir and satisfy you. Haven't you already experienced it, huh?"

Lu Yan spoke intimate words without blushing.

But no one noticed that when Bao Jinghan leaned most of his body into his arms, his hands froze slightly.

With Bao Jinghan's movements, the soft blue silk poured onto the shirt on Lu Yan's chest.

The refreshing fragrance of the shampoo followed the slight sway of the blue hair, rubbed against his skirt, and left on his clothes.

A piece of soft fragrance in his arms lingered softly to Lu Yan's nostrils, gently touching his olfactory cells.

That belongs to Bao Jinghan's breath.

Unable to help himself, he lowered his head, lifted her long hair, and sniffed lightly.

Bao Jinghan, who was already blushing at his words, just wanted to refute, but was once again confused by his sudden action.

In the silent room, the air seemed to heat up.

Bao Jinghan looked at him with half-raised cheeks.

After a while, she blinked her eyes, relieved the awkward cough, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

Then he made a very serious look, and the two foxes stared at the LCD TV hanging on the wall in front of them with round eyes, watching intently.

With that look, it seems that you can tell the characters on the TV!

But she went back and forth several times, but she didn't find anything interesting, especially those eight o'clock stalls, which were either romantic dramas or short-lived struggles between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

I finally couldn't pretend anymore, but the embarrassment at this moment had to be resolved.

Thinking about it, Bao Jinghan suddenly turned his head and looked at Lu Yan: "Well... shall we watch a movie?"

The moment she looked up, she was stunned.

Bao Jinghan didn't expect that the moment he raised his head, Lu Yan just lowered his head and was still playing with her hair.

And the two were already very close to each other, and when they moved at the same time, their cheeks touched each other's.

Gently wiped, four eyes touching.

The man's breath was extremely close, and the scorching but cold breath seemed to cover her whole body in an instant.

And those deep eyes, which were close at hand, were staring at her steadfastly, like a holding spell, reminding her instantly of the scene when he rescued her...