The charming goddess chef

Chapter 228
At this time, Xing Hao was not willing to let go, but instead hugged him tighter and tighter, almost using brute force to make Qiao Baimei sit on his lap, unable to move. She raised her face slightly, and touched his even breathing.

His face was full of tension, his expressionless face, now, there were wrinkles on his brows.

The sudden distress made her not know what to do!

How can the majestic God of War have such a childish side, she doesn't want to lie to him, she has already told him all the truth, is it not enough?
"Hey, eat!" He lowered his eyes and looked at her.

She knew that if she didn't agree to him immediately, she was afraid that he would continue to hold her in such a stalemate.

Wu Nai shook his head and had no choice but to respond: "Okay!"

As soon as the words fell, Xing Hao let go of her body.

He knew in his heart that this might be the last time he ate the meal she cooked, and this person would definitely try his best to leave Beiji after cooking this meal for him.

Even if he could forcibly keep her, what's the point of telling her to hold her in her heart for the rest of her life if he just kept her?

The food she cooks is always so special, even greasy things can become refreshing in her hands, and even fishy things can become sweet in her hands.

A woman who knows how to cook is really scary. Just cooking a meal can bind a person's stomach and heart.

He sat on the edge of the bed and ate the food she fed one after another with his mouth open. His eyes were not on any one place, only on the woman's face. He remembered her fair face and beautiful eyes one by one.

How I wish time could be eternal at this moment, how I wish this was a never-ending lunch, but time passed so fast after all, and the little impatience written on her face seemed to be anxious to go somewhere.

He knew that she was in a hurry to leave, and there was a throbbing pain in his heart, and he pretended not to notice, watching her tiptoe out of the room with a dark blue padded jacket in his hand, he wanted to chase after her, hold her, and save her, but he still lay down peacefully. Back to bed.

The whole world seemed to collapse the moment the woman's clothes disappeared, and the plain quilt was wet, no one knew, only he himself experienced this feeling that was more uncomfortable than losing a battle.

(End of this chapter)