Greed
The strong wasabi sauce exploded on his taste buds instantly, and Chen Rancheng frowned, his eyes filled with tears and the corners of his eyes reddened.
Shen Tinghe tiptoed and touched his hair. "Okay, okay, let me wipe it for you." Before she could even raise her hand, she was suddenly lifted off her armpits and placed on the kitchen counter, her legs instantly wrapping around Chen Rancheng.
His chin was lifted, and Chen Ran's gaze fell on the pink lips. He opened his mouth, curled his tongue, and took them in.
Chen Rancheng's kissing habit was to slightly part his lips before kissing, his tender red tongue eager to move.
"Hmm..."
Her struggling hands were pressed against her chest, baring her teeth and claws, but Chen Rancheng held the back of her head to prevent her from breaking free.
The tip of the tongue patiently and meticulously traced the shape of the lips. After a brief pause, the tongue, which had invaded the cavity, frantically swept across the gums and palate, bringing a tingling, numbing sensation to the tip of the nose.
The hand that had been struggling against her chest was finally subdued, clutching the hem of her shirt and leaving messy marks.
Their parted lips, glistening with moisture, appeared even more rosy, and their eyes gazed at each other with wetness.
He wiped his eyes with his hand, and a tear rolled down his thumb.
Who wipes whom?
Shen Tinghe felt the penis pressing against her lower abdomen harden, its erection pressing against her, and she shifted uncomfortably. She said coquettishly, "My stomach is growling."
So let's eat first, okay?
Finally, Chen Rancheng prepared a new sauce, put the fried shrimp balls in it and rolled them repeatedly until they were fully coated with the sauce.
Wasabi only serves to enhance the aroma and flavor; a moderate amount of wasabi can make the sauce less cloying and greasy.
Chen Rancheng's cooking skills were surprisingly good. In addition to the wasabi shrimp balls that Shen Tinghe insisted on making, he also stir-fried a plate of egg tofu and blanched vegetables.
I like to eat all kinds of green vegetables; they're guilt-free.
On the dining table were souvenirs they had bought in Nice last time. Shen Tinghe was the kind of person who couldn't resist seeing strange and unusual things, and she also liked to browse small trinkets shops when she had free time.
The dorm's refrigerator was small and had long been covered in stickers; now she was going to mess with Chen Rancheng's refrigerator. A few splashes of color stood out against the all-black surface.
Shen Tinghe always has a tendency to have nonsensical and rambling thoughts. For example, when she sees souvenirs on the dining table, she thinks of the refrigerator in the kitchen that she has pasted all over with random things, yet which has a messy beauty.
For example, she thought of someone standing in the kitchen with their sleeves rolled up, revealing their delicate wrists, casually stir-frying food with a silicone spatula.
The beaten eggs were poured into the hot olive oil, making a splashing sound, like raindrops dripping into Chen Tinghe's heart, creating little pits.
She admitted that she panicked for a moment and made up an excuse to escape from the kitchen.
She couldn't accurately define her relationship with Chen Rancheng; they were strangers in a foreign land, their romance fleeting.
friends with benefits?
Anyone want to go grocery shopping and cook dinner with their casual sex partner?
Lover?
Neither of them revealed the truth.
Is it a kind of unbridled abandonment of the familiar world? Unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar people, all of these can exist alone, appearing on the precipice of life, ready to be cut off or discarded at any time.
Once they leave here, they will have no connection whatsoever.
"Thud—" The crisp sound of slippers hitting the ground pulled Shen Tinghe back from her thoughts.
Looking up, she met Chen Rancheng's gaze. His eyes were very beautiful, with fan-shaped double eyelids and natural shadows at the corners. His cool eyes were softened by the obvious under-eye bags.
Let's indulge a little longer, consider it our last act of madness.
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