Feng Qingyue raised her eyes, looked at him with some surprise, and curved her eyes: "Okay, let me taste the Marshal's cooking skills."
When she smiled, there was a sweet aura around her, and her eyes seemed to be filled with starlight, so bright that people couldn't take their eyes off her.
Ji Yuan swallowed, curled his lips and smiled, suddenly bent down and pecked the little girl's fair and tender face.
The numb feeling on her face spread throughout her body through her limbs and bones. This feeling was too novel. Feng Qingyue felt as if her brain had crashed in an instant.
Looking at the cute little girl who hadn't reacted yet, Ji Yuan chuckled. He pinched the little girl's cheek and said, "Let's go to the kitchen."
Feng Qingyue was still in a daze until she was led to the restaurant by the man holding her hand.
After coming to her senses, she looked at the handsome man in front of her and was stunned for a moment.
The man was wearing a simple white shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular arms.
The blue veins on the man's arms appeared and disappeared with his movements, which was inexplicably alluring.
I don’t know if the white shirt is too transparent or too small, but the fabric sticks to the man’s body, outlining his well-defined abdominal muscles and solid pectoral muscles.
The man was wearing simple and handsome clothes. He should have been the one enjoying the service, but at this moment he was clumsily tying the apron strings with his backhand.
Seeing that he was still unable to tie it, Feng Qingyue coughed lightly and said, "Let me do it."
Ji Yuan's voice was low and a little hoarse: "Okay."
Feng Qingyue walked behind Ji Yuan and just reached out her hand, but before she could hook the rope, the man in front of her suddenly turned around.
Feng Qingyue:......?
Brother, how can I tie it if you don’t turn around?
Ji Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl in front of him. He put his hands behind his back and supported the dining table: "It can be tied like this."
Feng Qingyue: ...
You just want a hug!
Seeing that the little girl in front of him didn't move, Ji Yuan was not in a hurry. He let his tender and affectionate eyes wander through the little girl's golden hair.
Feng Qingyue sighed softly, resignedly put her arms around the man's strong waist, and went to tie the rope for him.
It was obviously Ji Yuan who teased him, but he was also the one who was feeling uncomfortable at this moment.
In order to tie the rope better, the little girl buried her whole face in his abdominal muscles. When he felt the warmth and softness, Ji Yuan almost subconsciously held his breath.
The gentle breath spread on the man's waist and abdomen, and the temperature seemed to have consciousness, traveling along the man's meridians. The evil fire ignited the desire suppressed in the man's heart and ignited the rope that tied the beast.
Jiyuan:......
It's really like shooting oneself in the foot.
Feng Qingyue tied a bow with satisfaction. As she stood up, her eyes were attracted by the man's hands on the dining table.
Is it her illusion?
How does it feel...
There are more blue veins on the back of my hand, and my hand has become pink...
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