C6 Little Cow

I suddenly wanted to play a prank on him. I held his face up and asked him, "Then who do I look good to with the main course?"

"You." Without thinking, there was a trace of an innocent smile on his face. People who did not know his style would really mistake him for a pure virgin.

To be honest, I was indeed tempted for a second, but I can't believe what a man says, especially a man who wants to fuck you.

I teased him. "You make it sound like you've fucked her before."

He smiled. "You make it sound like I've never had sex with her."

I was speechless. He had actually been on the main course before? "Why did you serve her?"

He didn't answer me immediately. Instead, he lifted me up and threw me onto the sofa in the living room, neither lightly nor heavily.

"Hello." I panicked a little. I closed my legs and wanted to push him away.

He reached out his hands and gently pushed. His whole body instantly squeezed in. I originally wanted to block his legs, but my legs were stuck at his waist.

This posture was as ambiguous as it could be. If Hsiao Lelin saw it, he would definitely be so angry that he would vomit blood.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt great in my heart.

He bent down and began to unbutton my shirt. He asked me, "Were you thinking about me just now? I sneezed the whole day today."

I grabbed his hand and said somewhat angrily, "That was because you caught a cold."

While I was not paying attention, his hand quickly broke free from me. He didn't even bother to unbutton his buttons and directly inserted them into the gap between the buttons. He rubbed them a few times, neither lightly nor heavily.

"Liar, you clearly missed me."

I... There was no way to deny it.

When he saw that I didn't speak, he probably thought that I tacitly agreed. He chuckled and his warm lips came up. His hard body pressed down, wrapping me so tightly that I almost couldn't breathe.

I was pressed against my lips by him, and in a daze, he uttered a few syllables: "Wait, wait, I, I'm hungry. Let's eat first."

However, he didn't relax: "I will feed you."

I: "I'm really hungry"

He also sincerely said: "I'm hungry too, little cow, you just want me to drink a few mouthfuls"

Little, milk, cow!

I was finally defeated by his little cow sentence. I really lay there without moving and let him take a few sips of milk.

He seemed to be quite satisfied. He raised his head and looked at me with an unusually satisfied smile. It was so sweet that it was like a large white rabbit candy. It could melt away with a gust of wind.

I got up to cook. As if he knew that I only knew how to make sweet and sour pork ribs, he rubbed me coquettishly and said, "Little Missy, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."

Look at him. I'm a little cow, and he's a little kitten.

I walked around in the kitchen. He stood at the door and watched happily. When I stopped, a pair of thick arms immediately circled me from behind.

He pressed his chin against my head. "Did you put sugar in your sweet and sour spine?"

I said, "I put it in. What's wrong?"

I was thinking that he was just trying to find something to say. There was no such thing as not putting sugar in your spine. In the end, he casually said, "No, I don't like sweet food."

I was really speechless. "Then why do you still eat sweet and sour pork ribs?"

He shrugged. "If you like to cook, then I like to eat."

I was supposed to be speechless, but I actually laughed. So tonight, we had a meal of sweet and sour pork ribs without sugar.

The only flaw was that it tasted worse than expected. After I picked up a small piece of minced meat, I didn't eat anymore. Then, I watched him eat big mouthfuls of it with relish.

I even suspected that there was something wrong with his taste buds for a quarter of an hour.

In the end, after he finished eating, he said, "The little cow tastes better."

I:... "

He asked me, "Why aren't you eating? Aren't you hungry?"

I forced out a smile. "You're too beautiful. I have the mood to drink and drink to my heart's content."

Hearing this, his eyes curved into a smile, and he even said: "Little demoness."

Then, his upper body came over from the dining table and kissed me.

I instinctively moved back, but the back of my head was firmly locked, deepening this kiss.

Then, a sweet and sour flavor accompanied by his wet and nimble tongue stirred in his mouth. His kissing skills were very good, and he firmly held the upper hand in this game. In just a few moves, he defeated me completely.