Chapter 65: The space is too small and the influence is exerted

Shen Huaixu raised his head and said, "Kiss me again."

Jiang Fan did as he was told and kissed him again.

Shen Huaixu, who saw the opportunity, had no intention of letting her go and kissed her hard.

Desire was ignited at this moment, and Jiang Fan was not to be outdone, and her tongue was tightly intertwined with his, like two vines entangled.

Seeing her slowly responding to him, Shen Huaixu gradually transferred the initiative to her.

The sudden relaxation made Jiang Fan a little confused. It felt like something that was already within reach suddenly slipped away. She didn't like this empty feeling, so she subconsciously hooked up the man's thick and powerful tongue and sucked it gently.

Shen Huaixu slightly raised the corners of his lips in success, supported her steadily, raised his feet and wanted to walk out.

This space is too small and it affects the performance.

The sound of water stains and heavy breathing sounded particularly clear and ambiguous in the small space, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of cooking.

etc!

Jiang Fan's eyes suddenly widened, he left the wet area, and exclaimed: "My ribs!"

Shen Huaixu subconsciously looked at the stewing ribs with her, kissed her at the base of her ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let me take a look for you."

After putting the person down, Shen Huaixu came over to take a look.

The ribs had been stewed for about twenty minutes. However, Jiang Fan was afraid of failing again and did not dare to turn on the high heat. He simmered on low heat, and the soup was naturally not consumed so quickly.

He took a small shovel and turned it over a few times.

"Try it, will it taste weak?" Jiang Fan stood beside him, took a clean spoon to him and said.

Shen Huaixu took the spoon, scooped some soup, put it to his lips and sipped it.

Jiang Fan swallowed unconsciously, and then asked expectantly: "How is it? Will it taste bad?"

Shen Huaixu stared at her serious and expectant expression and couldn't help but laugh. He put down his spoon and reached out to hold her over, "It's not bad. You did a good job."

Jiang Fan's legs were a little weak from being kissed just now. Now that he was hugging her, she simply pressed her face against his left chest and hugged his waist tightly with her hands.

Shen Huaixu liked her clinging to him very much. He held her with one hand while twisting the fire with his hand, and then started stirring with a shovel to collect the juice.

At the same time as the pot was being cooked, the takeaway ordered by Jiang Fan also arrived.

Including the sweet and sour pork ribs, there are four dishes and one soup in total, as well as a small cake and a bottle of red wine.

Jiang Fan is not a person who attaches great importance to rituals, but now he has arranged the scene like a candlelight dinner, although there are no candles.

She quite likes to drink red wine. One of red wine and tea is white moonlight, and the other is the existence of cinnabar moles.

Seeing Shen Huaixu pouring wine into his wine glass slowly and hurriedly, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva and wanted him to pour more.

But he happened to lose less than a third.

Is this gone?

Jiang Fan raised his resentful eyes and looked at Shen Huaixu.

Shen Huaixu chuckled. From the moment he poured the wine, her expectant eyes never moved away. She couldn't hide this little thought at all.

When he turned around and went back, he didn't forget to rub Jiang Fan's head, "You're not a good drinker, just drink a little."

Jiang Fan was a little surprised: "How do you know I don't drink well?"

Shen Huaixu sat across from her, took her empty bowl, scooped out half a bowl of soup and handed it to her, "Secret."