Quick Transmigration: The Drama Queen Host is Charming and Alluring

Chapter 157 The Sick Junior Begged Me to Coax Him Again (40)

The rich aroma of the soup permeated the kitchen, which directly awakened the stomach.

The two kissed tirelessly for a while, Zhaoge closed his eyes nervously and kissed back, and the hormonal aura of Song Yan filled her surroundings.

Just when the person in his arms was about to be unable to breathe, Song Yan pecked lightly on the red lips, and reluctantly moved away.

He put the tip of his nose on Zhaoge's neck and rubbed it, sniffed it fiercely, and smelled the smell that belonged to her, and he couldn't control it again, only feeling his mouth\tongue\dry.

Song Yan's gasping breath was heard next to his ear, Zhao Ge blushed with shame, and hurriedly pushed him and said, "Get up, I still have to cook."

Song Yan withdrew a little, keeping Zhaoge in his arms.

He stared at Zhaoge intently, his Adam's apple slipped up and down unconsciously.

Under those eyes was hidden the unique aggression when he was in love, staring at Zhaoge's face became hot.

She subconsciously turned her head to avoid the scorching gaze. This movement with a little resistance just aroused the little-known desire to conquer in Song Yan's heart.

After picking up Zhaoge and putting it on the table, the person in his arms exclaimed, his voice was soft after the kiss, "Song Yan, what are you doing?"

Song Yan took a step forward, propped one hand on the table, and wrapped the other around her waist, walking slowly, silently announcing something.

The gap between the two became smaller and smaller, and Zhaoge dared not move.

"Song Yan, my soup is about to be cooked, and the fire hasn't been turned off yet."

"I've turned it off."

Song Yan's lips touched Zhaoge's neck slightly, and he spoke vaguely.

Zhaoge retreated impatiently, "Didn't you say you were hungry just now? Stop making trouble, let's eat first."

The hand wandering around the waist has unknowingly untied the apron on Zhaoge's body, Song Yan's slender hand lightly lifted the apron off Zhaoge's body, and casually threw it aside without even looking at it .

His eyes were deep, and he coaxed softly: "Feed my heart first, and then my stomach. Sister, do you think it's okay?"

Song Yan leaned over to ask for a kiss again, but only kissed the corner of his mouth.Then he raised his head and looked at Zhaoge quietly, like a big obedient dog.

Zhaoge sighed lightly, put his hands on his shoulders, and said with some helplessness in his tone, "I really can't do anything about you."

After getting the answer, Song Yan's eyes lit up, and he eagerly embraced Zhaoge's jelly-like soft lips, and the tip of his tongue easily slipped in, no amount of kissing was enough.

Zhaoge's response made the kiss more intense, and her legs felt weak.

After struggling to avoid a new round of plundering, Zhaoge was out of breath and protested in a low voice: "It's almost over, this is in the kitchen."

She really wondered if Song Yan had held back for a long time during the breakup period, and finally caught the opportunity, so it would be endless.

Song Yan paused, kissed the tip of her nose, and murmured, "You don't like it?"

The blush on Zhaoge's face became more and more obvious, what kind of question is this asking, I don't like being able to kiss for so long...
Unexpectedly, Song Yan didn't finish speaking, the back of his hand brushed Zhaoge's cheek, his voice was low and sexy, "Don't you like being in the kitchen?"

Zhaoge reacted, and glared at him coquettishly, "Song Yan!"

Song Yan gave a low laugh, and kissed Zhaoge's extremely charming eyes at the moment, Zhaoge closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

In the darkness, Song Yan kissed|bited her earlobe, causing Zhaoge's body to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yan said inexplicably, "You will like it in the future."

Just when Zhaoge was in a daze, a sense of weightlessness hit his body, Zhaoge subconsciously crossed his legs around Song Yan's thin and strong waist, wrapped his hands tightly around his neck, a little scared, "What are you doing?"

Song Yan walked out of the kitchen with big strides, holding Zhaoge firmly with his big hands, his magnetic and hoarse voice sounded a little hot to the ears.

"Don't you like the kitchen? Let's change places."

After such a fuss, the meal that could have been eaten immediately had to be reheated again.

From then on, Zhaoge strictly prohibited Song Yan from entering the kitchen while he was cooking.

However, there are only a handful of times when she cooks, and most of the time, the two of them are cooking together in the kitchen when they are in the mood.

At this time, Song Yan would never take the initiative to bring up this rule.

When Zhao Ge wanted to settle the score after Qiu Hou, he immediately pretended to be innocent, and he was often able to turn big things into small things.

But in the past few days, Zhaoge found that Song Yan was very abnormal, what should I say?

He seemed to be a different person, he didn't take the initiative to cling to others, and he was polite when getting along, and the mature and stable energy in him was about to overflow.

But he still loves to sway in front of her all the time, making it difficult for Zhaoge to pay attention.

After Song Yan recovered from his injury, the swimming team trained more on him.

After finally meeting a weekend without training, Zhao Ge simply went to Song Yan's to stay for a few days.

The two were sitting on the sofa watching TV, Zhaoge got up suddenly, and Song Yan, who was sitting upright, grabbed her wrist and asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhaoge pointed to the refrigerator, and said, "Didn't you just buy strawberries? I'll wash some strawberries and eat them. If you don't eat something in your mouth, you'll feel soulless."

Song Yan looked back and forth between the refrigerator and the TV screen. He usually doesn't have much appetite. Although he didn't understand Zhaoge's so-called "soul of chasing dramas", he patted the back of her hand and said, : "I'm going to wash."

After a while, Song Yan came out with a crystal plate, which was filled with plump red strawberries.

He put the plate on the table in front of Zhaoge, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and sat back with his legs crossed.

Zhaoge reached out and took a full-colored strawberry and bit it into the mouth, and the sweet honey juice burst in his mouth.

She glanced at Song Yan suspiciously. I'm afraid Song Yan never sat upright in school. What is he up to?
From the corner of her eye, she saw that she was about to draw out paper, and as soon as Zhaoge straightened up, Song Yan got up first and took out two pieces of paper and handed them to her.

Just when she was about to sit back, Zhao Ge gently grabbed the collar.

With a little force on her hand, Song Yan reached out to support the sofa behind Zhaoge, looked down at Zhaoge who was sitting cross-legged, and smiled helplessly: "What is this for?"

Zhaoge raised his eyebrows, slowly wiped his hands clean, then sat up slightly and hooked Song Yan's chin, Song Yan was forced to raise his head slightly, and looked at Zhaoge.

The other party squinted his eyes, looked around his face, and asked hesitantly, "Song Yan, are you role-playing with me?"

Song Yan was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously denying it.

Zhaoge was even more puzzled, "Then why are you pretending to be deep these days?"

Song Yan held her hand hooked on his chin, regained the initiative, and coughed lightly, a little embarrassed, "I thought...you liked this one better."

By the end, his voice was getting smaller and smaller.

But Zhaoge had a flash of inspiration and suddenly realized.

Thinking about it carefully, what Song Yan imitated in the past few days is not the tune of Song Junzhe.

(End of this chapter)