About me forcibly kissing the elevator guy

He invited me to his house yesterday.

I invited him to my house today.

I didn't go yesterday and slipped away.

Today he came and sat down.

We don't know each other well, shouldn't you refuse?

Shouldn't stand in the perspective of others and think about whether I'm just being polite to you?

The more I think about it, the more I feel wrong. This person still needs to be educated.

Otherwise, you will suffer in the future!I am doing it for his own good!

So with a spatula in my hand and a floral apron around my waist, I emerged from the back of the kitchen.

I am filled with righteous indignation.

"Do you like to eat young or old?"

I was really prepared before I spoke.

If you want to blame it, blame him for having too much aura. I couldn't help but flinch after just taking a look.

He sat cross-legged on the sofa with a book in his hand.

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows, that look is as sexy as it needs to be.

My legs are weak again.

It may be that the sequelae of going down the ten floors are still not healed.

"As you like."

Whether the steak is old or tender is easy to say.

But that book is familiar to me.

It seems to be the 18R uncensored version of the doujin I watched last night.

This is his fault, it's his first time to be a guest at someone else's house, how can he touch things randomly, right?

So I took the shovel and walked over aggressively.

I have to judge with him.

Look at how explosive this single note of mine is.

There is so much anger in it that it can definitely scare people to the ground.

"What's wrong?" He closed the book, and the naked cover that made people blush and heartbeat came into my sight.

Whether it's his face, or his voice, or the beautiful fingers holding the spine of the book, I'm cringing.

It was a mess.

"...Is that book, book... still good?"

The book is good-looking, of course I know it is good-looking.

That's the signed version I bought after queuing for an hour at the summer festival.

There are also the author's best wishes to me.

What was written, I thought about it.

——Mr. Zhu Ji meets Liang Gong.

I went back to the kitchen in shame.

By the way, he closed the door.

I don't want to go out for the rest of my life.

The kitchen is my home.

"Is it still delicious?" I saw him pick up a piece of steak that I had cut with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, feeling a little uneasy.

To be honest, this is actually the first time in my life that I have fried steak.

You ask me why?

Of course, the steak is too expensive, and I still have 20 years of mortgage, so I have to live frugally.

Oh, and the car is gone, and I have to save up to buy a car.

When I think about my car...

I'll cry first, don't bother me.

He just hummed, so cold.

Thanks to my hard work cooking dinner for him, this steak is quite expensive even after a discount.

I glanced at him quickly, then swished my gaze away.

That suit looks expensive at first glance, and I can't afford it at first glance.

People like this should often go to high-end restaurants to eat.

Not to worry about no one cooking for him.

I was a little entangled, and I didn't know what to be jealous for a while.

You said, am I jealous that he is so good, or should I be jealous of the person who cooks for him in the future?

There was some sauce on the corner of his lips, it should be salty.

I scan around.

I took the paper and put it on the coffee table when I was eating snacks last night.

I had to get up and get it.

I took one and handed it over to him. I thought I was really considerate.

He raised his hand and ran across the white paper with his fingertips.

The sauce on the corner of the lips is a bit darker, and I made it with black pepper flavor.

But it didn't affect his appearance at all.

My heart beat a little faster again.

But it's okay, a few deep breaths can solve the problem.

Throbbing, who doesn't have it when they grow up.

My heartbeat showed signs of stabilizing.

Then he took my wrist.

The temperature rolled up along his fingertips.

My hands and feet have been cold for a long time, so it was quite comfortable for a while.

Hit pause, this is not the time to think about your comfort.

Do I earn or not?

He spoke first.

"Is there any wine?"

No, I am neither able to drink nor poor.

I eat steak with plain water.

I'm sorry……

No, I have nothing to apologize to you.

You don't spend money on meals, and let you eat and drink for nothing and ask for wine.

"Get it at my house?"

After eating, go back and drink by yourself.

I don't want to run down with bare legs anymore.

I have no morals.

I am sorry for my ancestors and my colleagues.

Sorry neighbors sorry pure heart.

I stood on the 19th floor where I ran away yesterday.

He opened the door and stepped back.

You can do it again, and now you know it’s time to let go, right?

I put on my slippers and became a fan of his decoration.

Watching his back going to fetch wine from the wine cabinet, I took out the little notebook in my heart and added another one to him.

The sofa is also big and soft.

I want to fuck off.

Something flashed through my mind.

I pull out my phone.

I don't have my cell phone.

It seems to be charging at home.

I glanced at the clock next to the TV.

It's Saturday tomorrow.

No need to go to work.