Chapter 330

Ling still took the box of rice and quickly began to bow down to eat. At this moment, she just wanted to finish eating quickly, and then she could leave quickly.

"Sister ate so fast, can't wait to leave?" The voice of Yi Jin's departure sounded in the office.

"Cough..." Ling was still choked, almost spraying the food out of his mouth. He could only cover his hands and choke hard. After a while, his face turned red.

Finally, her coughing stopped. She just covered her mouth and touched some rice grains. So she planned to take a tissue and wipe the palm of her hand.

Just before she picked up the tissue, his fingers had clasped her hand and pulled it to his face.

She twisted her wrists uneasily, but she didn't break free. "My hands are dirty. I need to wipe them." She said.

"Dirty?" He seemed to laugh and say, "I don't feel dirty at all." Said, he lowered his head, lips on the palm of her hand, the tip of the tongue to her palm of those grains of rice lick clean.

Ling was still stiff, but felt that the palm of her hand was very hot. His light licking was like touching the nerve of her palm, and then spread to the whole body.

And the burn of the palm, as if with the flow of blood, let the body temperature, is also rising.

"All right." His voice rose as if he were reluctant to part.

Ling is still a spiritualist. Only then did he come back to his senses. He found that all the rice grains in his hand had been licked by him.

But he still clasped her hand, did not let go, the pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, deeply staring at her, "sister's rice in the palm, very sweet, if only more."

She felt that her heart beat seemed to be missing a beat. His words seemed to imply something, and his eyes were full of desire.

She quickly lowered her eyes and did not look at his eyes, which, like magic, constantly attracted people's hearts.

Fortunately, he didn't hold her hand all the time, his fingers were slightly loose, and her hand was finally free.

Ling still hurriedly continued to eat the rest of the meal.

A moment later, his voice sounded in her ear, "I feel like eating with sister a like this, as if I have returned to the past."

She made a slight movement.

In the past, it was like a dream of "before". I'm afraid that I will never have it again. All that belongs to "a Jin" is just buried in the bottom of her heart.

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when Ling still came back to the small restaurant, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. Zhuo qianyun seemed to have no doubt that it took her nearly an hour to deliver this take out, but Ling still said, "sorry, it took so long."

"It's nothing. There are so many takeaways. I'm afraid you have to divide them into several times to deliver them alone. It's hard. " Zhuo qianyun said, "those takeouts are delivered. People there don't say anything."

As an operator, it is natural that he is most worried about taking out and complaining about refund afterwards.

"No." Just in answer to this, Ling still has a kind of inexplicable heart.