Feng Sujin is immersed in her own thoughts. She doesn't notice that Jun Mohan has come back. She looks at her at the door.
Jun Mohan really doesn't want to disturb the peace of this moment, just like time freeze frame, he can always look at her, and she has always been around him.
I don't know how long I've watched it. Feng Sujin is about to make a meal. Jun Mohan's heart is fretting.
In fact, he is not satisfied with looking at it like this. He wants to be closer in his heart. Only when he has a close relationship with skin can he be practical.
He walked up to her, hugged Feng Sujin from behind, and lowered his head and kissed her on the neck.
Feng Sujin's whole body is crisp and numb. She feels the familiar breath and knows it's Jun Mohan's cold.
"Well You... Back? "
Feng Sujin's body was so numb that she could hardly hold the spoon.
Jun Mohan closed his eyes and was intoxicated by the fragrance of Feng Sujin. "Well, I'm back. I miss you."
Jun Mohan even said that when he was talking, his lips were sticking to Feng Sujin's neck.
Feng Sujin had no resistance to Jun Mohan. This meeting made her body soft and her legs soft.
"No, and soup..."
Jun Mohan feels the tenderness of the man in his arms. His throat rolls down, and his eyes are dark.
Jun Mohan reaches out and turns off the gas, then holds Feng Sujin and turns her body around.
Jun Mohan makes an effort, hugs Feng Sujin, bows his head and kisses deeply.
She was surrounded by the fresh fragrance. She felt only a kind of restlessness in her heart, which was also deep love for him.
Jun Mohan's mouth can breathe the breath of his beloved. The whirlpool in his eyes is deeper and deeper, and the light in his eyes is darker and darker.
His tongue into her mouth, strong take away all her breath, the arm is more and more tight.
"Ah Jin, my ah Jin..."
Jun Mo is domineering in his bones. When kissing, he should emphasize that she is his.
"Mo Han, uh It's going to be cold. "
She looked at Jun Mo's cold face. She was worried that he would ask for her once. His endurance time must be not short. By then, the food would be cold.
She used the rice she made for him for a long time, and he liked a lot of dishes.
It's a pity to feel cold.
Although Jun Mohan wanted to, he didn't want to waste ah Jin's mind. He reluctantly released her lip, reached out and felt her lips gently. His eyes seemed to be twisted on it, which could not be moved at all.
Feng Sujin was stared at with such eyes, and his hands seemed to have magic. Her face was red, and some of her lips were dry.
However, this kind of action is the most fatal temptation for Mr. Jun who loves her.
Jun Mo's cold eyes are darker, and he says hoarsely, "ah Jin, I don't want to let you go."
Feng Sujin realized the meaning of this sentence in her eyes. She turned around and ran into the living room while Jun Mohan didn't notice.
"Honey, you can bring the dishes in the kitchen and adjust the soup. I'm hungry. I'll wait for you to eat here."
Jun Mohan looks at Feng Sujin's cunning escape, but shakes his head and laughs. He decides to eat first.
Feng Sujin sat at the dining table, raised her head with her elbow and looked at her husband.
He felt that he was doing the most ordinary things when he was serving food, which gave her the most elegant feeling and made her drunk.
She can feel the palpitation of her heart. Her husband is really charming.
Jun Mohan brings the food to the table, looks at Shangfeng Sujin and feels her hair with a softness in his heart. "What's so serious?"