119 I made the porridge and side dishes
Li beixiaoâs face turned cold and he was unhappy, but he still endured it. His illness was the most serious.
âAre you hungry?â Thinking of the porridge that he had cooked, li beixiao was a little nervous.
He was afraid that ye qingge would say that she was not hungry and did not want to eat ...
âIâm hungry! Little uncle, Iâm going to cook a bowl of noodles, do you want some?â
Ye qingge looked at the towel that li beixiao had placed on the bedside table. She knew that he had been taking care of her.
âYou stay here, Iâll get you some porridge!â
A happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was faint, but it was so clear, as if he wanted the whole world to see it.
Looking at li beixiaoâs back, ye qinggeâs hand under the quilt suddenly loosened.
It was something she had held tightly ever since li beixiao fed her water, as if to remind herself not to sink into such tenderness.
It was said that people were the most vulnerable when they were sick. Ye qingge had a deep understanding of this at this moment.
A bowl of porridge and a serving of cold cucumber salad. Ye qingge was very full. When she ate, she knew that it was not made by the chef.
The cucumbers were cut in different sizes, and so were the pumpkins and sweet potatoes in the porridge.
She didnât dare to think about it or ask if li beixiao had done it.
She just ate it with her head down and finished the entire bowl of porridge.
âDonât eat if youâre not full. Itâs too late for digestion!â
Li beixiao gently wiped the corner of ye qinggeâs mouth with his thumb, his words full of love.
âIâm full! Little uncle, thank you!â Her little face was still red, and the words she said were hot, but not as hot as before.
âI made this porridge and side dishes!â
Ye qingge did not ask and did not say anything. Li beixiao could not hold it in any longer. It was his first time cooking. He should get some praise.
There was a hint of childishness on his cold face.
âI know! Looking at the different knife skills, I knew it wasnât made by a chef, so thank you, uncle!â
Ye qingge raised her small face and smiled weakly. Her curved eyebrows and eyes were very attractive.
Li beixiaoâs Adamâs apple could not help but move ...
âItâs not good?â His knife skills were indeed not good, and he almost cut his hand. Some things were easy to imagine, but not so easy to do.
âLittle uncle didnât eat? Itâs quite delicious!â
Ye qinggeâs Black eyes rolled. She felt that li beixiaoâs hot eyes were about to eat her up.
How did that saying go? youâre soft-spoken after eating someoneâs mouth, so you canât say such unkind words without being polite.
âIâll try it!â Li beixiao smiled as he leaned over and whispered in ye qinggeâs ear.
Ye qingge only felt a slight itch in her ear, and her breathing became rapid. She dodged, but her body was imprisoned.
âNo more! They were all eaten by me ...â
Before ye qingge could finish her words, her delicate lips were sealed with a kiss ...
Unlike the domineering and strong kiss li beixiao had given ye qingge in the past, this kiss was extremely gentle.
The red tongue easily entered ye qinggeâs mouth, making her weak and weak.
The tip of his tongue swept across every inch of his mouth, so serious, so persistent, so pious ...
She slowly closed her eyes and her fair little hand wrapped around li beixiaoâs neck. She could not control it. Naturally, some emotions were triggered and could not be sealed.
Ye qingge was completely lost in such a gentle and lingering kiss.
Li beixiao was trying to calm his desire while panting against ye qingge.
Although he really wanted her, it wasnât today. Her body wouldnât allow it.