What is she talking about? !

Yan Ling's pretty face was too embarrassing to lift it up.

They just decided to be together, is it too early to discuss the child's problem?

Yan Ling bit his lip, looked at Yi Haiyin's cool and handsome face, and couldn't help but imagine what he would be like if he had a child.

Will their children be more like her or more like him?

"No matter who you look like... it looks good." Yi Haiyin seemed to see what she was thinking, and said very narcissistically.

Looking at her shy little face, her eyes deepened, and without saying anything, he led her to the dining table.

As soon as he sat down at the table and looked at the bowl in front of him, Yan Ling suddenly remembered something very important.

She just patronized Yi Haiyin cooking noodles and forgot to cook her own portion!

"Eat together." Yi Haiyin hugged her in his arms, picked up the chopsticks naturally, took a bite of noodles, and handed it to her mouth.

"No, you eat first, and I'll cook another one." Yan Ling anxiously wanted to get up from his arms, but how could Yi Haiyin let her go easily.

As soon as his hands were tight, he fixed her in his arms and stubbornly wanted to feed her noodles.

Yan Ling couldn't refuse, so she could only open her mouth to eat noodles.

"Is it delicious?" Yi Haiyin stared at the corner of her sap-stained mouth, his eyes flashed, and before Yan Ling could answer, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth.

"..."

"It's delicious." Yi Haiyin's thin lips opened slightly, and he spit out slowly.

Yan Ling's body stiffened in an instant.

Looking at him with his cheeks bulging, I don't know if he is talking about face or her.

His cheeks are burning red...

Looking at the recovery from a serious illness, it was like a changed individual Yi Haiyin, some unsuitable nests in his arms.

Is it her illusion?

How does she feel that Yi Haiyin's eyes are like wondering how to eat her...

After finally eating the noodles, Yan Ling quickly picked up an empty bowl and prepared to hide in the kitchen.

As soon as he moved, Yi Haiyin's long figure followed into the kitchen, fixed her in front of the sink, hugged her, and washed the dishes together.

"Yi Haiyin, it's just a bowl, I can clean it myself." Yan Ling couldn't help muttering.

He held her in this way, and she couldn't even breathe smoothly.

I just feel like the meat being targeted by a wolf and can't run away.

"I'll help you." Yi Haiyin lightly opened his lips, and circled her from behind, and easily took the bowl from her hand.

Yan Ling wanted to turn around, but his thin body was surrounded by him, unable to move.

I can only stare at him and watch him wash a bowl. After washing it for nearly ten minutes, he hasn't planned to finish it yet, so he can't wait to take the bowl in his hand and wash it himself.

"Yi Haiyin, how long are you going to wash? The bowl will be rubbed by you." Yan Ling couldn't help but ask as he looked at the noodle bowl that had been washed a dozen times.

Is he obsessed with cleanliness? One bowl, so many times!

Hearing this, Yi Haiyin's eyes flickered without speaking.

The tall and straight body stood behind Yan Ling. Standing together, they were the cutest height difference. From his perspective, she could easily see her attractive collarbone, and...

Yi Haiyin's hand holding the bowl tightened slightly.

Sexy apple knot, rolling up and down.

Looking at Yan Ling who was completely defenseless against him, her eyes deepened, and she lowered her head and dropped a kiss on the tip of her hair, which ended her journey of washing dishes.

Leading her out of the kitchen.

"Yi Haiyin, where are you taking me?"