Chapter 1697: Every time I kiss her, it seems like the last time

Mu Rongmian gently bit on Ji Mianmian's soft lips. He traced the shape of her lips and devoured her breath. She wanted to swallow her like this, so that she would never be separated.
Every time I kissed her, it seemed like the last time.
How much I want to be with her all my life, how much I want to hug her every day to sleep and greet the rising sun together, these seemingly simple desires have become Mu Rongmian's heaviest hope.
See, it's so difficult for him to hold her now.
After a long time, the sweater on Ji Mianmian had been pushed under the neck, and her waist was cold. She felt a coolness, shivered, and her senses recovered slightly. Thinking of what Li Nanke said, try not to let him be too fierce. Sports, that ... also roll sheets?
Although Ji Mianmian couldn't be beaten, when he thought of it, he pulled back, forcibly separated from Mu Rongmian's lips.
She hung her hands around Murong Mian's neck and looked up at him, panting, "I ... I cooked for you. Would you like to eat some?"
Mu Rongmian touched Ji Mianmian's crimson face, smiled slightly at the corners of her lips, and nodded: "Well, good ..."
Ji Mianmian quickly jumped off the table: "Then ... I'll heat it for you."
However, she had forgotten that her body was weak, and her strength was almost gone. Her feet fell to the ground and her knees were almost soft.
Fortunately, she was picked up by Murong Mian, asked her to sit down, pulled her sweater down, and kissed her forehead: "Come on, you can play for a while."
Ji Mianmian blushed as if smoking.
Mu Rongmian took the vegetables from the table to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and saw a noodle inside.
He came out of the kitchen and said, "Go to the cold-burning home and see if there are any eggs."
Ji Mianmian nodded: "Yes, I'll get it."
The ingredients for her cooking were just taken by Leng Ran. She and Mu Rongmian ran to the crew for a month. Many items in the refrigerator were out of date and could not be eaten. At this point, there was no way to buy it. Go for the cold burn and get some.
Leng Ran should now be staying at his home to spend the New Year with his parents.
Ji Mianmian quickly retrieved the eggs and sent them to the kitchen.
She stood aside, watching Mu Rongmian skillfully make two bowls of tomato and egg noodles, the movement was exactly the same as before.
Ji Mianmian looked up at Mu Rongmian's side face, obsessively, even if his appearance changed? He is still him.
Ji Mianmian opened his hand and hugged him from behind: "It's so fragrant. It's still delicious."
Mu Rongmian patted her hand, "It's done, take the dishes out."
"Ok."
Ji Mianmian obediently took out her fried vegetables and ran back to the kitchen to pick up chopsticks.
At this time, it was already more than 1 am, and the two were sitting at the dining table, eating hot food.
Ji Mianmian's stir-fried vegetables still can't be compared with Mu Rongmian, especially when she is cooking today, her mood is chaotic, and the taste ... is naturally more difficult to describe.
When she saw Mu Rongmian eating the noodles without changing the color, she thought that the taste was okay, but she tasted the eggplant and spit it out.
Sweet and sour, this taste, Ji Mianmian does not know how he made it. Eighty percent is sugar as salt, and vinegar as soy sauce.
Ji Mianmian felt that she wanted to cry when she tasted it, but Mu Rongmian had eaten a lot without changing her face. She quickly stopped him and pushed her dishes to the side.