The square mung bean cake is made of pure mung bean flour.
Fine and softened powder, served with a very small amount of honey, sugar from nature combined with fragrant mung beans.
Then use a beautiful mold to shoot and steam.
Delicious and pure.
But at this moment, this little mung bean cake is obviously endowed with a different meaning.
Because this is the last piece of mung bean cake that Mo Chengyu brought.
Mosi: I'm hungry, I'm attracted by the smell of mung bean cake, I want to eat mung bean cake.
However, when Qiuqiu offered the last piece of mung bean cake, he refused again and said: You can eat it.
Ok…
Tsk.
Qiuqiu blinked and clicked the question again, "But this is the last piece."
"I just ate, now I'm full, you can eat."
She stretched out her hand again, and handed the tender green cake in front of Mo Si.
Moss: Miscalculated.
Damn, which hunk would like this kind of rustling and sweet dessert? With such a stomach, he can eat more bamboo shoots made by Qiuqiu later.
Say you want to eat, but it's just...
Thoughts of inhumanity flashed through his mind and then fell to nothing, Mosi opened his mouth, and did not refuse the care from his lover.
The mung bean cake was sweet in the mouth, but before the lips and teeth could feel the natural sweetness, Qiuqiu pressed the pulp of her fingers on his lips.
This is a very 'provocative' behavior for Mo Si.
He looked at her, as if he didn't know why Qiuqiu played with fire in the blue sky and broad daylight.
Qiuqiu grabbed his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and whispered into his ear before the mung bean cake melted: "Did you want me to eat this mung bean cake—"
"Then you suddenly said, I actually want to taste the mung bean cake!"
Then there is the dramatic plot that everyone loves to see.
The tall and handsome man lowered his body, grabbed the chin of the woman in front of him, and kissed deeply, as if to take away all her breath—
Then he licked his lips in satisfaction, with a blush in the corner of his eyes: "Mung bean cake, so sweet!" '
"Do you want to do that?"
Mo Si's eyes tightened, obviously being poked into something.
Seeing his surprise, Qiuqiu couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"You're so cute," she said.
Mosi has always rejected the adjective cute.
He likes the word great.
The atmosphere in the kitchen gradually became sticky, and only the robot did not know why, and was still tirelessly doing what was planned.
After a while, Qiuqiu asked him suddenly: "Have you finished eating mung bean cake?"
That’s for sure, a small cube that melts in the mouth, it’s been so long—
But before he had time to speak, the person in front of him raised his chin frivolously, "Let me check it out!"
The flexible tongue pried open the lips and teeth, and all the senses were locked in this moment, and the feeling of softness and sweeter than pastry came to my heart in an instant.
If eating is satisfaction from the body, then at this moment, Mo Si has obtained great satisfaction from the soul.
Qiuqiu's shallow sucking will never satisfy Mosi.
The active side turned into the passive side, his hands climbed up and clasped his back tightly, the two were like the protagonists in many love stories, one raised his head and the other lowered his head, breathing, love, and senses were all entangled .
But at this moment, Mo Chengyu saw a box of new dim sum opened over there, thinking that his brother and sister-in-law hadn't eaten, so he was thinking of bringing it over.
As a result, you can see—
The two kissed under the kitchen lamp.
This is the first time she has seen her eldest brother and other people doing such intimate movements so intuitively.
Really intense.
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