Time flowed by bit by bit, like a river that would never stop. Xiao Mo watched the program, and his heart had already flown to Ye Xiuyuan. It has been more than half an hour, why hasn't he come back yet? Is it possible that he hasn't come back yet? Could it be that the kitchen was blown up
Xiao Mo was worried and went down to take a look. When he walked into the kitchen, he saw Ye Xiuyuan holding a chopstick and grinding, grinding, grinding. The mouth of the tiger's mouth was already red from grinding, but Ye Xiuyuan's movements were still the same. Without stopping, like a dutiful robot.
"Xiao Xiuyuan, what are you doing?" Xiao Mo looked at Ye Xiuyuan's movements and asked in confusion, with question marks all over his face. This movement was surprisingly funny when paired with Ye Xiuyuan's body.
"Mo Mo, please hurry up and get back under the covers. It's cold here. I'll be wearing it soon. You can go back quickly." Ye Xiuyuan said to Xiao Mo gently. He always treated Xiao Mo better than others. Much patience.
"No, Xiao Xiuyuan, what are you doing?" Xiao Mo asked curiously, pointing to the iron chopsticks in his hand.
Ye Xiuyuan looked at the chopsticks in his hand, then looked at Xiao Mo, looked at him in surprise and said, "Didn't you say you want an iron pestle to be ground into a needle? There is no iron pestle at home, only iron chopsticks, so ,so."
Only then did Xiao Mo understand what Ye Xiuyuan meant. She didn't know whether she should cry or laugh. Having a man who is so stubborn is really true. Life is full of surprises.
"Xiao Xiuyuan, the iron pestle I mentioned is not the iron pestle." Xiao Mo said, his eyes quickly scanning under Ye Xiuyuan's body.
"Xiao Xiuyuan, it's like this." Xiao Mo leaned against Ye Xiuyuan's ear and said this question ambiguously.
Ye Xiuyuan's complexion immediately changed from white to delicate pink, like a delicate wintersweet blooming in the snow.
"I'm Mo Mo." Ye Xiuyuan felt that his whole body was on fire, as if he was being roasted by fire. His whole body was so hot that he felt like he was broken.
"What's wrong? Do you want to sharpen those iron chopsticks of yours?" Xiao Mo asked knowingly. Ye Xiuyuan shook his head quickly. Xiao Mo didn't want to tease Ye Xiuyuan any more. What if this happened? The child was so suffocated that the happiness in his lower body was about to say goodbye to himself.
"No more, no more, just Mo Mo." Ye Xiuyuan's face looked like he was drunk, and his breath also looked like he was drunk. Xiao Mo stood on tiptoes and hugged Ye Xiuyuan said: "You idiot, are you cold?"
It's summer now, and autumn is about to come, but overall it's still very hot. Xiao Mo felt warm in his heart when he thought about the time when Ye Xiuyuan was afraid of getting cold.
Xiao Mo thought like this, and suddenly his body rose into the air. Xiao Mo subconsciously hugged the neck of the person in front of him, and then said: "Xiao Xiao Xiuyuan, what are you doing?"
Ye Xiuyuan's eyes flashed with a smile and he said: "I want to take you to grind it into a needle with an iron pestle, okay?"
Xiao Mo hadn't spoken yet, and all the words were blocked by Ye Xiuyuan. From time to time, there were ambiguous choking sounds, and the temperature in the kitchen gradually increased, almost as if people were being roasted and fused together.
"Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo, what are you thinking about? I called you several times, but you ignored me. Have you not had a good rest recently? I saw the circles under your eyes are purple, you..."
(End of chapter)