Feng Sujin was so immersed in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice Jun Mohan came back and was still watching her by the door.
Jun Mohan really didn't want to disturb the tranquility of this moment, he just wanted to freeze the time so that he could always look at her and she would always be by his side.
I don’t know how long I watched, but Feng Sujin was almost ready to cook, and Jun Mohan felt a little moved in his heart.
In fact, he was not satisfied with looking at her like this. He wanted to get closer and feel at ease only if he had skin-to-skin contact with her.
He walked forward, hugged Feng Sujin from behind, lowered his head and kissed her neck gently.
Feng Sujin's whole body was numb and trembling. She felt the familiar breath and knew it was Jun Mohan.
"Um... you... are back?"
Feng Sujin's body trembled numbly, and she almost couldn't hold the spoon steady.
Jun Mohan closed his eyes and intoxicatedly smelled the fragrance of Feng Sujin, "Well, I'm back. I miss you."
Even when Jun Mohan spoke, his lips were pressed against Feng Sujin's neck.
Feng Sujin had no resistance to Jun Mohan. At this moment, her body became limp and her legs became weak.
"No, there's still soup..."
Jun Mohan felt the tenderness of the person in his arms, his throat rolled, and his eyes dimmed.
Jun Mohan stretched out his hand to turn off the gas, then hugged Feng Sujin and turned her body around.
Jun Mohan pushed hard, hugged Feng Sujin, lowered his head and kissed her deeply.
The clear fragrance surrounded her, and she felt a restlessness in her heart, which was also her deep love for him.
Jun Mohan could smell the breath of his beloved on his lips. The vortex in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper, and his eyes were getting darker and darker.
His tongue penetrated her mouth, forcefully taking away all her breath, and his arms tightened tighter and tighter.
"Ajin, my Ajin..."
Jun Mohan was domineering at heart, and every time he kissed, he would forcefully emphasize that she was his.
"Mo Han, um... the rice is getting cold."
Looking at Jun Mohan's expression, she was really worried that he would want her like this again. His endurance would definitely be long, and the food would be cold by then.
She spent a long time cooking for him, and many of the dishes were his favorites.
It's a pity to feel cold.
Although Jun Mohan wanted to, he didn't want to waste Ajin's thoughts. He reluctantly let go of her lips and reached out to gently touch her lips. His eyes seemed to be twisted on them and he couldn't move away at all. open.
Feng Sujin was stared at with such eyes, and his hands seemed to have magic power. Her face turned red, and she licked her lips dryly.
Little did they know that such an action was the most fatal temptation for Mr. Jun, who loved her.
Jun Mohan's eyes became darker, and he said hoarsely: "Ajin, I don't want to let you go."
Feng Sujin realized what this look meant, turned around quickly, and ran into the living room when Jun Mohan wasn't paying attention.
"Husband, you bring the dishes from the kitchen, and you just need to adjust the soup to taste. I'm hungry, and I'll wait for you to eat here."
Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin's cunning escape, shook his head helplessly and laughed, forgetting it, he decided to eat first.
Feng Sujin sat at the dining table, raising her head with her elbows and looking at her Mr. Jun.
It felt like when he was serving food, he was doing the most ordinary things, and his movements gave people the most elegant feeling, which made her drunk.
She could feel her heart throbbing. Her Mr. Jun was so charming.
Jun Mohan brought the food to the table, and when he met Feng Sujin's eyes, he felt soft in his heart. He reached out and touched her hair, "Why are you looking so serious?"