I will eventually become the king of Shura Field

ps: Cough, cough, it seems to be a bit violent, let me slow down first. As for the group, it’s mainly because I don’t want to take care of it. Sometimes I don’t have much time and it’s not stable. Wouldn't it be more embarrassing.

The eleventh chapter: drinking is bad.

When Makoto Jingu walked out, Sakura had already set the chopsticks.

Her figure was busy in the kitchen, Jingu Makoto walked over, Sakura was about to pick up the pot with braised pork, but forgot that even if the fire is turned off, the remaining temperature on the pot is still very high.

Hiss~ So hot.

Accidentally, Ying Xiao's hand just touched it, and instantly bounced away, breathing with a bitter face.

"What a fool~"

Jingu Makoto hugged her from behind, her tone full of doting.

He took her little hand and looked closely, there was a clear red trace on her slender finger.

"Senior~"

Sakura is also acting pitifully.

Makoto Jingu turned around and took out the ice cubes from the refrigerator, frozen her fingers, and let her stand aside.

Picking up the gloves, Makoto Jingu skillfully picked up the pot, and poured the braised pork in the pot into the plate that had been prepared.

The braised pork is very attractive in color, and the pieces are like pieces of meat stained with honey exudes a hint of fragrance.

"Good smell!!"

Sakura couldn't help but leaned forward, sniffing the fragrance vigorously.

"Well, go to the living room and wait."

Makoto Jingu quickly pushed her out, causing Sakura to be dissatisfied.

Unfortunately, she is really not good at working in the kitchen. She is clumsy and can only go back to the living room and sit in the living room reluctantly.

No, you must learn how to cook when you go back!!!

Sakura made up her mind to make Makoto Jingu look at her next time.

Tonight’s food is a bit rudimentary, just a plate of braised pork with some cold dishes made temporarily.

But for two people, it was enough.

"You have a taste, I believe it will make you like braised pork."

Jingu believes.

Ying raised her fingers and said bitterly: "It's cold~"

The ice cubes had long since turned into water, and there was still water on her slender jade fingers.

Makoto Jingu held her little hand and opened her mouth.

Uh~

Ying looked foolishly, a little at a loss.

In a short while, the chill on his fingers dissipated, replaced by his warmth.

"It's warmer now?"

Jingu Cheng said softly.

Yingqing couldn't help but leaned forward, kissed his lips, and said charmingly: "Yeah."

When the relationship between the two reached this level, Makoto's behavior was not rude or vulgar, but belonged to the category of sultry.

And she still touched Sakura invisibly, so that she couldn't help but want to kiss her.

Jingu Makoto didn't want to kiss her endlessly again.

After kissing for a while, Jingong Makoto pushed her away: "Eat first!"

Sakura curled her mouth, got up and walked to the refrigerator, and brought a few cans of beer that Makoto Jingong had just bought.

With a snap, Sakura pulled the beer away and looked at Makoto Jingu tentatively.

Seeing that he didn't mean to interrupt, Sakura tried to lick the wine on her small mouth.

Hmm, a bit bitter~

Sakura wrinkled her face, not quite used to the taste.

Makoto Jingong ignored her, picked up his chopsticks and prepared to eat, but he was too hungry.

Sakura took a small sip, then passed the beer to Makoto Jingu: "Hey, senior, drink it together."

Makoto Jingu raised his eyebrows: "I'm not interested in beer, you want to drink it."

Ying Jiao snorted, took a big sip, and then leaned to Jingongcheng's side.

Uh~

The bitter beer smell came from her small mouth, mixed with her tongue, a little bit deep.

Makoto Jingu was forced to have no choice but to accept this form of "drinking."

"Hey, how is it? Senior, it tastes very good, right?"

Sakura raised the beer in her hand with an expression waiting to be praised.

Jingu Cheng gave her a blank look and continued to eat.

Ying pouted, and said coquettishly: "Senior~"

"Ok?"

"I can't hold the chopsticks."

"what?"

"I was scalded just now and I can't use it now."

Makoto Jingu:???

Seeing the expectation in her eyes, Makoto Jingu smiled secretly: If you want me to feed, just say it.

He picked up a piece of meat and brought it to her little mouth.

Sakura really showed a happy expression, opened her mouth to eat without hesitation, and held her chopsticks.

Jingu Makoto couldn't help but joked: "Sakura, you are more and more like a slut now."

Ying mumbled: "It's all senior's fault."

While speaking, Sakura didn't go back to her seat at all, her small hands were wrapped around the back of his neck, her black silky calves were wrapped around his legs, and the whole person was leaning against his arms.

"Ah~"

Jingong Makoto faced her acting like a baby and could only feed her obediently.

Sakura had a bite of meat, then a bite of rice, and some beer. It was really enjoyable.

Makoto Jingu was feeding, and suddenly he felt like he was feeding a pet.

Sakura is like his kitten.

Well, this kitten is still very dishonest, and he refuses to eat obediently. Its little tail sways vigorously. The calf rubs against him from time to time, sometimes with his back facing him, sometimes with his head buried in his arms, and then sticks out the incense. The tongue licked and bit gently.

The feeling of sourness makes Makoto Jingu a little unbearable.

To tell the truth, he still insisted on finishing the meal is already determined.

However, his other hand was not idle. While Sakura fell in his arms, he also stretched out his hand to slowly rub the jade leg wrapped in black silk.

Shasha's rubbing sound is very weak, but Jingu Makoto is very happy. This kind of spiritual satisfaction is indescribable.

Sakura sensed Makoto's movements, and thought she didn't know it, and said in her heart: Senior is really a leg control.

She had already thought about going back to prepare all kinds of silk stockings, hum, completely hooked the soul of senior.

Ah...what a wonderful idea.

It's a pity, it should be just a wish, I'm not the only girl beside me...

And... the other girls seem to be very good... myself... a bit bad...

Thinking about it, Sakura felt a little melancholy inexplicably.

Perhaps the wine is slowly rising, and her small face is flushed. It is not a natural reaction of shyness, but the flush after being soaked in wine.

"senior.."

Ying suddenly shouted quietly.

Makoto Jingu answered softly, "Yes."

Leaning on his arms, Ying whispered: "Does senior like Sigong Sister?"

Makoto Jingu's action of sandwiching meat suddenly stagnated, hello, this topic has jumped too quickly.

Before he answered, Sakura asked and replied: "Should be the one you like?"

"Sigong Sister is so good, and so beautiful... and she was born so noble..."

"Hey, senior, I... actually look forward to Si Gong-senpai, and I want to be as good as her."

"But... I don't want seniors what you think about Sigong-senpai..."

"Think about it carefully, Senpai and Si Gong-senpai are a good match..."

No, why do you suddenly become sentimental?

Jingu Makoto sighed and said not to drink, this bad drink.

"Good match? How could you have this idea."

"Isn't it a good match? Sister Si Gong is so good, she is a long-awaited existence in all aspects, and her talent is far beyond ordinary people. No matter what she learns, she can quickly master it, leaving others far away."

"The predecessors are also very talented... the results are like this, the sports are like this... all aspects are like this..."

"Now, do you know, senior? You are too dazzling..."

Ying said in a low voice.

Jingong Makoto knew that she might not be drunk, but the drunkenness induced her to speak out the thoughts hidden in her heart.

She doesn't like comparison, but she has to compare.

Shigiya Huiye was probably the best girl she had ever met.

So subconsciously, Sakura will compare and conclude that she is inferior to her in all aspects.

This damn inferiority complex.

Jingu Cheng said lightly: "I have no talent."

Sakura twisted her body nonchalantly: "Senior, don't coax me..."

"Really, but if there is one thing that counts as my talent, then I think it's the only one."

"Huh? Which one?" Ying asked curiously.

Jingong Makoto looked down at her eyes and said softly, "My talent is to like you."

Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: Am I not good?

The soft voice catered to the deepest expectation in her heart.

It doesn't matter whether it is humble or low self-esteem, it doesn't matter how it is.

Ying stared at Jingong Makoto in a daze, and immediately showed a smile of relief.

Even if he is not as good as Si Gong senior, even if he is not as good as other girls.

So what?

Those who are by Senior's side, can lean in his arms, can be spoiled by him, can enjoy his tenderness.