Love Code at the End of the World

“Um...” I lowered my face, slowly, sleeping forward on his chest, and immediately, Harry's heart started to beat faster.

He sighed helplessly, "You're hooking me up."

“Then be a test.” I smiled badly, closed my eyes in front of his chest, listened to his heartbeat, felt the ups and downs of his chest, the enthusiasm of his body contaminating him, and I tasted a sweet, warm feeling of happiness.

His hand grabbed my shoulder gently, his other wrist held my body, his chin resting gently on my forehead, and we embraced and slept together.

My leg frame is on his leg, sleeps particularly comfortably, has the feeling that I don't want to leave, I also hug his waist, soft, thin, just right.

His heart beats steadily and I hope to be able to sleep quietly with him every night and enjoy this special feeling of happiness and contentment.

In my dream, I saw the sunflower field. The boy holding my hand was Harry...

He smiled brightly under a large sunflower plate, touched my face and kissed my lips deeply...

I opened my eyes slowly, someone was kissing my lips gently, he slowly left, over me, a sweet smile as bright as the sun

“Wake up?” He laughed at me, Amber's eyes as bright as a yellow gem, and his soft voice as a light wave of sand.

I subconsciously reached out, banged, and hit him in the face.

Instead, he held my hand and stared deeply at me.

“Sorry, I'm used to it...” I said.

He laughed: “I'm used to it too...”

We looked at each other and laughed, and he slowly lowered his face, and I immediately closed my eyes, his lips, and pecked gently on my lips: "Time to get up. ”

I opened my eyes blushing and he still didn't leave me.

He continued to stare deeply at my face and looked closely at each of the five officials and skin on my face. His fingers gently depicted my silver brow, slowly descending, and he smiled in the sun: "My wife is indeed the most beautiful. ”

I was like back at first sight, he was over me, and he looked at me like a fool...

At the time, he also had a juvenile attitude, which made him look a little childish.

And this year, he grew up amazing, and Sister Ceci and Uncle Mason told him that people need to experience feelings to grow up.

Their son, Harry, has grown up to be a trustworthy and dependable man.

His hand gently stroked my neck and pressed it over my chest, and gently stopped going down.

“What should I do? Not enough...” he said softly and dutifully, bending down and gently rubbing my nostrils, will be as gentle as goose fur, the words of sand spit on my lips, "Wife... can I call your wife later...”

“Um...” It's really different if you like it or not. His wife used to scream at me and just want to beat him up.

And now, I'm afraid if he calls someone else's wife, I'll scrap him as a eunuch!

His eyes glistened happily and he lay down on me completely, his hands crossed under my neck and held me completely tight: “Wife, wife, wife...”

I reached out and patted him on the back: "You're too heavy! ”

He laughed haha.

“Come with me to the kitchen, and I'll make it for you early.” I suddenly want to cook.

“Really!” He immediately left my body and stood up above me and looked at me excitedly, "Great!” He bent his face down excitedly and kissed me hard on my forehead, happily like a child.

But he doesn't know. I let him go to the kitchen. There's a conspiracy!

Many people would say that a woman who wants to tie a man can tie his stomach first. But at home, it's the other way around.

Since she was a child, she was raised like a young lady at home, so her hands didn't get sun and spring water, and she never did household chores, so her hands were white and soft and beautifully groomed.

My dad came from a normal family, and he was a cook at first, especially when he was a soldier. Later, he captured his mother with a delicious dish. Li Sheng chased my mother's thousands of men and hugged her home.

So I learned how to cook from my dad, especially noodles, and no dad would do it.

But I can't do it, because rubbing the noodles is such a strong man, rubbing the ground well.

Harry smiled and rubbed his face. Apparently, he didn't mind me making him labor.

Chef Kevins, Big Fat Master and Sister Veer are looking at us again.

“Record every step!” Chef Kevins grows up loud and commands.

“Yes!” Master Big Fat waited, a small flying robot with almost 360 degrees of no dead end recorded me and Harry making breakfast.

“Psst!”

“Psst!”

In the kitchen is the sound of Harry falling. When his hands get bigger, rubbing the face is barbed. For someone who can easily break through the cement wall, rubbing the face is as easy as pinching an ant.

“Look at me, right?” Harry asked me.

I subconsciously held his hands and rubbed them inside, milky white, wet, sticky surfaces extruded from our fingertips: “Nor too hard to rub them out with a gentle rub to be tough. ”

Harry looked at me happily, and when I was going to spank, he held my hand firmly in the dough. My face became red. He began to squeeze my hand in the dough, and the wet face squeezed between our fingers to squeeze away, making a "shudder” dough sticky sound.

“Let go!” I shouted in a hurry, "I'm shooting!” I glanced at the little flying robot on one side.

Harry smiled brilliantly, let go of my hand, my hand has been coloured, the sticky face is stained with a hand, can't shake off.

Harry's so bad! Made my heart beat faster again.

“Lobien, what are you doing today?” The fat chef has smashed his mouth and asked, “Is that bread? ”

“No, it's a bun.” I calm down and start playing meat filling, "meatloaf. ”

“Bags?!” The fat chef seems to have begun to look forward to it!

Harry and I made twelve meat buns together, and when the buns started steaming in the pan, Chef Kevins, the fat chef and Sister Veal were all around the pan looking at the floor.

With the “advanced” handling of the world's food, many cooking techniques have been lost. In the kitchen of Silver Moon City, you can't even find salad oil, just olive oil.

Everyone was amazed when a snow-white bun swelled under the lid. Harry looked at the slowly expanding white bun, and then he glanced at my chest, and I stepped on his foot right away, thinking about what! Nasty!