Love Code at the End of the World

“Ding...” the bun came out of the pot and everyone looked at it curiously again, like looking at the New World.

“Suck -” Chef Kevins sniffed first, looked curiously, poked, the bun recessed and slowly recovered, Chef Kevins spat, “as if… nothing special. ”

I laughed, picked up a bag and put it in front of him: "Try it. ”

Chef Kevins picked it up skeptically, and Harry had picked up a big white bun and poked it with his fingers for fun.

Look at him playing with the buns there, pinching the buns. My face suddenly became red. Although I knew how he was curious how small dough could expand, I still felt like he was pinching...

Since accepting his confession, I feel that my thoughts... are getting... dirty...

“Stop playing!” I hit him in the stomach with my arm, and he looked at me innocently: “I was just curious how it could grow so big...” After that, his face turned red, and he was thinking about it!

I stared at him.

He was embarrassed and rigidly pressed the bun into his mouth. When he was about to go down, he stuck his body and the gravy slowly poured out of his mouth.

“It's coming out!” I remind you immediately.

“Ah!" Suddenly, Chef Kevins had a shout, and I immediately looked at him, and he was stiff, and Chef Kevins was in tears!

Don't exaggerate!

Chef Big Fat and Sister Veal saw Chef Kevins' reaction and immediately grabbed a bun and then the three of them swallowed it while eating it.

I can understand how they feel...

I cried when I landed in the world, ate black bread for months, and suddenly ate real food in the ruins of Clos.

Not to mention that they've been eating single foods for decades.

“It's delicious!” Harry was excited to grab another one and eat it.

Twelve bags per pan, two per person.

I took out the last two and put them in a plate and covered them with a lid.

Harry looked at me confused: "Who are you going to give these two? ”

“To Starling River.” I said it casually.

Immediately, he snapped my wrist and sank his face, staring at me: “What's going on with you and Starling River?” He kept his voice down.

Chef Kevins, they've started preparing flour for buns.

I looked at Harry and said, "You should believe me. ”

Harry took a look at the busy three, pulled me out of the kitchen, and grabbed my arm with agitation: "Of course I knew you wouldn't sleep with Starling River, but! ”

“I'm a boy.” I'm also helpless about this, "we slept separately, just like you boys used to sleep in Noah City. ”

“Neither can that!” Harry's full of jealousy, "you're my wife, how can you sleep in a room with another man? ”

“I can't stop it.” I'm stalling too, “you don't know, he reached out and he opened up the two of our rooms, and he reached out and turned me into octopus! ”

“What?! He turned you into an octopus!” Harry immediately went up and down and measured me. In a flash of anger, he turned around and left, "I went to kill him! ”

“No!” I grabbed him in a hurry, "So I'm going to soothe him, he's not sleeping in my room anymore, and... I'm sleeping with you... anyway...” I blushed and held his hand.

His hand immediately got warm: “Yes, too...” He turned his face blushly, looked at me twice, smiled shyly, and held my hand gently. “Sleep in my room later... No...” He frowned again. “Since Starling River is not sleeping in your room, go back to sleep. ”

I immediately looked up at him and said, "Why?! ”

He puts his face aside in embarrassment, licks his lips, and holds my hand tighter and tighter: “I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it if you sleep next to me..."

“Can't help what?” I asked him urgently, why didn't he let me sleep in his room?

He blinked and suddenly turned back and looked at me with a scorching look: "I can't help but want you. ”

My heart beat faster as I climbed, hurriedly pulling my hand back, lowering my head and holding onto the plate in my hand: “I sent the bun to Starling River.” My heart raced through him, and suddenly his hand held my waist, instantly snapping my chin and lifting my face, a fiery kiss flashed down.

Scorching, burning kiss, almost took my strength away, from how many times he has kissed me since he said he loved me, like he never kissed enough, like I owed him a whole year of kissing, he doesn't want to take it back all the time.

Perhaps…

Harry is right...

We…

Really...

Can't sleep together...

This is for him…

Perhaps it's a pain...

Kiss, is a magical weapon. It not only sucked my full strength, but it also emptied my brain. I didn't know how to get back to the room myself. Anyway, when I looked back, I was already standing on the balcony of the room, and then I saw the star river, sleeping in my room.

He didn't sleep with me again last night, did he?

Somehow, all of a sudden, I thought he was a little pathetic. Last night was Love God Day.

I walked up to him, trying to call him, and I saw him holding a white rose in his hand.

I held onto his body, he was dressed in a long black coat, his face slightly flanked, and his long black hair covered his side face, which made the white rose on his chest look purer and more beautiful.

I leaned down slowly, reaching for his shoulder, and I wanted to wake him up.

All of a sudden, his hand lifted up and a hand held my hand, tight as if to crush the man who had assassinated him.

“It's me!” I panicked because I was afraid he'd really mistakenly turn me into octopus at the moment.

He opened his eyes and the loungers slowly began to rise, letting him sit up, and he still held my hand and looked me in the eye: "Where were you last night? ”

I glanced slightly: "Last night was Love God Day, and I wanted to be alone.” I can't say I'm with Harry because Harry was with a girl last night, “I didn't expect you to be.” I looked up at him and sat beside him, laughing. "Last night was love day. Why didn't you call a girl? ”

He let go of my hand and frowned slightly: “Because last night was Love God's Day, I couldn't just call a girl. I said I had a cleansing habit of feelings.” When he finished, his eyes landed on my face.

I laughed and put the bag in front of him: "Try it. ”

He glanced at the bag: “This is...”

“I make buns, try them. ”

“You did?” He was somewhat surprised, with a smile in the corner of his mouth, picking one up and putting it in his mouth, and being shocked.

I laughed, "How's that? I'm pretty good, aren't I? ”

He really laughed and the smile looked extra real and clean in the morning light. He's always smiling, but today this smile is something I've never seen in his many smiles, a smile like an untouched child.