Chapter 2151

"Come on, don't drink any more."

He took the spoon in Ye Qingli's hand.

Then he put the spoon of porridge directly into his mouth.

"Really?"

For a moment, ye Qingli showed a surprise expression.

But immediately, she found that her expression was not right

Because, she saw, in Jun Aohan's face, there was a very angry expression.

"I just said, just casually, you should not have heard..."

"Ben Wang, you must taste this bowl of porridge. Is it good to drink..."

You haughty cold makes a deep and dumb voice.

However, after saying this, he did not pick up the spoon, but directly put down the bowl.

Then, with one hand, he pulled over Ye Qingli's shoulder.

A strong and strong masculine atmosphere immediately made Ye Qingli intoxicated.

This guy, what do you want?

Just as she was still guessing, Jun Aohan was thinking.

Jun Aohan has been very rude and put her in his arms.

Because there is a bowl of porridge in his mouth, his voice is still vague.

"I want you to know that as long as it's made by me, even if it's poison, you must drink it..."

I'll go!

This guy, isn't he overbearing?

Ye Qingli just wants to break away from him. At this time, Jun Aohan has lowered his head.

Then, his thin and firm lips, like sharp swords, covered Ye Qingli's lips directly.

"Well..."

Ye Qingli hasn't responded yet.

A heat, let her lose in an instant.

However, this is not the heat brought by the masculine breath of Jun Aohan.

But the porridge in his mouth

His tongue, extremely domineering extended in, just like a general, occupying his territory unscrupulously.

Then, he put the bowl of porridge in his mouth, without reservation, all into the mouth of Ye Qingli.

"Hiss --"

Ye Qingli pressed his lips hard.

"Fie fie FIE, fie FIE, you want to burn me to death!"

She tried hard to push Jun Aohan away.

However, Jun's strong arms are not loose at all.

She was forced into her arms.

His tongue is still galloping between Ye Qingli's lips.

It's like venting.

Ye Qingli is sure that this guy must be intentional!

However, the porridge he cooked seemed to taste good when he drank it

"Is Ben Wang's porridge good to drink?"

Until the wanton kiss, which made Ye Qingli's whole body sour and soft, even the little finger had no strength.

He just reached her ear and whispered.

Ye Qingli felt that his whole body's strength was about to be drained.

She lies lazily in the arms of Jun Aohan.

"The taste seems good..."

She is not comforting Jun Aohan.

It's true that the taste of this bowl of porridge is really some, which is beyond her expectation. It's good to drink

Originally, she was worried that Jun Aohan had never been in the kitchen to make porridge. Could he have an entrance in the end?

However, even if it's not a human delicacy, at least, it has the standard of a general chef.

"I look down on you."

Ye Qingli claps his palm.

"Hum, this time, do you know my king's strength?"

Jun Aohan said proudly.