After Going on a Blind Date with My Brother

Wen Yimu really followed Lin Wan's words to cook. She went to the kitchen downstairs, opened the refrigerator, glanced at it, thought about it, and found another apron to tie around her waist.

When you don't know what to do, it's always right to wash a green vegetable first.

Wen Yimu turned on the faucet, slender jade fingers staggered back and forth in the flowing water, which was quite pleasing to the eye, and even made an ordinary green vegetable dripping green.

While washing dishes, Wen Yimu looked down at the ugly apron on his body, and laughed a little dumbly. I thought to myself, I really responded to the words of a good wife and a good mother, and I started to wash my hands and make soup.

There is no way, the child is sick, follow her will, and make it up later.

Wen Yimu thought so, became happy, and turned on the fire with her eyebrows curved.

In fact, she is not very good at cooking. What she is best at is to give herself a bowl of noodles to eat. In addition, the dishes she can cook are rounded up to zero.

However, it doesn't seem appropriate to give noodles to patients, and this common sense is still there.

The chicken soup made by Aunt Zhang is very suitable for Lin Wan to drink. It is easy to digest, nutritious, and very fragrant.

Wen Yimu glanced at the hot chicken soup that was brought down by him, and there was a glimpse of the torn chicken in it. He was very attentive.

It's just that Lin Wan's sense of taste temporarily failed and he couldn't taste the taste.

Wen Yimu blinked, and suddenly seemed to have found some shortcut, and quickly started his actions.

A quarter of an hour later, Wen Yimu walked into Lin Wan's room with a bowl of freshly baked noodles.

Lin Wan waited without any impatience. As soon as she saw Wen Yimu walking in, she stared at the bowl in her hand.

Wen Yimu put the bowl aside and asked softly, "Wait in a hurry?

Lin Wan shook his head like a rattle: "No, I feel at ease when I think that you are busy for me."

When Lin Wan answered, the corner of his mouth was smiling, and he looked very safe, carefree, and didn't worry about Wen Yimu running away halfway.

Looking at the **** the bed, Wen Yimu's heart softened a little, suddenly she couldn't help but want to hug her and feel the softness of Lin Wan's body.

Lin Wan didn't have that much thought at all. He just wanted to look at the bowl on the bedside table. With his tongue stuck out, he asked curiously, "Wen Yimu, what are you doing? I'm hungry!"

The voice is coquettish and coquettish.

Without waiting for Wen Yimu's reply for a long time, Lin Wan couldn't help looking up, and froze completely at the moment when he met Wen Yimu's gaze.

Wen Yimu, who has always been calm and indifferent, now looks at her as if she is exploring, with an indescribable scorching heat hidden in her calm gaze, like a flame under an iceberg, looking down at her like this.

The indescribable sense of oppression made people feel a little scared.

Lin Wan took a deep breath, tried to avoid Wen Yimu's eyes in a panic, and stammered: "Sister, you, why are you looking at me like this..."

In the next second, the scent that belonged to Wen Yimu was overwhelming, and Lin Wan only felt that his body fell into a soft embrace, and his face just pressed against Wen Yimu's fair and slender neck.

Lin Wan was hugged tightly, a little breathless, and couldn't help but whisper, "Sister, relax..."

Wen Yimu relaxed a little when he heard the words, allowing Lin Wan to pant slightly, and all the hot air was spit on Wen Yimu's neck.

Itchy, somewhat indescribable, and strangely comfortable, Wen Yimu couldn't help frowning.

Lin Wan didn't notice anything unusual about Wen Yimu. After getting used to Wen Yimu's warm and comfortable embrace, Lin Wan almost greedily sucked the fragrance from Wen Yimu's body, as if to **** her whole body into her stomach.

Especially the neck that was just exposed in front of her eyes, white and tender, with just the right almost perfect curve, like a swan, white enough to faintly see blood vessels.

Lin Wan couldn't help but put her lips together gently, feeling the warm blood surging under her lips and teeth, she couldn't help but want to bite for a while.

I want to be a vampire, bite Wen Yimu's neck, let her gurgling hot blood flow into my body, and let the two of them become one.

Lin Wan leaned against Wen Yimu's neck fascinatedly, sniffing like a puppy, rubbing his head back and forth.

Wen Yimu could only see the little girl's hairy head arching and arching in his arms, making her feel a little itchy, and she couldn't tell the strange feeling.

She couldn't help but raised her hand and gently touched Lin Wan's head, with a bit of indulgent tenderness in her voice: "Itching."

Lin Wan pretended not to hear, but it went too far.

Lin Wan couldn't satisfy Lin Wan anymore with her lips pressed against her warm neck. She felt that she wanted more, wanted her teeth to pierce Wen Yimu's skin, and wanted to be close to her.

But after all, she is still human, not a vampire, and it is impossible to really bite Wen Yimu to bleed.

Lin Wan could only do the next best thing. Lin Wan stretched out her pink tongue and quickly licked it on Wen Yimu's neck, leaving a little dampness.

Wen Yimu only felt a burst of warmth, like an ant crawling across the most sensitive place.

She has never been an open person. She has never been touched in such a private place as her neck, and she doesn't know that she can be so sensitive. Just being licked on her neck makes her feel a little unbearable.

Indescribable feeling, want to push away, but a little nostalgic.

Wen Yimu was still shy in the end. She let go of Lin Wan and said solemnly, "Okay, it's time to eat."

Lin Wan took her arm coquettishly and begged: "I still want to hug."

Wen Yimu's face blushed, but she still had to maintain her majesty: "I will hug you after eating and see how you behave."

"Okay." Lin Wan is now obedient, and will take a bowl to eat.

"Don't move, I'll feed you." Wen Yimu took the bowl, picked up a chopstick of noodles and let it cool, and brought it to Lin Wan's lips, "Try it."

Lin Wan obediently leaned over, sucked up a chopstick of noodles, chewed it vaguely, and praised, "Sister's cooking is delicious."

Wen Yimu asked with a smile, "Well, where is the delicious food?"

Lin Wan thought about it for a while, and said seriously: "It has the taste of chicken soup, and my favorite pine mushroom mushrooms, I like it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his pink tongue and licked the corner of his lips, looking lazy.

Thinking that the tongue had just licked his neck, Wen Yimu blushed again unconsciously, and quickly changed the subject: "Don't you have a lost sense of taste?"

"That's right." Lin Wan said confidently, "I can only taste what my sister made!"

The girl fox in front of her eyes curled up, and she smiled brightly, a little more cunning.

Wen Yimu realized later that he seemed to be deceived.