Chapter 1726 Women Are All Pigs (12)

During the meal, Qing'er praised the food endlessly.

Of course, A Yao's cooking skills were not the best, and compared with the chef at home, there was still a slight gap, but Qing'er had not eaten authentic Chinese food for a long time, so this meal was the best delicacy for her.

Besides, how long has this kid learned to cook? She deeply felt that he had unlimited potential.

Who knows which girl will benefit from it in the future.

After eating, Qing'er put down her chopsticks and let out a long breath: "A Yao, what else can you do? Show it all."

He laughed out loud.

"Sister Qing'er, you will understand it in the future."

"That's right." Qing'er nodded, "I was worried that you would come to study abroad at a young age. What if I graduated early and left you alone? Now it seems that there is no need to worry at all."

"I think in comparison, Sister Qing'er, you are the one who is more worrying." A Yao glanced at her.

"Oh, it's okay." Qing'er didn't feel embarrassed at all, "Look, I've lived well until now. ... Hey, let me clean it up."

Halfway through her words, she saw that A Yao had already started to clean up the dishes, and quickly grabbed his wrist: "Cooking is so hard, let me do the rest, I can't let you do it all."

A Yao's movements really paused, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the hand that Qing'er held him, and what he saw was the woman's slender fingertips and pink nails.

Qing'er didn't notice anything unusual at all. She took this opportunity to snatch the dishes from his hand and said with a smile: "Sit down and rest for a while. There is a dishwasher in the kitchen, I'll be ready soon."

A Yao's Adam's apple slid, and the moment her hand loosened, his immobilization spell seemed to be lifted.

Seeing the woman carrying the dishes and chopsticks and walking lightly to the kitchen, he hesitated for a while, but still followed her.

When he walked into the kitchen, he found that the woman was squatting in front of the dishwasher, studying it, and she was still mumbling: "How to use this thing..."

To be honest, the biggest use of the kitchen for her is to make cereal or something. She has never used such a high-end thing as a dishwasher since she moved in.

A Yao just thought it was funny. He walked over and leaned over, but unexpectedly, the woman in front of him was just about to get up.

So the next second, the woman's head hit his chin heavily.

A Yao groaned, and Qing'er screamed. She quickly covered her head and turned around, but unexpectedly, A Yao seemed to be unstable and his body pressed down on her uncontrollably, pressing her whole body against the kitchen counter behind him.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys are probably the age when hormones are most vigorous.

The moment he approached, Qing'er immediately felt that all her senses were enveloped by a strange breath. The breath was not bad, but it made her heart beat faster inexplicably. She had to hold her breath and quickly shook her head to wake herself up.

"Ayao, are you okay?" She ignored the pain in her head and reached out to cover his chin.

In comparison, she felt that his chin should be more painful.

Ayao frowned slightly, as if it was in great pain. Perhaps he felt more comfortable with her hand pressing on him, so he grabbed her hand and pressed it on the painful part of his chin.

The hot temperature from her palm made Qing'er's heartbeat suddenly disordered.