Anti-Quick Transmigration System: Black-bellied male god, please take the move!

Chapter 232 Gossip Queen: If there is no real hammer, what can you do to me? 61
Heller grasped her wrist and fixed it to one side. There was a hint of unruly scorn in his tone: "You just agreed."

"When do I..."

"Eat something light, such as... eat tofu."

"You!" She broke free and slapped him with her palm, and attacked him without idleness!
He deciphered her moves one by one, and said with a smile: "I told you a long time ago, you can't beat me, why don't you behave yourself?"

"If you can't fight, you still have to fight." She raised her eyebrows sharply, avoiding his control and shooting faster again.

No matter how powerful a person is, they will not win all the time, and no opponent, no matter how powerful they are, cannot be undefeated forever.As long as you explore carefully, you will be able to find a solution, which is also a kind of resilience in Shen Mo.

After just a few moves, she found a loophole in his moves, and followed this loophole to attack him in one fell swoop!Finally managed to break through his defenses and punched him on the shoulder.

"I'm still a wounded person, but you don't hold back at all." He covered his shoulders with a smile, and there was no trace of pain in the showman's grinning face?
Shen Mo didn't want to pay attention to him, turned around and continued cooking ingredients: "How can you look like a wounded person?"

"What should the wounded look like?" He conveniently arranged the other ingredients she hadn't cut, just in time to watch her prepare to stir fry another dish.

He raised his eyebrows, seeing that she was about to pour the vegetables and sausages from the plate into the pot, he quickly stole a piece and threw it into his mouth.

Shen Mo glanced over, but saw him blinking his eyes with a smile that deserved a beating: "You are busy with your work, and I will eat mine."

"Don't make trouble, go out." Seeing his rascal appearance, Shen Mo didn't bother to talk to him, just wanted him to leave the kitchen.

But he is not a person who can play cards according to common sense. He picked up a piece of sausage and put it in his mouth, then picked up another piece and handed it to her lips and asked her seriously: "Try it?"

Shen Mo didn't bother to pay attention to him, and poured the remaining ingredients into the pot to stir fry, but he took her arm and handed the things to her lips again: "You eat, I'll go out."

If she doesn't eat, he won't let go.

The sizzling sound in the frying pan urged the two of them to waste precious time. She had no choice but to reach out to pick it up, but he insisted on feeding her.

She is not a teenage girl, she will be moved by this little trick of feeding food, so why should she be afraid of him?

She was anxious to see what was going on in the pot, and while looking at the pot, she raised her head and ate with his hand.

But just as the corner of her lips touched the piece of sausage, a black shadow pressed down in front of her eyes, sealing her lips again.

The man's breath was hotter than the temperature of the stove at the moment. He rolled between her lips, addicted and greedy. Although this kiss was gentle, his strong arms held her tightly, even the pain of tearing apart her struggling body. Every move makes him feel happy.

But there was a strong burnt smell coming from the side of the two of them, Shen Mo hurriedly took advantage of him to relax a little and pushed him: "It's burnt!"

"Don't worry about it." He leaned forward and turned off the fire, picked her up and put her on the table aside as she wanted to slip away, and leaned forward to kiss her again without being satisfied.

Shen Mo's face was blushing, but she was so annoyed that she couldn't break free from the man's shackles, but was pushed on the table by him to make a firmer circle under her body.

"Momo." He whispered.

Her ears were burning red, but she cast a curse and said, "You pervert, let me go!"

"Let you go?" He looked down at her frustrated but helpless look at the moment, his eyes gradually darkened: "Don't even think about it."

After all, he leaned down again to intensify the kiss.

(End of this chapter)