The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

It was getting late, and the busy day was finally over. The guys in the restaurant picked up brooms and rags, consciously cleaned the inn, checked the doors and windows, and then went back to their respective houses with their own things.

Because he is responsible for locking and closing the door, Song Ruan is often the last one to leave.

This day is no exception.

Fortunately, the way home is not walking alone, and I will not feel too lonely.

The moon climbed hard and lazily stopped in mid-air. The soft moonlight slanted down, illuminating the road ahead for Song Ruan and Yang Yuan. They were shoulder to shoulder, two The hands are entangled in the wide sleeves, and occasionally one of them will scratch the palm of the other mischievously.

Yang Yuan rubbed Song Ruan's fingers one by one, as if he was playing with his beloved doll. He said without saying a word, "Are you tired? Do you want me to go back and press it for you?"

Sometimes Song Ruan stood for a whole day, and then turned the spoon for a long time, and his shoulders were prone to soreness. He had to ask someone to press him to feel more comfortable.In the past, Luluo was the one who massaged him, but my daughter's hands were not strong enough, and pressing it back and forth was like tickling Song Ruan. Later, Song Ruan switched to Yang Yuan to massage him.

Song Ruan raised his arm, feeling a sudden soreness.

He didn't hold back, and nodded, "It's a little sore, and my waist is also a little uncomfortable these days... Yesterday, Luluo also said to help me get a piece of medicine, and asked me to fry it and apply the medicine residue on my waist , said it would be better."

"Then I'll post it for you later, and when it's easy to use, I'll catch it for you according to the recipe."

The midsummer has passed, and the golden autumn is just around the corner. The weather is not so sweltering anymore. Walking on the dirt road at night, the cool wind blows over their faces, making them very cool.

The two of them held hands, and they didn't think it was too hot, so they hugged each other tightly and went home together.

The lights in the house were still on. They came back early today, Lu Luo hadn't rested yet, and when she saw Young Master come back, she hurried to the kitchen to get the bath water that had been prepared for them earlier.

Although the weather is not as hot as it was a while ago, it is impossible for people like Song Ruan to not sweat after a busy day.Therefore, taking a hot bath at night is the most comfortable and relaxing time of the day for him.

"call."

Song Ruan wiped off the water droplets on her body, then wrapped a large bath towel around her waist, tied a knot on it to prevent it from slipping off, then lay down lazily on the bed, her body completely relaxed, and waited Ask Yang Yuan to help him massage after taking a bath later.

At the beginning, when Yang Yuan offered to give him a massage, he was both happy and a little reluctant. He was happy because they had more time and space to spend together privately; A hand kiss is already considered a very intimate act, but he is actually a little disgusted by the act of letting others directly touch his body like massaging.

But he couldn't refuse the other party, so the first few times, Song Ruan was lying on the bed neatly dressed, and he can still think of the unconcealable joy on Yang Yuan's face, but when he opened the curtain and saw him wrapped up The expression after being tighter than a silkworm chrysalis...

But later, Yang Yuan pressed and pressed, and his skills improved, and gradually made Song Ruan feel relaxed and comfortable, from which he got a glimpse of the joy of massage.

Over time, Song Ruan would ask Lu Luo to buy some medicated oil, take off her upper body and lie on the bed, and ask Yang Yuan to apply the medicated oil and massage her shoulders and waist.

"The window is still open, you are not afraid of catching cold."

Behind the screen came the sound of splashing water, and soon after, Yang Yuan was wearing a middle coat crookedly, holding a clean cloth in his hand to wipe the water drops from his hair, and snapped his fingers as he walked over to turn off the screen. The window was ajar.

"I shouldn't catch a cold, and the room was full of steam just now, so I thought about opening a crack to let in the wind."

As Song Ruan said, she sat on the bed with her hands propped up, and beckoned to Yang Yuan, "Come here."

"Have you got the oil?"

Yang Yuan walked towards him while wiping his hair, and sat on the edge of the bed, "Go inside a little, I'm going to drip water on you."

"Here it is, it's on the bedside table."

As Song Ruan said, she took the towel from Yang Yuan's hand, moved her knees, and half knelt behind him to help him wipe his waist-length black hair.

His technique is very gentle, it won't hurt Yang Yuan, and it can dry the crystal clear water droplets on his hair very well, "You have the nerve to say, tell you to wipe your hair before you come out, but you have to do it every time." The room is wet, what should I do if the humidity returns?"

"Where is it so easy to get wet?"

As he said that, Song Ruan had already helped him dry his hair half-dry, and a large towel was completely soaked.

Yang Yuan put the towel aside indifferently, took out a hair tie from the bedside table, tied up his long hair hastily, then picked up the bottle of medicinal oil, and gently patted it Patting Song Ruan's half-naked waist, he was a little distracted while talking, "It's alright, alright, lie down, isn't your waist hurting?"

"pain."

Song Ruan said, and lay down obediently.He felt a citrus fragrance suddenly filled the air—it was the unique fragrance of medicinal oil, it was Yang Yuan who opened the bottle of medicinal oil, and then a cool, moist hand touched his bare/naked waist, Yang Yuan repeatedly smeared the tangerine-flavored medicinal oil on her waist.

As the hand pressed/kneaded/kneaded/rubbed gently on his body, the medicated oil also seemed to play a role, and the massaged skin slowly heated up.

"Um……"

Song Ruan lay on a soft mustard wheat pillow, half-closed her eyes, and let out a comfortable sigh.

Maybe because he felt that the atmosphere was a bit too quiet, he recalled the agreement during the day, and asked casually, "Yang Yuan, you promised me in the afternoon that you would confess to me in the evening?"

"..."

Yang Yuan's eyes were dim, his hands were covered with moist medicinal oil, exuding a mixed smell of oranges and medicine, the smell was a bit strange, but not unpleasant.

He clenched his right hand into a fist, and gently crushed Song Ruan's waist with his phalanges, "I said, it's so boring."

"Otherwise you guess first?"

"Shit."

Song Ruan smiled, being massaged to a comfortable place, he couldn't help moaning again, and then asked slowly, "Are you an animal?"

Yang Yuan's breath was slightly unsteady, "No."

Song Ruan asked again, "Is that a plant?"

"Ah."

"It's because I have to eat spicy food, and I don't like oily food. Is my relationship a little fairy?"

Song Ruan made a joke, and said, "You said before that you are not a flower...is that a tree?"

"No."

Yang Yuan paused, and slowly slowed down the movements of his hands, "I'm not that big."

"That's the herb."

He muttered, "Herbaceous, non-flowering... what's that?"

"No need to guess."

Yang Yuan's hand stopped slightly on Song Ruan's back. For the convenience of massaging, he sat on Song Ruan's lap.

Silly Ruan Ruan only knows to find a sitting position that saves him the most effort and is the most comfortable, but forgets that this position will completely block his freedom from him.

It's just... I sent the meat to the wolf's mouth.

Yang Yuan leaned down slightly, pressing on Song Ruan's back.

His own middle coat was not worn properly at all, and the belt was only tied loosely, like a decoration. Now when he bent down, his chest opened a large area, and the clothes slipped off one shoulder. Being next to each other, as if there was some kind of reaction, the temperature of each other's skin instantly heated up, and it was frighteningly hot.

"Yang Yuan—"

Song Ruan also realized that this posture is not very good...

He raised his arms to prop up his upper body, but Yang Yuan had already seen through his intentions. With a slight movement of his strong and well-proportioned legs, he just pressed on Song Ruan's legs like a heavy weight.

This posture was too ambiguous, Yang Yuan pressed on his body, completely restraining him, making it impossible for him to turn over.

"!!"

Song Ruan gritted his teeth, his forehead was already flushed red, the temperature on his face was about to explode, he was shy and dazed, he didn't know how to respond to this strange situation.His pitifully little life experience and exceptionally keen sixth sense only told him one word, that is to hide.

The corners of his eyes were red, as if he had been bullied all the way, and he whispered pitifully, "You, you, you, you...you go down."

Song Ruan heard Yang Yuan laugh softly in his ear.

"So cute."

Even the way she refuses is so cute.

Yang Yuan murmured, and pressed Song Ruan's slightly trembling, smooth and soft shoulder with a clean, untouched hand.

He whispered softly, his voice was soft and soft, but it was mixed with countless long-suppressed feelings, "Let me tell you, what on earth am I..."

As he spoke, his chin slightly raised, just touching the tip of Song Ruan's ear.

The usually pink and lovely ear has long been turned into a maroon red like Hetian Hongyu under his teasing. The color looks very attractive, and it is fragrant and delicious.

Yang Yuan was the first diner to be tempted. He blew lightly into Song Ruan's ear, unable to restrain his inner desire, his lips parted slightly to enclose that fleshy, soft, and tender Hot earlobes.

The taste was really good, and he even licked it subconsciously, under the illusion that he tasted a little bit of sweetness.

"Well--!"

Song Ruan's shoulders trembled suddenly, and his upper body shook violently, like a rabbit being pressed under the palm of a human being, uneasy and hesitant.

Not to mention this life, even in the last life, Song Ruan has never been licked/licked.

The flirting method that has never been experienced is extremely dangerous and impactful to him who is like a blank sheet of paper.What's more, Yang Yuan still acted completely according to instinct. This kind of subconscious teasing/teasing not only made him feel that he was stepping on empty clouds, and that if he was not careful, he would fall into the abyss; Yes, it seems that a flower of desire that he has never seen before has slowly grown in his body.

"do not……"

His eyes are red, his eyelashes are also wet, and his voice is trembling, like a string about to be plucked, adjusted to the tightest position: Maybe it will break in a second, or it may break in the next second. The most beautiful string sound will be produced in seconds.

Yang Yuan ignored his weak begging for mercy, he licked and played with the tip of the ear over and over again, followed the curve of his face all the way down, kissed his cheekbones, and wanted to explore further.

At this time, Song Ruan tilted her head and buried her face in the mustard pillow, blocking Yang Yuan's kiss.

He was short of breath, and felt a slight suffocation on his face covered by the pillow.At the same time, he clearly heard the beating of his heart in his chest, boom, boom, boom, so active and clamoring.

Not only the heart betrayed him, but also the eyes. Song Ruan, who had never cried much since he grew up, did not know why, the tears now seemed to break the water tank, and the fresh spring water flowed out. Soaked the mustard pillow.

what happened?

Song Ruan raised his head slightly in a daze, and took a big breath in the exposed gap:

How could he shed so many tears?You obviously don't feel like crying, do you?It's just...it's just that when Yang Yuan kissed him just now, he suddenly felt his eyes sore, and wanted to shed tears and sneeze, and then, he cried out...

It's incredible.

too weird.

As soon as he exposed this small gap, Yang Yuan has been chasing after him persistently, and kept gently arching Song Ruan's soft side face with his nose, like a puppy that has been hungry for a long time, constantly arching the basin with its mouth The food here is the same.

Why... so clingy?

Obviously I want it very much, but when I was courting, I still noticed that I would not hurt myself roughly...

Song Ruan was stunned, and Yang Yuan found the opportunity.

The affectionate and moist kiss came immediately, from his cheekbones, cheeks, nose, all the way to his lips.

"Well……"

No, I want to cry even more.

I can't stop it at all.

Song Ruan passively accepted the kiss from her lover, but tears kept overflowing, flowing from the corners of her eyes to the corners of her lips, forming a small stream.

The kiss is over.

Yang Yuan took a few breaths that made people blush and heartbeat, and temporarily stopped his somewhat crazy offensive.

He lowered his head nostalgicly, and kissed away the tears from the corners of Song Ruan's eyes little by little. His voice was low but sexy, which made people completely uncontrollable, "I once said that there are only three things, and this is the second time."

Song Ruan's hair was disheveled, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were watery. While panting a little, she tilted her head and looked at Yang Yuan in puzzlement.

At that moment, his sudden idea even shocked him:

Why stop?I obviously, I obviously didn't push you away.Why... not continue?

"This is the second time, but I have to charge some interest in advance."

Yang Yuan chuckled lightly, and touched his neck with one hand along his soft shoulders, with an extremely affectionate voice,

"The third step, let's preview it."

Song Ruan: "..."

Can I say no?

(The number of modified words in Chapter V cannot be less than the original number of words... Tomorrow, I will put the word count of this chapter in Youshu)