After going on a blind date with my brother

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

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

Wen Yimu turned on the faucet, and his slender fingers criss-crossed back and forth in the flowing clear water. It was quite pleasing to watch, and even made an ordinary vegetable look green.

While washing the vegetables, Wen Yimu looked down at the ugly apron on her body, and couldn't help but laugh.I thought to myself, I really answered 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, just follow her wishes and make up for it later.

As Wen Yimu thought about it, he became happy, and turned on the fire with his eyebrows curved.

In fact, she doesn't know how to cook. What she is best at is serving herself a bowl of noodles. Other than that, the dishes she knows are rounded to zero.

However, it seems inappropriate to give noodles to patients, Wen Yimu still has this common sense.

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 still hot chicken soup brought down by him, in which he could still see the chicken that had been torn into strips, very carefully.

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

Wen Yimu blinked, suddenly seemed to have discovered some shortcut, and quickly started his own 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 impatiently, and when she saw Wen Yimu walking in, she stared at the bowl in her hand anxiously.

Wen Yimu put the bowl aside and asked softly: "Are you in a hurry?

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

When Lin Wan answered, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, she looked very secure, carefree, not at all worried that Wen Yimu would run away halfway.

Looking at the girl on the bed, Wen Yimu's heart softened unconsciously, and suddenly he 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, half stuck out his tongue and said curiously: "Wen Yimu, what are you doing, I'm hungry!"

The voice is coquettish and coquettish, acting like a baby with confidence.

After waiting for Wen Yimu's reply for a long time, Lin Wan couldn't help but look up, and froze completely the moment he met Wen Yimu's gaze.

Wen Yimu, who has always been calm and indifferent, now looks at her like a probing one, with an indescribable burning heat hidden in the calmness of his eyes, like a flame under an iceberg, just looking down at her like this.

The indescribable sense of oppression actually inexplicably 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 that..."

In the next second, the unique fragrance of Wen Yimu was overwhelmed, and Lin Wan felt her body fall into a soft embrace, and her face was just pressed against Wen Yimu's fair and slender neck.

Lin Wan was hugged tightly, a little out of breath, and couldn't help but softly said: "Sister, relax..."

Hearing this, Wen Yimu relaxed a little, allowing Lin Wan to pant slightly, and all the hot air was blown out on Wen Yimu's neck.

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

Lin Wan didn't notice Wen Yimu's strangeness at all. After getting used to Wen Yimu's warm and comfortable embrace, Lin Wan sucked the fragrance of Wen Yimu's body almost greedily, as if he wanted to suck her whole body into his stomach.

Especially the part of the neck that happened to be exposed in front of her eyes, it was white and tender, with just right and almost perfect curves, like a swan, so white that blood vessels could be seen faintly.

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

He wanted to be a vampire, bite Wen Yimu's neck, let her gurgling blood flow into his body, and make the two of them merge into one.

Lin Wan clung to Wen Yimu's neck in a drunken way, sniffing like a puppy, rubbing her head back and forth.

Wen Yimu could only see the little girl's furry head arching and arching in his arms, rubbing against her a little itchy, an indescribably strange feeling.

She couldn't help but raised her hand and gently touched Lin Wan's head, her voice was a little more pampering: "itch."

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

Pressing her lips against the warm neck could not satisfy Lin Wan anymore, she felt that she wanted more, wanted her teeth to pierce Wen Yimu's skin, wanted to cling to her tightly.

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

She could only settle for the next best thing, Lin Wan stretched out her pink tongue, and quickly licked Wen Yimu's neck, leaving a little moisture.

Wen Yimu only felt a burst of heat, like ants crawling over, slithering around the most sensitive place.

She has never been an open person. The private place like her neck has never been touched by anyone, and she doesn't know that she can be so sensitive. Just being licked on her neck makes her feel unbearable.

An indescribable feeling, wanting to push it 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 grabbed her arm coquettishly and begged, "I still want to hug her."

Wen Yimu blushed, but still wanted to maintain his dignity: "I'll hug you after eating, we'll see how you behave."

"Okay." Lin Wan is so good now, she is about to take a bowl to eat.

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

Lin Wan leaned over obediently, ate a chopstick of noodles, chewed vaguely, and praised: "What my sister cooks is delicious."

Wen Yimu asked with a smile: "Well, where is it delicious?"

Lin Wan thought for a while, and said seriously: "It tastes like chicken soup, and my favorite matsutake fungus, I like it."

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

Thinking of the tongue just licking her neck, Wen Yimu blushed unconsciously, and quickly changed the subject: "Didn't you lose your sense of taste?"

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

The girl in front of her had crooked fox eyes, and her smile was flamboyant, a little more cunning.

Wen Yimu realized later that she seemed to have been cheated.