Milk dog school bully slaps the face every day

The doorbell rang three times, and Ning Zhen finally opened the door when the patrolling security "unintentionally" glanced at the kitchen knife in Jiang Li's hand for the third time.

He was taking a shower just now, and he only wore a white bath towel around his waist to block the mysterious hormonal eruption.

Ning Zhen's hair was wet, and the drops of water dripping from the ends of her hair slowly slipped under the white towel along her bare chest and neat and sexy abdominal muscles. The breath of male hormones rushed to her face, and Jiang Li subconsciously licked her mouth.

"What's the matter?" Ning Zhen's cold voice sounded, interrupting Jiang Li's thoughts.

Jiang Li subconsciously raised his right hand and greeted politely: "My mother asked me to cook for you."

Ning Zhen glanced indifferently at the kitchen knife being raised in front of her eyes, and silently took a step back, letting Jiang Li in.

Jiang Li walked into the kitchen skillfully as if he had entered his own home, put down his most convenient kitchen knife, turned around and went to the table to drink water.

There are three porcelain cups in Ning Zhen's family. Uncle Ning and Aunt Jiang are a pair of black and white couple cups, and Ning Zhen's is blue.

Jiang Li subconsciously went to get the blue ceramic cup, touched the back of the cup with his fingertips but turned a corner abruptly, touched the glass cup for serving guests at the back, picked it up and poured water as if nothing had happened.

He almost forgot that he and Ning Zhen had been rivals for a year, and they could no longer share a cup.

Ning Zhen looked at Jiang Li's movements, his eyes moved, and without saying anything, he turned and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

Jiang Li secretly looked at Ning Zhen's wide and tight back from the corner of his eye, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated. This was the first time he saw Ning Zhen wearing so little since the two were 16 years old.

Ning Zhen has a standard body that looks thin and fleshy when undressed. The young man's body is thin but elastic, and Jiang Li is envious and itchy.

Jiang Li took another sip of water, rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen. Compared with the bleak situation where there were only eggs left in their house, the refrigerator in Ning Zhen's house was full, and the contrast was sharp.

Worried that something terrible will happen if the task is not completed, Jiang Li decides that if Ning Zhen is not very hungry, he will make cookies first.

"Ning Zhen, are you hungry now?" Jiang Li shouted without raising his head.

"Not hungry." Ning Zhen's cold voice suddenly sounded behind him.

He didn't know when he had changed into light blue home clothes and stood at the door of the kitchen. Jiang Li's hand that was holding the egg shook and almost dropped the egg. Ning Zhen subconsciously stretched out his hand and opened it when he was shaking. Palms supported his hands.

Ning Zhen's palm was relatively large, and he clenched Jiang Li's fist holding the egg. Both of them were startled by the sudden contact. The two warm hands lasted for two seconds before they parted reflexively. .

"You can eat whatever you want?" Ning Zhen frowned slightly, then turned and went to the living room to watch the news.

Jiang Li curled his lips, found the tools and materials for making cookies at Ning Zhen's house, and while beating eggs, he muttered in a low voice, "I don't know, let's make a move."

"What do you want me to do?" There was another indifferent voice behind him.

Jiang Li trembled, turned his head to look at Ning Zhen behind him, raised his flour-stained hand to wipe Ning Zhen's cheek, and growled, "You ghost? There's no sound when you walk."

Ning Zhen was holding an apple in his hand, and was sprayed inexplicably. He frowned slightly and looked down at the silent slippers on his feet, with a cold expression that looked innocent and aggrieved.