In the street corner cafe, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the sun is bright, Meng Ning and Yan Wan sit opposite each other.
There are freesia in the glass bottle on the table, with white petals and fragrant fragrance. They are all busy with their own things, one copying and memorizing words, and the other brushing the comprehensive script, revealing a sense of laziness.
After writing for two hours, he was a little tired. Yan Wan stopped writing, supported her chin with one hand, picked up the lacquer coffee, and took a sip.
She took out her cell phone, lazily browsed her Weibo, and looked up at Meng Ning.
With such a good weather, you are willing to stay here and not accompany Master Song...
What to do with him?Such a boring person can't say a few words for a long time, so how can you be fun?After hearing her words, Meng Ning rubbed her temples gently and smiled slightly. It was estimated that someone was turning into a cat-shaped balcony on the balcony, reading while basking in the sun, which was very boring.
Hearing the faint sweetness in his tone, Yan Wan lowered her eyes, feeling secretly happy, and a little savory. After falling in love, Song Che snatched his friend away.
She complained: What did you eat so sweetly? You can only choose nice things to coax me. These days, I have really died of drought and flooding. Can I just ask...
Meng Ning looked up and looked at the fondant cake in the glass cabinet, his eyes slightly converging, as if he was thinking about something important.
JīJīgua said gossip for a while, but Meng Ning didn't respond. Yan Wan was dissatisfied and leaned against her friend and asked curiously: Ningning, what's wrong with you?
Meng Ning turned around and said softly: Next week...it's his birthday.
Are you talking about nerds?Yan Wan suddenly paused her finger on the screen of her phone and stared at her friend. She was a little surprised. She heard that a girl in the first year of high school went to the office to peek at the file, just to learn about Song Che's birthday, but unfortunately she returned in vain.
Seeing that the other party was like an electric mouse, the girl grinned and couldn't help laughing.
Well, I plan to go to his house and make cakes to celebrate my birthday.Look at this reaction, can you tell me how many boyfriends I have?
Yan Wan suddenly felt energetic. She clenched her pronunciation and ambiguous tone. She sat next to Meng Ning, clicked on the favorites of a shopping software, and showed off her treasured "treasure".
You can also make love cakes. Come on, little chef, since that's the case, you will definitely be able to do this kind of thing, an absolute weapon to kill men...
Killer weapon?Meng Ning was curious. When he looked closely, he saw that the screen was full of sexy and exquisite nude aprons, lace laces, tulle mesh, and cat ears and breasts...
The female models in the picture have sweet smiles, sitting or kneeling, and their postures are attractive. Each frame is low-cut and poking their backs, with very short skirts, barely covering their breasts and thighs. This look that wants to cover up may easily arouse the male's desire for violence, making them lift up, tear them apart, and go straight to the point...
Yan Wan winked and approached her friend's ears, and was in high spirits, and kept whispering: You must buy it, look at this set, black and white little maid, and also wraps underwear. She just needs a nipple sticker to ensure that his soul is out of place.
Meng Ning was speechless, shook Yan Wan's hand and looked around to make sure no one heard the conversation. She pointed to a picture randomly and said perfunctorily: I want this set.
This set is good... Let's have a few more cake molds~ When Yan Wan saw it, her eyes were straightened, she covered her mouth and laughed secretly, and immediately arranged the link to send her.
Meng Ning nodded and picked two more piping heads and bags.
When she got home at night, she washed herself, lie on the bed and nibbled apples, looked at the lace apron showing the shipment, and sent a message to Song Che.
Can you eat fruit cake?
The response came from there quickly, which was a concise word, yes.
The sweet juice filled his mouth, Meng Ning bit his lips, his face turned slightly red, and he carefully lie on the pillow to change the message mode.
She softened her voice and said: Next weekend is your birthday. I want to go to your home to study and celebrate by the way. Can you?
In the simple and clean small suite, there was no light, the floor-to-ceiling glass door was half closed, and the evening breeze lifted the curtain, causing a ray of moonlight to leak out, which was cold and comfortable, making everything hazy and as if it was a different world.
The boy was hiding in the darkness, naked, breathing smoothly, and supported the ground with one finger, doing push-ups at an extremely slow speed.
His face was cold, his lip line was slightly pursed, and his movements were standard, and he supported each stroke to the bottom, like a standard machine. The muscles on his back were tight and covered with water, bulging with the rhythm, sexy and tough. The sweat slid down his waist and shoulders and back, dripping on the floor, revealing a strong hormone energy. It seemed that he had been doing it for a long time.
The phone vibrated, the screen lighted up, faintly fainted, becoming the only light in the dark room. Song Che took a deep breath and accelerated to complete the last few push-ups. He held his body high, unlocked with one hand, and listened to the girl's soft and tender voice.
After listening twice, the boy's pupils tightened, and a faint green light shone out. The tips of his teeth stretched out, revealing from his lips, like a carnivorous beast who had returned to his ancestors. He stood up from the floor, lowered his eyes, and didn't know how to reply.
For him, his birthday is just a distant and unfamiliar noun. Over the years, no one will remember it, and no one will celebrate it for him.
Thank you, I'm interested.He pressed his tongue against his palate and responded.
Meng Ning heard the breathing on the other end, couldn't figure out what he was doing, so he wrapped the lace skirt around and said in confusion: What's wrong with you?
Just finished exercising.Daily routine, a thousand push-ups.
After hearing this, Meng Ning stuttered lightly, turned over and sat up, looked at his slightly bulging belly, silently put down half of the apples, lost his appetite, and people with outstanding figures worked so hard, what qualifications do they have to eat, drink and exercise?
Let's go running with me after school tomorrow.From today on, she must eat less in case she cannot wear a battle robe on her birthday.
It was a sunny day on Saturday. Meng Ning walked out of the subway station with a large bag and a small bag. He saw Song Che standing under the tree from afar. He didn't know how long he had been waiting.
The sunlight passed through the gaps of branches and leaves, like golden silk threads. The boy was wearing a white shirt, leaning against the trunk, wrapping his arms around him, and enjoying the morning breeze silently.
A few sparrows were jumping on the branches, chirping constantly. He raised his head, his lips curled slightly, and his eyes shone with a broken light. His cold, hard and deep face was much softer, as if he was in a very good mood.
Meng Ning stopped, her heartbeat for no reason. The nerd looked comfortable and relaxed, shining like a cat demon, making her unable to withstand it.
Smelling the girl's breath, Song Che turned his head, pinned his gaze on Meng Ning, and quickly approached her.
Have you waited for a long time?Meng Ning grinned and pretended to be calm. She dressed up carefully today and had a little confidence in her appearance.
The boy took the bag from her hand, his eyes were burning, and he shook his head to deny: No.
The two of them didn't talk anymore, walked side by side, walked through the lively streets and alleys, towards the residential building, and soon returned home.
Meng Ning put a nest on the potato sofa and directed Song Che to take out the ingredients from the bag. In addition to baking the cake, she also planned to make a small hotpot of clear soup and put a longevity noodles.
Seeing that the other party was busy and cut the food, she pulled open her backpack, took a look at the contents, and decided to follow the script.
That... I remembered that I also missed something and needed you to buy it.
Song Che noticed the girl's nervousness and asked keenly: What materials are missing?
Meng Ning stuck out his tongue, frowned his little face, and said dejectedly: I have a lack of strawberries and cherries. I have a bad memory and forgot to buy it yesterday.
I have long said that I would like to make a cake, so can I forget such important ingredients?
Song Che looked at her deeply for two seconds, without saying a word, and got up and went out.
Seeing him leave, Meng Ning suddenly came to his senses, placed eggs, butter, egg whisk and other items on the cooking table, took out the apron from his bag and ran to the bathroom.
Five minutes later, she walked out carefully, stabilized the cat ear decoration above her head, and then... it should be making cakes.
According to the recipe steps, weigh the egg flour and milk in turn, and cut the butter you want to use. Meng Ning held the iron basin tightly, turned the egg beater, and even more so that he would tighten his belly and thrust his chest, and put on an attractive position that he had practiced several times.
When Song Che returned with a bag of fruit, he saw the little girl standing with her back to him.
Her long hair was loose, she stood barefoot, her whole body was vacuumed, and she was wearing only a black apron that could not cover her plump buttocks. Two thin lace bands crossed and hung along her back, forming a huge bow at the waist, her butt was raised high, and her concave and convex body was fully visible under the thin material.
Song Che, why are you back so soon?Hearing the movement, Meng Ning turned around, held the egg beater, smiled brilliantly, and called her boyfriend in a low voice.
The cat ears on her head were slightly shaken, with a small piece of powder on her cheeks and a heart-shaped satin cloth on her chest.
The waist is thin and cannot be grasped, the breasts are swollen and raised, and the fabric is high, like two balls, trembling and round, the hem of the skirt is very short, fluffy and open, and it floats with the movement, and can only barely cover the private parts, making it look like a temptation of uniforms.
Song Che narrowed his eyes, and a deep meaning was dyed with his black eyes. He put down the fruit, bent over, bullied the girl, and asked in a hoarse voice: What's going on?
That's what you see... Meng Ning held back his shyness and looked up at him.
She put down the utensils, held up her pair of breasts, fiddled with her fingertips, played with them one after another, and made them stand up, and then spoke softly: Meow~~
Seeing that Song Che's face was extremely cold and he didn't stare at him for a moment, Meng Ning let go of his breasts and asked timidly: Do you don't like this set of clothes?
The volume became weaker. She tilted her head, her cheeks were flushed, and her watery eyes were shimmering, making her look clear and beautiful. Song Che held her hands on the cooking table, forming a small space, trapping the girl in it.
He was silent for a long time and finally spoke.
You are very beautiful today, I like it.
When he said this, the boy's voice was extremely hoarse and his eyes flashed fiercely, as if he was about to penetrate the skirt.
The two were very close, Meng Ning felt that her ears were burning. She supported Song Che with her hands and said, "You stay away from me, I'll call you."
Song Che stared at her for a moment, laughed, opened his mouth to hold his tender lips, bite it with his teeth, and sucked it.
Um~~ Meng Ning raised his head and endured it silently. After a long time, she broke away. She hooked the other person's neck and gasped hard.
Call me again.Song Che's breathing was calm, suppressing the surging desire in his body, and straightening the velvet ears on the girl's head.
Well... Meng Ning looked at him with tears in his eyes, and called him softly, as delicate as a young beast.
The egg beater buzzed and the iron bowl on the side could not hold on to the machine. It rolled down with a "bang" and the batter flowed.
Ah, it was spilled out. The girl immediately came back to her senses, pushed Song Che away, grabbed the vessel, and hugged it in her arms.
Song Che didn't say anything, looked down at Meng Ning, and saw the egg and milk mixture sticking to her chest, making it sticky.
There are freesia in the glass bottle on the table, with white petals and fragrant fragrance. They are all busy with their own things, one copying and memorizing words, and the other brushing the comprehensive script, revealing a sense of laziness.
After writing for two hours, he was a little tired. Yan Wan stopped writing, supported her chin with one hand, picked up the lacquer coffee, and took a sip.
She took out her cell phone, lazily browsed her Weibo, and looked up at Meng Ning.
With such a good weather, you are willing to stay here and not accompany Master Song...
What to do with him?Such a boring person can't say a few words for a long time, so how can you be fun?After hearing her words, Meng Ning rubbed her temples gently and smiled slightly. It was estimated that someone was turning into a cat-shaped balcony on the balcony, reading while basking in the sun, which was very boring.
Hearing the faint sweetness in his tone, Yan Wan lowered her eyes, feeling secretly happy, and a little savory. After falling in love, Song Che snatched his friend away.
She complained: What did you eat so sweetly? You can only choose nice things to coax me. These days, I have really died of drought and flooding. Can I just ask...
Meng Ning looked up and looked at the fondant cake in the glass cabinet, his eyes slightly converging, as if he was thinking about something important.
JīJīgua said gossip for a while, but Meng Ning didn't respond. Yan Wan was dissatisfied and leaned against her friend and asked curiously: Ningning, what's wrong with you?
Meng Ning turned around and said softly: Next week...it's his birthday.
Are you talking about nerds?Yan Wan suddenly paused her finger on the screen of her phone and stared at her friend. She was a little surprised. She heard that a girl in the first year of high school went to the office to peek at the file, just to learn about Song Che's birthday, but unfortunately she returned in vain.
Seeing that the other party was like an electric mouse, the girl grinned and couldn't help laughing.
Well, I plan to go to his house and make cakes to celebrate my birthday.Look at this reaction, can you tell me how many boyfriends I have?
Yan Wan suddenly felt energetic. She clenched her pronunciation and ambiguous tone. She sat next to Meng Ning, clicked on the favorites of a shopping software, and showed off her treasured "treasure".
You can also make love cakes. Come on, little chef, since that's the case, you will definitely be able to do this kind of thing, an absolute weapon to kill men...
Killer weapon?Meng Ning was curious. When he looked closely, he saw that the screen was full of sexy and exquisite nude aprons, lace laces, tulle mesh, and cat ears and breasts...
The female models in the picture have sweet smiles, sitting or kneeling, and their postures are attractive. Each frame is low-cut and poking their backs, with very short skirts, barely covering their breasts and thighs. This look that wants to cover up may easily arouse the male's desire for violence, making them lift up, tear them apart, and go straight to the point...
Yan Wan winked and approached her friend's ears, and was in high spirits, and kept whispering: You must buy it, look at this set, black and white little maid, and also wraps underwear. She just needs a nipple sticker to ensure that his soul is out of place.
Meng Ning was speechless, shook Yan Wan's hand and looked around to make sure no one heard the conversation. She pointed to a picture randomly and said perfunctorily: I want this set.
This set is good... Let's have a few more cake molds~ When Yan Wan saw it, her eyes were straightened, she covered her mouth and laughed secretly, and immediately arranged the link to send her.
Meng Ning nodded and picked two more piping heads and bags.
When she got home at night, she washed herself, lie on the bed and nibbled apples, looked at the lace apron showing the shipment, and sent a message to Song Che.
Can you eat fruit cake?
The response came from there quickly, which was a concise word, yes.
The sweet juice filled his mouth, Meng Ning bit his lips, his face turned slightly red, and he carefully lie on the pillow to change the message mode.
She softened her voice and said: Next weekend is your birthday. I want to go to your home to study and celebrate by the way. Can you?
In the simple and clean small suite, there was no light, the floor-to-ceiling glass door was half closed, and the evening breeze lifted the curtain, causing a ray of moonlight to leak out, which was cold and comfortable, making everything hazy and as if it was a different world.
The boy was hiding in the darkness, naked, breathing smoothly, and supported the ground with one finger, doing push-ups at an extremely slow speed.
His face was cold, his lip line was slightly pursed, and his movements were standard, and he supported each stroke to the bottom, like a standard machine. The muscles on his back were tight and covered with water, bulging with the rhythm, sexy and tough. The sweat slid down his waist and shoulders and back, dripping on the floor, revealing a strong hormone energy. It seemed that he had been doing it for a long time.
The phone vibrated, the screen lighted up, faintly fainted, becoming the only light in the dark room. Song Che took a deep breath and accelerated to complete the last few push-ups. He held his body high, unlocked with one hand, and listened to the girl's soft and tender voice.
After listening twice, the boy's pupils tightened, and a faint green light shone out. The tips of his teeth stretched out, revealing from his lips, like a carnivorous beast who had returned to his ancestors. He stood up from the floor, lowered his eyes, and didn't know how to reply.
For him, his birthday is just a distant and unfamiliar noun. Over the years, no one will remember it, and no one will celebrate it for him.
Thank you, I'm interested.He pressed his tongue against his palate and responded.
Meng Ning heard the breathing on the other end, couldn't figure out what he was doing, so he wrapped the lace skirt around and said in confusion: What's wrong with you?
Just finished exercising.Daily routine, a thousand push-ups.
After hearing this, Meng Ning stuttered lightly, turned over and sat up, looked at his slightly bulging belly, silently put down half of the apples, lost his appetite, and people with outstanding figures worked so hard, what qualifications do they have to eat, drink and exercise?
Let's go running with me after school tomorrow.From today on, she must eat less in case she cannot wear a battle robe on her birthday.
It was a sunny day on Saturday. Meng Ning walked out of the subway station with a large bag and a small bag. He saw Song Che standing under the tree from afar. He didn't know how long he had been waiting.
The sunlight passed through the gaps of branches and leaves, like golden silk threads. The boy was wearing a white shirt, leaning against the trunk, wrapping his arms around him, and enjoying the morning breeze silently.
A few sparrows were jumping on the branches, chirping constantly. He raised his head, his lips curled slightly, and his eyes shone with a broken light. His cold, hard and deep face was much softer, as if he was in a very good mood.
Meng Ning stopped, her heartbeat for no reason. The nerd looked comfortable and relaxed, shining like a cat demon, making her unable to withstand it.
Smelling the girl's breath, Song Che turned his head, pinned his gaze on Meng Ning, and quickly approached her.
Have you waited for a long time?Meng Ning grinned and pretended to be calm. She dressed up carefully today and had a little confidence in her appearance.
The boy took the bag from her hand, his eyes were burning, and he shook his head to deny: No.
The two of them didn't talk anymore, walked side by side, walked through the lively streets and alleys, towards the residential building, and soon returned home.
Meng Ning put a nest on the potato sofa and directed Song Che to take out the ingredients from the bag. In addition to baking the cake, she also planned to make a small hotpot of clear soup and put a longevity noodles.
Seeing that the other party was busy and cut the food, she pulled open her backpack, took a look at the contents, and decided to follow the script.
That... I remembered that I also missed something and needed you to buy it.
Song Che noticed the girl's nervousness and asked keenly: What materials are missing?
Meng Ning stuck out his tongue, frowned his little face, and said dejectedly: I have a lack of strawberries and cherries. I have a bad memory and forgot to buy it yesterday.
I have long said that I would like to make a cake, so can I forget such important ingredients?
Song Che looked at her deeply for two seconds, without saying a word, and got up and went out.
Seeing him leave, Meng Ning suddenly came to his senses, placed eggs, butter, egg whisk and other items on the cooking table, took out the apron from his bag and ran to the bathroom.
Five minutes later, she walked out carefully, stabilized the cat ear decoration above her head, and then... it should be making cakes.
According to the recipe steps, weigh the egg flour and milk in turn, and cut the butter you want to use. Meng Ning held the iron basin tightly, turned the egg beater, and even more so that he would tighten his belly and thrust his chest, and put on an attractive position that he had practiced several times.
When Song Che returned with a bag of fruit, he saw the little girl standing with her back to him.
Her long hair was loose, she stood barefoot, her whole body was vacuumed, and she was wearing only a black apron that could not cover her plump buttocks. Two thin lace bands crossed and hung along her back, forming a huge bow at the waist, her butt was raised high, and her concave and convex body was fully visible under the thin material.
Song Che, why are you back so soon?Hearing the movement, Meng Ning turned around, held the egg beater, smiled brilliantly, and called her boyfriend in a low voice.
The cat ears on her head were slightly shaken, with a small piece of powder on her cheeks and a heart-shaped satin cloth on her chest.
The waist is thin and cannot be grasped, the breasts are swollen and raised, and the fabric is high, like two balls, trembling and round, the hem of the skirt is very short, fluffy and open, and it floats with the movement, and can only barely cover the private parts, making it look like a temptation of uniforms.
Song Che narrowed his eyes, and a deep meaning was dyed with his black eyes. He put down the fruit, bent over, bullied the girl, and asked in a hoarse voice: What's going on?
That's what you see... Meng Ning held back his shyness and looked up at him.
She put down the utensils, held up her pair of breasts, fiddled with her fingertips, played with them one after another, and made them stand up, and then spoke softly: Meow~~
Seeing that Song Che's face was extremely cold and he didn't stare at him for a moment, Meng Ning let go of his breasts and asked timidly: Do you don't like this set of clothes?
The volume became weaker. She tilted her head, her cheeks were flushed, and her watery eyes were shimmering, making her look clear and beautiful. Song Che held her hands on the cooking table, forming a small space, trapping the girl in it.
He was silent for a long time and finally spoke.
You are very beautiful today, I like it.
When he said this, the boy's voice was extremely hoarse and his eyes flashed fiercely, as if he was about to penetrate the skirt.
The two were very close, Meng Ning felt that her ears were burning. She supported Song Che with her hands and said, "You stay away from me, I'll call you."
Song Che stared at her for a moment, laughed, opened his mouth to hold his tender lips, bite it with his teeth, and sucked it.
Um~~ Meng Ning raised his head and endured it silently. After a long time, she broke away. She hooked the other person's neck and gasped hard.
Call me again.Song Che's breathing was calm, suppressing the surging desire in his body, and straightening the velvet ears on the girl's head.
Well... Meng Ning looked at him with tears in his eyes, and called him softly, as delicate as a young beast.
The egg beater buzzed and the iron bowl on the side could not hold on to the machine. It rolled down with a "bang" and the batter flowed.
Ah, it was spilled out. The girl immediately came back to her senses, pushed Song Che away, grabbed the vessel, and hugged it in her arms.
Song Che didn't say anything, looked down at Meng Ning, and saw the egg and milk mixture sticking to her chest, making it sticky.
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