Chatper 252 (1/2)

Walking behind Song Weiyi, the pot on the stove kept rolling, and the rice grains were crystal clear, mixed with a smell of meat.

"Even if you're awake, you should be lazy in bed. Look at those two people, they just sit in the dining room and wait for food." Pei Yibai snorted coldly, and said with some disgust.

"Okay, okay, I see, have you brushed your teeth yet?" Song Weiyi asked while agreeing.

Pei Yibai swiped the answer, "Do you want to check?"

Immediately, she pulled Song Weiyi to turn around, and they faced each other.

"Check? Just scan it, what else is there to check?" Song Weiyi was confused and replied with a smile.

"Try the taste and you'll know..."

"I don't want it, bad breath from not brushing my teeth." Before Pei Yibai finished speaking, Song Weiyi was startled and hurriedly interrupted.

He has a history of this crime and cannot do it again.

As soon as the word bad breath came out, Pei Yibai was stunned for a few seconds, and the next moment, he realized that Song Weiyi was despising him.

This woman... still detests him?

"Hehe, hubby—" Seeing his sudden change of expression, Song Weiyi knew that he had spoken too quickly and said something that shouldn't be said.

"Okay, Song Weiyi, are you despising me?"

"No, no, how could I have that meaning? I just said it casually." Song Weiyi's eyeballs peeked left and right, but did not look at Pei Yibai's gaze.

"You go out first, my porridge is almost ready, I won't talk to you...uh..."

With a swipe, Song Weiyi's voice was blocked in his mouth. In front of him was an enlarged version of Pei Yibai's handsome face, with a generous and full forehead, a high nose bridge, and warm lips...

Song Weiyi was shy and anxious, but this was in the kitchen, and it was still in the kitchen of my uncle's house.

What if my uncle sees it after he comes out for a while?

But obviously Song Weiyi was thinking too much, Pei Chenyang came out of the room without going through the kitchen.

Pei Yibai hooked Song Weiyi's waist with his hand, deepening the kiss little by little, and the vague sound still reached Song Weiyi's ears.

"Let me check to see if you have bad breath."

Bah, rascal, she brushed her teeth long ago, so she doesn't mind him checking her.

It's just that it's too late to say anything now, Song Weiyi only feels that her feet are getting softer and weaker, and the thing pressing on her abdomen, through the thin fabric, emits a frightening temperature.

Qiao's face turned red, Song Weiwei pushed him but failed, but his legs went limp,

Pei Yibai chuckled a few times, let go of her waist, and hugged Song Weiyi.

She subconsciously wrapped her legs around Pei Yibai's waist, and the next moment, Song Weiyi realized that she was carried onto the platform.

The hard marble stuck to the skin, and Song Weiyi's whole body trembled, only then did he realize their situation at the moment, trembling with fright.

"Don't, don't be here, this is my uncle's house." Song Weiyi blushed and resisted.

After being reminded by her, Pei Yibai finally came to his senses, with a slight frown between his brows.

The discomfort on his body couldn't subside for a while, but he was unwilling to push Song Weiyi away.

"Don't move."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Weiwei sat down obediently, and the stainless steel spoon in his hand "clacked" and fell to the ground.

The provocative and sharp voice shattered the last rationality in Pei Yibai's mind. His rapid breathing hit Song Weiyi's neck, and she was directly hugged by him.

"Pfft, husband, what are you doing?"