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Chapter 78

Touch

Rong Zhou is not picky about his usual dietary requirements. Simply put, it is very easy to raise. This is not a secret in the Rong family, and it is also a semi-public fact that everyone agrees with.

However, in the past few months, when it is time to eat before meals, the housekeeper will ask Song Ranran what she wants to eat, and then the kitchen will most likely prepare some dishes she prefers.

Because Song Ranran liked, Rong Zhou also ate hot pot several times at home.

However, compared to her preference for spicy pots, most of the dishes that Rong Zhou picked up were from the clear soup, which looked lighter.

It's too spicy and can be accepted by Rong Zhou, but it's not liked.

Now that he went downstairs, he saw the steaming hot pot on the dining table, and there was nothing to be surprised.

With his footsteps slightly raised, the chair opposite Song Ranran was slowly pulled open, Rong Zhou's movement of sitting down was very light, making almost no sound.

Song Ranran looked up and saw that he was coming, his eyes were slightly brighter, so he no longer hesitated slowly.

At this moment, the soup base in the pot was boiling, and the fragrance rushed toward the nose. Song Ranran was unconsciously a little greedy when she smelled it. The tip of her cherry red tongue poked out and licked her lips.

The fat beef rolls placed in a porcelain plate were poured into the pot, and soon they became cooked and floated on the soup. Song Ranran couldn't wait to pick up a chopstick. The tender beef was soaked with full red spicy sauce. Then, it rolled in the bowl and was stained with the prepared sauce. When it was eaten into her mouth, it was fresh and spicy, which stimulated the taste buds to continue to secrete. She couldn't help but squint her eyes, her expression was a little satisfied.

I couldn't stop eating it, and I took a bite of meat. The butler couldn't help but sigh that the little girl had a good appetite and it looked delicious.

Rong Zhou, opposite, formed a sharp contrast. Most of the vegetables appearing in his bowl were vegetables on the bottom of the soup pot, with green colors.

But the taste was quite spicy. Soon, Song Ranran had a little hot food, her cheeks were white and red, and a thin layer of crystal beads of sweat were covered with thin layers of sweat on her forehead.

It felt a little hot, so she put down her chopsticks, took off the thin coat she was wearing, and put it on the back of the chair casually.

Because she was at home, Song Ranran had already changed out of school uniform and took off her coat. She had a suit of the same color, short-sleeved and medium-sized pants, and the pink and white color combination was full of vitality.

Through the thin mist, the girl used a hairpin to pick up all the broken hair in her ears because of her concentration in her meal, revealing her fair and delicate face. Without the barrier of her coat, she reached out to pick up the food and exposed her white and slender arms, and under her loose shorts, she had straight and smooth calves.

Under the bright light, Song Ranran's skin is like white petals, and can be broken.

It is not difficult to imagine how good it would feel if it touched.

Originally, this dress was nothing, but in Song Ranran's opinion, she didn't show anything. During the meal time, she was full of the ingredients cooked in the hot pot in front of her.

Even if he was unintentionally offended, Rong Zhou occasionally looked up and his eyes fell on her fair arms, and the speed of eating vegetables on his hands became much slower.

The young man's pupils were as black as paint, and his body automatically recalled the unintentional touch that long ago, as if he had a memory.

The other finger placed under the table rubbed it a little bit uncontrollable.

The feeling of skin contact is a great stimulation for Rong Zhou.

It's not a good feeling or a trembling feeling.

But a subconscious thought emerged in his mind.

He wanted her to touch her again.

Even holding hands with the last time is good.

...

Rong Zhou: Want to be touched.

Song Ranran: There is such a good thing? Say it earlier
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