After hearing this, Tao Wanru almost had her cheeks twitching. She really doubted whether this person was schizophrenia, and what she faced with her was the other side of the schizophrenia - in her previous impression, was he such a narcissistic and slick-mouthed person?

Seeing her look of contempt and a smile full of uncontrollably, Lu Junhao felt itchy in his heart as if a feather was passing by, and he couldn't help but put his handsome face over.

She instinctively wanted to hide, blushing her face, "It's time to eat, the food is about to be cold."

He didn't listen and insisted on kissing him.

The first kiss fell on her cheek, and when she saw her dodging for a moment, he calmed down. He tentatively moved down slowly, found her lips and printed them gently.

Tao Wanru was not inexperienced in kissing, but she was so nervous that she didn't know how to respond. She grabbed the shirt on his chest with one hand and clamped the expensive fabric into a ball. Her curly eyelashes trembled violently, as if she was nervous, but she seemed to be unable to bear more.

Lu Junhao knew her thoughts, and he was not in a hurry, just bit and sucking slowly. As an older novice, he was still learning slowly, but seeing the tense body in his arms slowly relaxing and softening, the smile on the corner of his mouth softened and softened, and his movements became more and more gentle.

Finally, she responded awkwardly and shyly, slowly relaxing her hand holding his shirt, then slid down and placed it loosely on his waist.

Since the relationship was confirmed, the two have not been together for much time, but their relationship is developing steadily. It seems that because of separation, they have brought them closer, so all this happens so naturally, without any abruptness or hasty.

They lasted for a long time until Tao Wanru's breathing unsteadily, and Lu Junhao restrained himself and let her go.

But she didn't know how to face him. Her cheeks were red, she leaned against his chest, lowered her eyelashes, and one hand was holding the fabric around his waist, as if she was reluctant to let go.

Lu Junhao looked at her and wanted to make a few jokes, but was afraid that she would become more and more embarrassed, so he gave up with a smile, hugged her and gently stroked her back, and asked low and heavy: "Do you miss me these days?"

Her heart skipped a beat and her face became more and more buried in his arms.

The smell on his body was very special, without the smell of men's sweat, nor the smell of tobacco, nor the smell of cologne - how to describe that smell, just like it emits from his bones, like his people, full of masculinity, with the smell of temptation of the heart.

She didn't say anything, Lu Junhao smiled slightly, "I am thinking of you. Wanru, every moment I parted, I miss you. So I worked hard, compressed my itinerary, and rushed back to see you."

Her heart was pounding, but she didn't doubt the man's words at all. In fact, she missed him too. The longing was beyond her imagination. She couldn't believe that she had been addicted to this relationship so quickly.

Thinking of everything he did for himself and these heart-warming sweet words, she finally looked up at him, and the light in her eyes was filled with joy and shyness, "I... miss you too."

His body shook, his eyes shining even more. He lowered his head to look for her sight, "Wanru, are you telling it seriously? Say it again."

"Forget it if you didn't hear it...just eat." She got up and was about to leave.

"Wanru," he got up and went to pull, begging like a child, "Say it again."
Chapter completed!