Before she could respond, he swept her off her feet—literally—and lifted her onto the kitchen counter in one swift motion.
"Wha—! Yiming!" she squeaked, flustered, her cheeks lighting up with a pink hue. "S-Shouldn't we eat first?!"
He laughed, eyes gleaming as he stepped between her legs. "Oh, I am going to eat."
He licked his lips playfully, then dropped to his knees and leaned in close, burying his face into the soft skin of her thigh.
Su Meilin squealed and giggled, squirming just a little. "P-Pervert!"
Zhao Yiming only grinned wider. "You love it."
Su Meilin giggled, "Well I do love whatever you do."
Zhao Yiming grinned wickedly as he buried his face against the soft inside of Su Meilin's thigh, his breath hot against her skin as he sniffed her pussy.
She twitched, letting out a nervous laugh as her fingers curled against the edge of the counter. "Y-Yiming… seriously… we are still in the middle of cooking!"
