Bo Yan also sprinkled flour, and the two of them were hiding while sprinkling, making the whole kitchen white. Bo Yan was quick-eyed and quick-handed. When Xia Siyu wanted to turn around to grab the flour, she went up and surrounded her and pressed her to the table.

Xia Siyu and Bo Yan's faces were completely white. They could play the role of black and white impermanence without makeup, and the effect was amazing.

Xia Siyu was panting, coughing and laughing while preparing to escape: "Let me go back and make dumplings, be good."

Bo Yan wouldn't let her run away. This guy was slippery like a swimming fish. If he let go of her hand, he would probably have another handful of white noodles with his back hand: "If you want to go, go together. You can cook together."

After he finished speaking, he put the bag of flour a little farther away. His hands were long and he ensured that the position he placed was in was extremely limited and someone could not get it.

Xia Siyu looked at Bo Yan and laughed: "Hahaha, you're so ugly! I should take a photo for your fans to see what you look like now."

Bo Yan's face was covered with dust by her, her whole face turned pale, and it was dark and shallow, and she looked so ugly.

Bo Yan also retorted: "What do you think your face is now? If you choose sketches in the future, you will choose someone like you!"

Xia Siyu immediately turned her eyes: "I'm acting in a sketch? What kind of sketch I'm acting in?"

Bo Yan quickly continued: "Of course it's like Zhu Bajie carrying a beautiful wife."

Xia Siyu snorted: "This is almost the same."

The two of them slowly slowed down a little. Although Xia Siyu's face was white and gray, her eyes were still turning. Knowing that it was useless to pretend to be pitiful, she simply reached out to put her arms around his neck and said with a smile: "I don't want it, I want to eat what my husband made."

Bo Yan also put his hand on her waist, not letting her run away, nor giving her a chance to cause trouble: "Let's go together."

Xia Siyu smiled and came up to peck on his lips. His lips, which were originally stained with white face, suddenly became rosy by her kiss. Xia Siyu's voice deliberately softened: "Husband, go."

Bo Yan's fingers gently smeared between his lips, and the color of his lips became brighter: "This is not OK."

Xia Siyu actually knew what this guy wanted, so she pretended not to know. She tilted her head and smiled with a cunning look: "What do you think?"

Of course, Bo Yan knew that this guy pretended not to understand. But it didn't matter. She could not pretend not to understand, just let him understand. Bo Yan leaned forward and kissed deeply. When he parted, his voice was a little hoarse: "This...is almost the same."

Bo Yan has taken action, how could Xia Siyu be beaten passively! She hurried forward and reached out and gently glanced over the temples in his ear. Her voice was particularly charming: "Is this enough?"

Bo Yan's pupils suddenly darkened, and he hugged her on the cooking table again, ensuring that she sat on the side of the table: "Then I...start?"

Xia Siyu looked at him and thought that she must have brought eighteen layers of filters. Why do you still see Bo Yan’s handsomeness on such a white and gray face?

When Bo Yan was lingering on her neck and collarbone, she thought, it was over, I was afraid that I had drunk fake wine, and I actually felt that the spirals on Bo Yan's head were so legitimate and so beautiful.

Just as her hand was about to climb onto the top of his skull...
Chapter completed!