Ye Xiao was startled, hurriedly dropped the spatula, and held onto him.
As soon as her hands touched his arms, she was suddenly pulled into his embrace.
Ye Xiao's breathing hitched sharply, her body tensed, and her peach blossom eyes blankly stared at the broad chest in front of her.
"As soon as I saw you at the airport, I wanted to hug you," Ying Jingyao tightened his arms, his prominent nose gently brushing Ye Xiao's fragrant hair, his rich voice slightly hoarse.
Ye Xiao's eyes swept over complexity, she whispered, "You just scared me."
He was right in front of the gas stove, and if
"Ying Jingyao, why are you acting like a spoiled child?" Ye Xiao pushed him, "No, you're even more spoiled than a child; Hanhan and Xixi wouldn't do this."
Ying Jingyao chuckled lowly in her hair, "If I didn't do this, how could I hug you?"
"So you're willing to risk your life?" Ye Xiao was a bit angry and struggled fiercely.
