[BL]Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle(Rebirth) [MTL]

Chapter 63

More than ten minutes later, the waiter knocked on the door cautiously: "The pho is ready, will I bring it in for you?"

He was afraid to see what he shouldn't see again.

Li Rong glanced at Cen Wei, bent his knees and tried to withdraw his leg, but Cen Wei grabbed his ankle.

With his warm palm clasped on his cool ankle, Li Rong felt a tinge of numbness instantly appear on his skin.

It's been too long since he made out with Cen Wei, and he just experienced such a fierce kiss again.

One of the bad things about men is that the body's reaction is too honest and can't be hidden at all.

He tried his best to think about some sad things, and finally suppressed the thought of making fire. He believed that Cen Wei was not much better than him.

Li Rong paused, glanced at Cen Wei's lower abdomen, pursed his lips and smiled, "What?"

He knew that Cen Wei didn't really want to do anything, they were still in the restaurant, and their reason was still there.

In fact, he was able to pull his leg back with all his strength, but... Cen Wei's palm was really warm, and he wanted to let himself pull it out for a while.

The waiter heard no movement inside, so he knocked on the door again: "Did you hear that, the pho is ready."

Cen Wei's eyes were dark, and he kneaded ambiguously on Li Rong's ankle, and then he let go slowly, not forgetting to put down his trouser legs.

Li Rong hunched his back, pulled up his trousers, then held his knees, sat upright, and rushed to the door with a loud voice: "Come in."

The waiter pushed the door and came in, put down the two servings of pho, and couldn't help but sneak a glance at the two of them.

The two were neatly dressed, and although they were sitting on one side, there was a considerable distance between them, and they didn't seem to be doing anything.

Li Rong turned a blind eye to the waiter's gossip, and said calmly, "I want soup noodles, and he wants to fry them."

Cen Wei's taste is a little heavier than his.

When the waiter pushed the hor fun in front of them and left politely, Li Rong reached out, picked up the shrunken spring roll, dipped it in the dipping sauce, and fed it to his mouth.

The spring rolls have been sitting for a while, and the corners have hardened. In fact, they should be softened with some water before eating, but Li Rong didn't care about this.

He put it in his mouth and bit through the spring roll skin. The smell of shrimp and mint leaves filled his mouth, not greasy at all, but he felt full after eating it.

Li Rong lowered his head, licked the sauce on his lips contentedly, and said softly, "It's delicious."

The supper that Cen Wei specially brought him back was delicious.

But this sentence, he has the opportunity to tell Cen Wei now.

Cen Wei looked at the plate of spring rolls on the table, and gave Li Rong a meaningful look: "I thought you wrapped it for me."

Li Rong was not stingy, and skillfully wrapped a bag for Cen Wei and fed it directly into Cen Wei's mouth.

Cen Wei squeezed his wrist, swallowed the spring rolls, and couldn't help frowning: "It's alright."

He doesn't like to eat very much, and it is still too bland for him.

Compared to the spring rolls full of lettuce, the fried rice noodles that Li Rong asked him was indeed more in line with his wishes.