I Love You At The Right Time

Mr. Wen’s mouth is tricky. This meal at night must not be perfunctory.

Claudia finds a rubber band to tie her hair in a ponytail. Firstly, she takes out the big bones and prepares to make soup.

Wen walks around in the living room, in the bedroom and then in the study.

Then he goes to the kitchen looking for Claudia with a face of displeasure.

“Where is my cup?”

Claudia is busy washing vegetables and casually says, “What cup? Do you want to drink water? There are cups in the living room, you can take any one.”

Wen tries his best to control his anger, but he can not help to give a cold snort and turns to leave.

“…”

Claudia sighs, wondering what happened to this difficult man.

Follows him out, she sees him sitting on the sofa with a face as cold as ice.

She goes back to the kitchen to wash her cup, pours water, takes it out and puts on the tea table for him.

“I accidentally broke yours and didn’t have time to buy a new one. Can you use mine for the moment?”

Mr. Wen gives her a glance and refuses with great backbone.

He is really strange. In her small apartment, he has his own share of everything.

Slippers, towels, cups.

And he’s very stubborn, he only uses his own one.

On one occasion, the two of them had a great quarrel. Claudia threw away his slippers and towels out of anger.

After they made up, Wen took her to bed to have sex for three whole days and did not let her out of bed because of this.

It was not over even when she got dizzy and her limbs were weak.

With the lesson of the last time, Claudia learns to be careful this time. “It was really an accident. I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow, or now?”

With a cold sniff, Wen leans over, takes her cup and takes a sip of it intolerably.

The problem is kind of solved.

Claudia shakes her head and smiles. “Well, be good. I’ll continue cooking and you can watch TV by yourself.” she hands the remote control to Mr. Wen as she says.

Wen takes the remote control with his eyes lightly lifting. His charm is boundless.

Claudia looks at him stunned and almost bites her tongue.

She secretly scolds the evil spirit and goes back to the kitchen.

There are four dishes and one soup for dinner. The soup is cooked for more than an hour. It is not well－cooked enough, but it is pretty good.

Claudia watches Wen drink a bowl of rich and warm soup up and asks smilingly： “Is it delicious?”

Wen replies with an expressionless face： “Not bad.”

Claudia nods and serves him food. “Try this.”

Mr. Wen never lifts a finger to help around the house. After the meal, he stands up and goes to the living room directly and continues watching TV.

He is not expected to wash the dishes, but Claudia is still not very happy that he doesn’t even help take them to the kitchen.

Wait and see, she thinks, she must help him fix this problem.

She pours water in the sink, puts on plastic gloves. Just after she washes the chopsticks, she hears footsteps behind her.

Strong arms encircle her slender waist, and his chin rests on her shoulder.

She smiles and turns around to say, “What are you doing?”

There are many kinds of amorous feelings in this shy and smiling look.

Wen is turned on at once and rubs against her.

Claudia catches on that Mr. Wen is aroused in seconds, she evades him and coaxes him： “Let me wash the dishes first.”

Wen doesn’t care. He picks her up to sit on the cooking table.

He stands in front of her, holds her waist with both hands and kisses her.

Soon she is knocked out by his superb kissing skills. He takes the opportunity to capture her at one stroke and gains ground.

She holds his shoulders in her delicate arms, with her head leaning against his neck. Hearing she helplessly whispering in his ear makes his blood boiling.

After the sex, Claudia’s whole body is already soft like a pool of water. When she is carried off the cooking table, her legs are trembling.

“You wash the dishes.” She pinches his ear with anger.

Wen snorts and takes her to the bedroom. “You can wash it tomorrow morning.”

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Claudia thinks severely in her head, but is pressed on the bed by him to start a new round.

The morning sun shines through the curtains and pours into the room.

The dubious atmosphere from last night is left over in the air, which is integrated with the golden sunlight.

The man sits on the bedside, gazes at the sleeping woman on the bed.