Chapter 1425 Papaya Milk

This feeling was like someone had snatched away her beloved doll, and was kissing and rubbing it in front of her. It was too presumptuous!

Yin Ling'er quickly said, "Put the clothes there, and don't come here anymore."

So when Zhou Ping'an came back in the afternoon, he didn't see the nurse. What surprised him even more was that Yin Ling'er, who had never touched a finger before, was standing in the kitchen preparing dinner.

She was probably frying steak, but the fire was too big, and the oil splashed out. With a "hiss", she was scalded.

This was too much. Zhou Ping'an quickly stepped forward, grabbed her soft little hand and put it under cold water, "Why did you come to the kitchen? Does your hand hurt?"

"No." Yin Ling'er looked at him, pouting her little mouth, "I wanted to prepare dinner for you..."

Her voice was seven points sweet, and the last "ma" was deliberately prolonged, with a coquettish feeling of wanting to say something but not being able to. Zhou Ping'an felt numb in his waist and abdomen, and looked up at her.

Her eyes were also innocent and pitiful, with bright almond eyes but sad and resentful, like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which made people feel moved when they looked at her.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ping'an raised the corner of her lips. She was very abnormal tonight.

"Nothing..." Yin Ling'er stretched out her slender fingers and pinched the corner of his clothes, and said coquettishly, "Ping'an Ge Ge, I fired that nurse today. You won't blame me, right?"

Blame her?

She thought too much.

Not to mention that she didn't do anything wrong, even if she did something wrong, even if it was an unforgivable mistake, he would be softened by her coquettishness to him now.

"Why did you fire her? That nurse didn't do a good job?"

Yin Ling'er's eyes dodged, "Well, she didn't do a good job."

"Then I'll find another one tomorrow."

"No!" Yin Ling'er objected emotionally.

Zhou Ping'an stopped talking. He looked at her steadily, which meant---you'd better confess quickly.

"Oh, Ping'an Ge Ge, it's not that the nurse didn't do a good job, it's that she did too good. She...she went into your room, made your bed, and washed your clothes. She even...she didn't let go of the inner treasury!"

Zhou Ping'an raised his sword eyebrows and understood.

"Jealous?" he asked with a soft smile.

"No."

"Tell the truth."

"Yeah! Jealous!" Yin Ling'er also risked her life. She stared at Zhou Ping'an with her eyes wide open. "Ping'an Gege, I don't allow others to touch your things, especially your personal belongings. If you are defiled by them, I don't want you anymore. I am a germaphobe."

She was serious. What defilement? He, Zhou Ping'an, considered himself the cleanest man in the world, born for her.

Zhou Ping'an glanced at the balcony. His and her clothes were hanging on the balcony. They were obviously washed, but they were wrinkled and ugly.

"Did you wash the clothes?"

"Yes, Ping'an Gege, I can wash clothes too. I've thought about it carefully. You will be in charge of the kitchen in the future. After all, cooking is a technical skill. Even if I want to learn, I may not be able to do it well. But I will be responsible for the hygiene of the house in the future. This is our love nest. We cannot let any third party break in."

Especially for the mature and charming young woman, Yin Ling'er would feel sick as long as she thought of the woman with bulging breasts and perky butt swaying in front of Ping'an Gege.

Love nest...

Zhou Ping'an was very satisfied with these two words. In fact, it was the first time for him to hire a caregiver. Before, she was in school and he lived alone. He took care of his daily life, including washing clothes.

She has mysophobia, and he has even more mysophobia, okay?

Now that she is here, he has been a little busy recently, so he hired a caregiver. Maybe he didn't make it clear in advance. The caregiver he hired was only responsible for the hygiene outside and absolutely no entering the room.

Now that she took the initiative to say it and was jealous of it, Zhou Ping'an was very happy.

"Since you asked for it, let's do it. But I'll tell you in advance that cleaning is very hard work. Don't complain in the future."

"I will never complain. It's just that this is my first time doing housework. If I don't do it well, please be more tolerant, haha."

Zhou Ping'an rubbed her hair lovingly, "You will clean the room in the future. I will take time to clean the outside with you."

Yin Ling'er was about to shout "Long live" and she rushed over to hug Zhou Ping'an, "Ping'an Ge Ge, you are so good to me."

If he is not good to her, then who should he be good to?

You should love your own wife.

"Ling'er, I am so good to you, so shouldn't you give me something in return?"

What in return?

Yin Ling'er glanced at Zhou Ping'an shyly, only to see that Zhou Ping'an stared at her with a fiery gaze, and the meaning was self-evident.

Yin Ling'er hesitated for a moment, then stood on tiptoe and boldly kissed his thin lips.

Zhou Pingan stretched out his strong arm to hold her soft waist and turned around, then pushed her against the kitchen counter. He closed his eyes and pursed her cherry lips, tasting her sweetness gently and delicately like eating jelly.

Yin Ling'er liked kissing him very much, because every time he loved her as if he was holding his beloved baby, and she also wanted him to enjoy this kind of thing, so she endured her immaturity and stretched out her tongue to hook him.

"Hmm!" Yin Ling'er's whole body softened and she wanted to push him away.

But Zhou Ping'an refused to let go. She was already 19, and it was time for him to taste the sweetness. If he didn't take the initiative to ask for it, how long would he have to be a monk?

Yin Ling'er's delicate little face was dyed pink, as crystal clear as a shell. She held the big hand that was moving around, and hid everywhere in shame, "Don't... don't..."

She couldn't say it, she wanted him not to touch here, it was so embarrassing.

Zhou Pingan pressed her down and kissed her earlobe, "Start eating papaya milk tomorrow."

"What?"

"Let you be plumper here."

Yin Ling'er was stunned for a few seconds, then understood, he was saying that she was flat.

She looked at her chest, it was not big, it was incomparable to that young woman, but it was not small, she was quite satisfied with it.

"Why do you men like big breasts? What's good about that? Two pieces of meat, running and bouncing, affecting the beauty, it's so good to be like me!" Yin Ling'er praised herself fiercely.

Zhou Pingan looked at her innocent expression and wanted to pinch her, "Yes, yes, you are the best, I like you like this."

He said that he put her on his shoulder.

Her body was suspended in the air, Yin Ling'er was frightened and slapped his shoulder with her fists, "Ping'an Gege, what are you doing, put me down quickly."

"No."

Zhou Pingan carried her into his room and threw her into the soft big bed.

Yin Ling'er was terrified and stood up to run.

But her slender ankles were grabbed by the man, and he pulled her under him. She tried to break free, but with a "slap", he slapped her on the buttocks twice, "You dare to run away?"