A Wild and Hot Cutie novel Chapter 100

Alisa finally cooks the dumplings with Davis' hot eyes staring. A steaming dish of dumplings is brought to Davis.

Alisa puts her chopsticks in place with a smile on her face. "Have a taste. Do you like it?"

Davis hooks his lips, picks up chopsticks obediently, picks up a dumpling in the shape of a pig, and takes a bite.

Soup dumplings with leek and pork are very fragrant and smooth, just like her former taste. Soup will flow out when people take a bite.

It has to be said that this little woman plays a very important role in his heart and knows his appetites very well.

There are twelve dumplings in a dish, which are made into twelve Chinese zodiac animals. The shapes are perfect.

"Pour me wine!" Davis is just like a king, enjoying the serves of the maid who is worth one hundred million dollars for one night.

Alisa hesitates a little. When he drinks too much, he will be impulsive. When he is impulsive, he will lose control. The next thing is terrible.

"Would you like a drink?"

Davis glares at her. "Pour!"

Alisa doesn't want to make him angry, so she goes to the freezer and takes a bottle of Lafite. After opening the bottle, she pours him half a cup.

He eats up twelve dumplings soon.

Dumplings with red wine are delicious.

Alisa is not afraid. She makes a lot of dumplings. As soon as he finishes eating, she stands up immediately and says, "I'll cook again..." Davis reaches out and takes her hand. "I want to eat cake. You bake it for me!"

"Oh, cake, okay!"

Alisa would like him to come up with something new, not to mention cake, even bread and tea biscuits, she bakes them all for him. She is willing to spend a night cooking food, as long as his stomach can be satisfied. It's better to hold him up, and she'll be OK.

In this small kitchen, there are all kinds of materials, as if they are specially prepared for her.

She cuts butter and flours, beats eggs, ferments, molds again

"Write happy birthday..."

Davis is standing at the kitchen door. He reaches for Alisa's red wine on the counter and begins to pour it into his mouth.

"Happy birthday? OK, just a few more words..."

Alisa uses her chopsticks to write happy birthday words on the cake. Then she stuffs the tray into the microwave oven and sets the time to start the fire.

Fifteen minutes later, a six inch box of cake flavored with dates and milk is entrusted to Davis by Alisa.

However, the two words "Happy Birthday" are baked askew, very funny.

"Hey hey, it's not good-looking, but it must taste good. Let's try..."

Alisa is about to cut the cake when Davis reaches for her and pulls her straight into his arms.

Alisa finds out that he has drunk more than half of that big bottle of Lafite.

The breath of wine gushes from his mouth, and he hugs her very domineering.

She has already known that he would not let her go. Unexpectedly, he comes so suddenly.

Alisa makes a struggle, and Davis suddenly shouts, "Don't move! If you don't want me to fuck you, don't move..."

Alisa feels that his hard penis has reached her abdomen.

Her little face suddenly flushes, but she still can't escape the disaster.

Alisa feels lost and panics.

However, she does not dare to move. Davis is allowed to hold her like this for a long time. He just releases his solid arm.

"Sing me a song!"

"Sing a song? What songs do you like to listen to? "As long as he doesn't touch her, lets her do anything.

Davis closes his long and narrow eyes and rubs his eyebrows. "Sing just a birthday song."

"Well, this is the simplest!"

Alisa smiles and begins to sing, "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

Sweet voice, into a happy melody, is flying in the room.

In Alisa's voice, Davis falls asleep.

When Alisa finishes singing, she walks over carefully to have a look. Davis sleeps well.

This demon, unexpectedly tosses her a long night, Alisa looks up at the clock on the wall. It is more than one o'clock in the morning.

She takes a blanket from the room, helps him take off his shoes, reaches out to take off the bottle in his hand, and then covers the blanket for him.

After all this, Alisa is tired out.

During the day, she takes wedding dresses everywhere, twists her feet, and is tossed by Davis at night. Now, she yawns, doesn't even bother to change her clothes, and falls asleep on the sofa.

Shortly after Alisa falls asleep, Davis sits up.

Facing the happy birthday words on the cake, he hesitates for a while, picks up his fork and starts to eat the cake.

The cake makes by this woman is delicious. He has been greedy for a long time. If he doesn't eat it, he will not sleep well.

After eating the cake, he leans over to help her take off her shoes, takes off her seeds, looks at her swollen feet, and is very distressed. He finds hot water to help her apply for a while, and begins to massage.

Alisa, you big fool, what's the good about you with that Sam? He nearly kills you.

In her sleep, Alisa is wrapped in a comfortable feeling, with a slight smile on her small face.

Davis leans over her lips and kisses them gently, sticking out the tip of his tongue and stirring it in her little mouth.

Afraid of waking her up, he quickly steps back and bends over to carry her into the master bedroom.

Covers the quilt, turns off the light again, he reluctantly walks out.