Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

"Can I eat first?" Shen Qingzhuo lowered her eyes, and the hot breath fell on the back of her neck, "I'm a little...can't wait."

"Can't!"

He didn't speak anymore, and kissed her again and again, Jiang Li'an was tickled by his quarrel, smiled and said stop making trouble, struggled to crawl out of the boy's arms, but was pulled back.

The clock shakes and makes a ticking sound, and the hour and minute hands overlap at a certain moment, pointing to zero.

The bell rang in the middle of the night.

"Click."

Jiang Li'an flicked on the lighter and lit the candle, the light of the fire illuminated the eyebrows of the two of them, her eyebrows were curved, "Shen Qingzhuo, happy birthday, let's make a wish."

Shen Qingzhuo sat across from her, stared at her deeply, closed his eyes in the doubtful eyes of the other party, opened them three seconds later, and blew out the candle directly.

"Although you have so many presents, your best birthday present this year must be me." Jiang Li'an rested his chin, looked at his closed eyes and made a wish, and muttered in a low voice.

The candlelight flickered, and there were still two or three candles lit, but Shen Qingzhuo didn't care anymore, propped the table with one hand, and slowly leaned closer to her, the atmosphere was hazy and ambiguous.

His aura magnified in the dimness, aggressive and seductive, with a faint smell of alcohol.

Jiang Li'an heard him whisper in her ear with a low hoarse voice.

"Then can I open the present?"

Subconsciously, she tensed her body, curled her fingers, and the tips of her ears were hot. She hid away without agreeing or refusing.

Some things were foreshadowed in advance, such as the noisy and ambiguous atmosphere now, and the crackling sound of the fire, like orange soda bubbling in summer, overflowing, covering the sound of the heartbeat.

Jiang Li'an was vaguely aware of what happened next, lowered his eyelashes, and trembled wildly.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as if you agreed." Shen Qingzhuo said, but didn't give her any time to reply. With the help of alcohol, she directly pressed the back of her neck and kissed her.

After a simple touch, he was not satisfied with that, he grabbed her chin forcefully, forcing her to raise her head, not letting go of every inch of her breath, strong and fiery.

Jiang Li'an kissed him with his eyes closed. In the dim living room, the candlelight danced and flickered, and they were inseparable.

This scene has been previewed countless times in my mind, and it is played in a loop like a video tape, no matter how many times I don't get tired of it.

Shen Qingzhuo's fingertips holding her face trembled for a moment, under the toughness was another kind of tenderness that was cherished.

"Cake, cake, haven't eaten yet..."

"No hurry." Shen Qingzhuo rubbed her side face with her fingertips, her eyes were full of love, and because she had single eyelids, she was even more fierce, "Eat other things first."

He continued, half-kneeling on the chair with one knee, trapping her between the back of the chair and in front of him, there was no escape, and the slender fingers who were used to playing musical instruments were also extremely flexible in this kind of thing.

His breath lingered at the tip of his nose, the smell of wine mixed with cool mint, bewitching.

The boy's breathing was messy and heavy, and he pushed her onto the table. The candlelight reflected the girl's watery peach eyes, looking at him in a daze.

"Don't stay here." Jiang Li'an said in a very soft voice, "Go to the bedroom."

He paused, picked her up by the waist, and stumbled into the room.

Jiang Li'an was actually a little scared, but the contradiction stemmed from complete dependence and trust.

This is, there was a knock on the door.

Both are a meal.

Shen Qingzhuo didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but the knock on the door became louder and louder, and she persisted.

Jiang Li'an groaned, blushing and buried herself in the quilt.

Shen Qingzhuo: "..."