The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   "Can I eat first?" Shen Qingzhuo lowered her eyes, her breath falling on the back of her neck, "A little... can't wait."

"Can't!"

   He didn't speak any more, he kissed her once and for all, Jiang Li'an was a little itchy because of his trouble, smiled and said stop making trouble, struggling to climb out of the boy's arms, but was pulled back.

  The clock shook and made a ticking sound, and the hour hand and the minute hand overlapped at a certain moment, pointing to zero.

   The midnight bell rang.

   "Click."

  Jiang Li'an turned on the lighter and lit the candle rusty. The firelight illuminated the eyebrows of the two of them. Her eyebrows were curved, "Shen Qingzhuo, happy birthday, make a wish."

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

   "Although you have so many gifts, your best birthday present this year must be me." Jiang Li'an held his chin, looked at his eyes closed and wished, and whispered.

  The candlelight jumped, and there were still two or three candles lit, but Shen Qingzhuo ignored it, propped up the table with one hand, and slowly leaned towards her, the atmosphere was hazy and ambiguous.

   His breath was amplified in the dimness, aggressive and seductive, with a faint smell of wine.

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

   "Then can I open the presents?"

   She tensed her body subconsciously, her fingers curled up, and the tips of her ears were hot, so she ducked, neither agreeing nor refusing.

  Some things are foreshadowed in advance, such as the noisy and ambiguous atmosphere now, and the crackling sound of the firelight, like a bubbling orange soda 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 say anything, I'll take it as your agreement." Shen Qingzhuo said, but didn't give her any time to reply. Using the strength of the wine, he directly pressed the back of her neck and kissed her.

   After a simple touch, he was not satisfied with this, he squeezed her chin so hard that she was forced to raise her head, not letting go of every inch of her breath, strong and hot.

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

   This scene has been rehearsed in my mind countless times, like a video tape, and I never get tired of it.

  Shen Qingzhuo's fingertips holding her face trembled for a moment. Beneath the toughness was another cherished tenderness.

   "The cake, the cake hasn't been eaten yet..."

   "Not in a hurry." Shen Qingzhuo rubbed her side face with her fingertips, her eyes were filled with love, and because she had single eyelids, it was even more severe, "Eat other things first."

   He continued, kneeling on one knee and half on the chair, trapping her between the back of the chair and in front of him, unable to escape, the slender fingers who were used to playing musical instruments were also very flexible in this kind of thing.

   The tip of his nose lingered in his breath, and the wine smell mixed with mint coolness, deceiving people.

  The boy's breathing was messy and heavy, and he pushed her onto the table. The candlelight reflected the girl's watery peach blossom eyes, and he looked at him mistily.

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

   He moved for a while, 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 is a bang bang bang outside the door.

   Both of them had a meal.

  Shen Qingzhuo didn't want to pay attention at first, but the knock on the door got louder and louder, and he persevered.

   Jiang Li'an hummed, blushing and buried himself in the quilt.

  Shen Qingzhuo: "..."