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

  The frosted bathroom is vaguely reflected in two silhouettes.

  The mirror is getting blurry.

   Behind her is a young and thin body, who commanded her condescendingly, squinted at the picture in the mirror, and smiled in her ear: "How beautiful."

The voice fell on her ear, which was enough to make people blush and heartbeat. She couldn't hold it at all, she was relying on him. Shen Qingzhuo liked her appearance very much. The indifferent voice was stained with what it should not have, without any scruples, the sense of contrast and taboo made Jiang Li'an unbearable.

   He asked her to say a lot, and some excessive words, which were absurd, Jiang Li'an couldn't remember clearly.

   In a trance, the person's scalp was numb when burned.

   His voice was low and hoarse: "Li Bao looks like she is pregnant with a baby."

   The condescending body, the posture of complete control, all her trembling and crying, and every expression she showed, all existed because of him, and only he could make her like this.

   She is his.

When the    ended, it was about three or four o'clock in the morning, and the sky outside was still a little gray and dim, and no light could be seen.

  Jiang Li'an was held by him on the bed, exhausted, he didn't even bother to move a finger, he rolled up the quilt automatically, habitually leaned against him to sleep, and rubbed his cheek against the boy's collarbone.

  Shen Qingzhuo pushed her messy hair aside, her tone was low, and her aggressiveness also brought out a hint of softness: "Good night."

Jiang Li'an lay in his arms and slept, not too hot and stupefied. He woke up once at around four in the morning and saw the young man leaning on the head of the bed, with one knee bent, his cold white wrist resting at will. On his knees, with a cigarette between his fingers, in the dim bedroom, a little scarlet flickered on and off.

  The smoke obscured his face, and the smell on his body still lingered on, which turned into deadly sexy.

   was a bit choked, she was stunned for a few seconds, leaned over and hugged Shen Qingzhuo's waist, looking up at him: "Is it good to smoke?"

  Shen Qingzhuo looked at her, paused for a moment, avoided Jiang Li'an with his cigarette hand, so as not to touch her, his voice was like whiskey with ice, and it sounded in the quiet bedroom in the early morning: "Why are you awake?"

"I was woken up by you." Jiang Li'an cried a lot, and his voice was a little lost at first, but now it's not much better, rustling, slapped backwards, looked at the boy's stern and deep eyebrows, raised his head and kissed him on the chin, that's all Snuggling lazily in his arms, he reached out to grab his cigarette, "Give me a puff too."

   "No." Shen Qingzhuo said in a deep voice, rejecting her without hesitation, holding her restless head, "Be obedient."

Jiang Li'an could even feel the vibration when he spoke, and pouted his lips unhappily. Perhaps at this time, his body and heart belonged to each other completely, and he was more squeamish and sticky than before: "Why, only state officials are allowed to set fire to it. People lighting the lights? You can't be so domineering, brother."

  Shen Qing hummed, disagreeing with anything, and said lightly, "I'm just so domineering."

Jiang Li'an glared at him angrily, she didn't care, she reached out and grabbed it. The soft dark gray quilt slipped from her shoulders due to her movements. She was wearing only Shen Qingzhuo's shirt all over her body. The collarbone and shoulders and neck are clearly exposed.

   She was all wet, her long hair was scattered behind her, and a few strands of hair were stuck to the back of her neck. Her eyes were red from crying for too long.

  Shen Qingzhuo had a panoramic view of all this, calmly, the bottom of his eyes darkened a little, but the person involved did not know about it, and puffed up his cheeks angrily.