"Can you eat first?" Shen Qingzhuo lowered his eyes, his hot breath falling 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 a little itchy by his annoyance. He smiled and said stop it. He struggled to climb out of the young man's arms, but was pulled back.

The clock shook and made a ticking sound. The hour and minute hands overlapped at a certain moment and pointed to zero.

The midnight bell rang.

"Click."

Jiang Li'an turned on the lighter unfamiliarly and lit the candle. The firelight illuminated the eyebrows of the two people. She frowned and said, "Shen Qingzhuo, happy birthday, please make a wish."

Shen Qingzhuo sat opposite her, stared at her intently, closed his eyes in the doubtful eyes of the other party, opened them three seconds later, and blew out the candles.

"Although you have so many gifts, your best birthday gift this year must be me." Jiang Li'an held his chin, looked at his eyebrows with his eyes closed and made a wish, and murmured in a low voice.

The candlelight was dancing, and there were still two or three candles burning, but Shen Qingzhao didn't care anymore. He supported the table with one hand and slowly leaned closer to her. The atmosphere was hazy and ambiguous.

His breath amplified in the darkness, it was aggressive and alluring, with a faint smell of alcohol.

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

"Then can I open the gift?"

She subconsciously tensed her body, curled her fingers, and the tips of her ears felt hot. She hid, neither agreeing nor refusing.

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

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

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent." Shen Qingzhuo said, but without giving her any more time to reply, he took advantage of the wine and directly pressed the back of her neck and kissed her.

After a simple touch, he was not satisfied with this. He pinched her chin forcefully, forcing her to raise her head, not letting go of every inch of her breath, which was strong and hot.

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

I have rehearsed this scene in my mind countless times, playing it on a loop like a video tape, no matter how many times I never get tired of it.

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

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

"No rush." ​​Shen Qing rubbed the side of her face with his fingertips, his eyes full of love. Because he had single eyelids, he was even more fierce, "Eat something else first."

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

His breath lingered on the tip of the nose, the smell of wine mixed with the coolness of mint, which was tempting.

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 confusion.

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

He made a sudden move, picked her up by the waist, and stumbled into the room.

Jiang Li'an was actually a little scared, but it was contradictory because he was completely dependent and trusted.

At this time, there was a banging knock on the door.

It was a meal for both of them.

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

Jiang Li'an whimpered, blushed and buried himself in the quilt.
Chapter completed!