Yin Buqi held Jiang Niannian on his lap, supporting the back of her head with one hand and her waist with the other. His blood-red eyes were filled with desire, like a tempting demon appearing from purgatory, or like a snake spitting out its core, slowly wrapping around her with absolute control.
"Nian Nian is drunk."
But Jiang Niannian was so dizzy that she didn't realize she was the sheep in the tiger's mouth. She patted his face and said with a smile, "Who are you? You look, hiccup~very good-looking."
Jiang Niannian hit her head against his chest. She looked silly, with a blush on her face. She was obedient and harmless, making people want to bully her and make her cry.
"Am I prettier, or is Yin Buqi prettier?"
He knew she was drunk, but he still wanted to tease her.
Jiang Niannian stared at him blankly for a while, then slowly looked away, and said in an unusually firm voice: "No matter how pretty you are, you are not as pretty as my Buqi. My Buqi is the prettiest! Hiccup~"
After saying that, she stole a few glances at him, but didn't dare to look at him openly.
"Who do you like better then?"
"Yin Buqi."
Seeing her silly look, Yin Buqi's eyes darkened and he kissed her lips gently, not letting go until Jiang Niannian was out of breath.
"You, are you seducing me?"
"Yeah." Yin Buqi curled his lips and asked, "Then between me and Yin Buqi, who do you want to marry?"
Jiang Niannian listened, thought for a moment, poked Yin Buqi's chest with her finger, and said, "You."
The man's eyes darkened, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes, "Why not Yin Buqi? Don't you think he is the best looking? Don't you like him the most?"
"Burp~" Jiang Niannian burped again, dancing in his arms and saying: "Buqi, he is my son... Son, do you understand? My son! He is my son!"
Yin Buqi's grip on Jiang Niannian's shoulders suddenly tightened, and he seemed to laugh out of anger: "Son?"
"You, you pinched me and it hurt!" Jiang Niannian struggled, but couldn't break free. Her head rested on his chest, looking listless.
A gust of wind blew, blowing the hair by her ears. The moon shone in the yard and sprinkled on the two of them.
On the ground, the shadows of the two people overlapped. From this perspective, the two people seemed to be...
Yin Buqi reached out his hand, lifted the hair by Jiang Niannian's ears and put it behind her head, and whispered in her ear: "What if Yin Buqi doesn't want to be your son, but wants to be your husband?"
Jiang Niannian didn't answer.
"Niannian." Yin Buqi's ruddy lips slowly spoke, as if it was just a casual question, but it carried a breath of deadly desire: "Instead of looking for another man, Niannian, don't you want to taste what it's like to be raised by me?"
"Hmm?" The voice was a little low, and the narrow eyes were filled with strong desire.
Still no response.
Yin Buqi looked down and saw Jiang Niannian hugging his waist, sleeping soundly.
Yin Buqi was startled, then smiled helplessly and said, "Niannian, what should I do..."
He sighed, and gently licked and kissed Jiang Niannian's lips. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a crack in the door, and a small black ball was peeking out from the door.
When the little black ball saw him looking at him, he covered his eyes with his two little paws, slightly opened his fingertips, and looked through the gaps between his fingers.