Huo Yan Qingxin leaned on the back of the chair, unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt with his slender fingers, rolled up the sleeves twice and pushed them casually to his elbows, revealing his tight and strong forearms. Then he put his hands on the edge of the table with a smile. Looking at Shu Xin, "Do you have a birthday present?"
Shu Xin smiled, "Yes."
"Yeah." Huo Yanqing picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
Shu Xin quit, folding her hands and supporting her chin, frowning and looking at Huo Yanqing, "Why don't you ask me what gift I want?"
"Why should I ask?"
"Aren't you curious?"
"Aren't you going to give it to me later?"
Shu Xin, "..." really has no sentiment at all.
After the two finished eating, Shu Xin stood up and prepared to clear the table. Huo Yanqing said, "Stop cleaning it. I'll ask the secretary to come and clean it later. Give me a gift first."
Shu Xin ignored it and said while clearing the dishes: "Aren't you curious? Why are you so anxious now?"
Huo Yanqing knew that Shu Xin did it on purpose. He stared at her for two seconds, then raised his hand and pointed at her face casually, "You have a grain of rice on your face."
Shu Xin put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hand and touched the corner of her mouth, but couldn't find it, "Where is it?"
"Come here, I'll get it off for you."
Shu Xin touched around the corner of her mouth but couldn't find any rice grains, so she walked up to Huo Yan and leaned over, bending slightly and putting her face in front of him.
Huo Yanqing said, "Get closer."
Shu Xin moved her face a little closer, "There is no corner of the mouth, and I don't seem to be able to touch the chin... ah..."
The waist tightened, and Shu Xin was controlled by a force to spin half a circle. When he realized that the person was already sitting on Huo Yanqing's lap, Shu Xin calmed down and was about to ask, "Are you lying to me?" ’ His lips were sealed by Huo Yanqing.
After kissing for a while, Huo Yanqing relaxed and looked at the woman in his arms with flushed cheeks and panting, and asked warmly, "What is the gift?"
Shu Xin was so dizzy after being kissed by Huo Yan that she hadn't fully recovered yet. When he asked, she replied: "Belt."
After answering, she realized that she had fallen into his trap. Shu Xin stretched out her hand and pinched Huo Yanqing's narrow waist, "I hate it."
Huo Yanqing reached out and fiddled with the hair on Shu Xin's forehead casually, and said in a yummy voice, "You are pregnant now. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the belt."
Shu Xin's crimson face was stained with another layer of blush, and the hand on his waist pinched him again, "Where are you thinking? It's not a sex toy, it's a belt."
"Why the belt?"
Shu Xin placed her hand on the metal head of the belt around Huo Yanqing's waist and fumbled back and forth. She leaned into his arms and looked up at him, "I want to tie your heart."
"Did you get the belt?"
Shu Xin turned her head and looked at the bag on the chair opposite, "In the bag."
"Tie it on for me."
"Now?" Shu Xin looked at Huo Yanqing with a smile.
"Um."
"But don't you have one on your waist?"
"Take it off."
"Okay." Shu Xin answered simply and neatly. She started to pull at the metal buckle of his belt with her little hands. She held it for a long time without opening it. She looked up at Huo Yanqing and said, "I don't know how to do this."
Usually when the two of them were in love, it was almost at night. Huo Yanqing always wore pajamas and occasionally a suit. He would take off his pants himself, and she would only unbutton his shirt at most.
Huo Yanqing's dark eyes had a slight glint, and he held Shu Xin's little hand in his big hand, "I'll teach you."
The big hand held the small hand and placed it on the belt buckle. It stayed for a second without untying it, then continued down and placed it on the tight part of the man's lower abdomen.