When Su Qianci heard Li Sicheng's words, her face turned slightly red.
In front of him, Li Sicheng's eyes were deep and dark, like the Milky Way with dense stars, breathtakingly beautiful, and one glance was enough to make people linger.
Staring at him, Su Qianci stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips gently, imitating the way he usually kissed her, gently, softly...
Li Sicheng didn't move. Su Qianci felt a little discouraged, but then she noticed Li Sicheng's teasing gaze.
She put down her toes in annoyance, but her waist suddenly tightened. Li Sicheng's eyes were full of smiles, shining brightly, and his voice was low and gentle: "Continue."
Su Qianci was unwilling, so she pouted and turned her head away.
"Today is my birthday, Mrs. Li." Li Sicheng smiled and lowered his head to kiss her gently on the side of her face, "Continue."
Su Qianci blushed and whispered, "Let's go back to the room."
Li Sicheng's smile on her cheek widened, and he picked her up and carried her sideways, heading towards home.
"Let me down first. It's not good if the kids see me."
"There's nothing wrong with that. Isn't it normal for Dad to hug Mom?" Li Sicheng whispered in her ear, "The children all know that Dad should hug Mom. Their thoughts are still pure."
What you mean is that Su Qianci's thoughts are no longer pure
Su Qianci's face turned even redder, she glared at him and pretended to get down.
But Li Sicheng held her more firmly and whispered, "Don't move, I can't help it."
Su Qianci was speechless, her face reddened as she nodded and cursed, "Rogue!"
Li Sicheng's voice was low and gentle, with an indescribable magnetism. He hugged her, walked faster, and whispered in her ear: "I have always been like this, and you like it too, don't you?"
It was just past nine o'clock in the evening. She had sent the children and their grandfather to bed, leaving only Qin Shuhua and Li Yao in the living room.
The old couple was watching TV. When they saw Li Sicheng carrying Su Qianci in, Qin Shuhua's eyes immediately showed ambiguity. She looked at Li Yao and they smiled at each other.
Su Qianci's face was red as blood. She covered her face and buried her head in Li Sicheng's chest. She patted him lightly and urged him, "Hurry up!"
Li Sicheng raised the corner of his lips slightly, and walked towards the room with the same pace.
Su Qianci reached out to open the door, and after Li Sicheng walked in, she closed the door.
But before she could lock the door, he picked her up and walked inside.
As soon as he entered the room, Li Sicheng saw the bed covered with red roses.
Li Sicheng chuckled, put her down gently, and whispered, "I didn't expect you to be so romantic."
Su Qianci looked at him with a red face, holding his neck with both hands and not letting go, and whispered: "When we first went to the Maldives, were you the one who laid out those roses?"
That was five years ago, when her grandfather forced her to go on vacation to the Maldives with Li Sicheng. When they just checked in, Su Qianci saw a bed full of roses.
Densely packed, very beautiful and fresh.
Flowers like that are very expensive, and it is impossible for a hotel to spend a lot of money on something like that.
Su Qianci only realized this matter in the past few days.
Li Sicheng listened to her and smiled softly. He didn't answer. He helped her up, then lowered his head and kissed her bright red lips, going straight in, from shallow to deep...
(End of this chapter)