When he said this, he looked directly at her.
Tonight, she is wearing a pink dress, which makes her little face more pink and tender. In fact, from the moment she just came in, he has been watching her secretly.
I don't know if it's because of shyness, but that little face is as red as a strawberry at the moment...
Luo Yichen's gaze sank, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
For some reason, Su Rourou felt that he was looking at her too eagerly, as if he wanted to swallow her into her stomach like that strawberry.
She turned her head in a panic: "I delivered the gift... I... I'm going back!"
However, just when she turned around, someone lifted her off the table...
How could Luo Yichen let her go, he locked her tightly in his arms, and coaxed her in a deep and sexy voice: "You haven't told me happy birthday yet!"
Su Rourou knew that if she didn't say anything tonight, she might not want to go back, so she could only say obediently: "Happy birthday!"
Luo Yichen was dissatisfied: "Not sincere! You should look at me when you speak."
Su Rourou's face was terribly hot, she had the nerve to look up at him. She continued to lower her head, biting her rosy lower lip with her white teeth.
Luo Yichen's eyes fell on her two delicate and charming red lips, and his throat suddenly became a little dry.
"Look up at me and say, good boy." He squeezed out these few words, stretched out his slender fingers and lifted her small chin, forcing her to look at him.
Su Rourou had no choice but to muster up the courage to glance at him, and quickly said: "Okay! Happy birthday!"
After speaking, he quickly lowered his eyes again. The long eyelashes are like two small fans, casting two thick shadows on her fair skin.
Luo Yichen's breathing became a little quicker, and his voice became deeper and hoarse, with a nasal sound: "And then?"
Su Rourou still lowered her eyes: "Then, there is no after."
Luo Yichen, however, was relentless: "Do you still want to express it? For example..."
Saying so, his scorching fingertips gently stroked her face, and then stroked her lips.
Outside the door, Li Juan's familiar footsteps sounded, as if walking through the corridor into a certain room next door.
Su Rourou's heart skipped a beat, she struggled and said: "Luo Yichen, don't do this... the godmother is next door, it would be bad if you overheard."
Luo Yichen's hands didn't stop because of this, and continued to stroke her lips back and forth: "Today is my birthday, can't you take the initiative? I don't want much... as long as you give me a sincere kiss." .”
Hearing the last word he said, Su Rourou's heart beat violently. She gritted her lower lip harder.
No... no... no! She kept talking to herself.
Luo Yichen suddenly snorted: "Hiss... it hurts!"
Su Rourou immediately became nervous: "What's wrong with you?"
Luo Yichen clutched his injured right elbow, frowned and said: "My injury has never healed. In order not to worry you, I have been silently enduring the pain in an empty corner. I But I saved you again, shouldn't you show me a little bit on my birthday? You heartless..."
After finishing speaking, his thin red lips pursed slightly, as if he was angry or asking for a kiss.
When he said that, Su Rourou immediately felt a little guilty. She thought that she would never forget Luo Yichen's lonely and sad expression on the day of the basketball game.
She gritted her teeth, stood on tiptoe, and slowly approached him...