Chapter 66 Pleasure's Birthday Suit

Three days later, it was Mo Xiaohan’s birthday.

The early morning in Bangkok has just woken up from the mist. The air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers, and even the wind is particularly gentle.

Mo Xiaohan finally opened his eyes when the morning light shone through the gauze curtains onto the large bed. He was usually a light sleeper, but today he woke up late, a rare occasion.

Because last night she pestered him until the early morning, drawing circles on his back with her fingers and whispering in a soft voice, "I want to be the first to wish you a happy birthday."

He was about to turn over and hold her in his arms, but found that his wrist was held by something cold.

There was a slight metallic sound.

Mo Xiaohan narrowed his eyes. His hands were locked to the head of the bed with a silver chain. The chain was wrapped with a light yellow ribbon and tied into a crooked bow.

"Good morning, birthday boy."

Ruan Xingchen straddled his waist, wearing only his black shirt, which barely covered his thighs. Her fingertips slid down his abs, twirling around the edge of his pajama pants. "Guess where your birthday present is?"

His Adam's apple rolled and he struggled against the chains: "Xingxing——"

"Shh." She leaned over and rubbed her nose against the scar on his left eye. "Today I have the final say."

The collar of her shirt opened as she moved, revealing the faint black lace underneath. Mo Xiaohan's breathing suddenly became heavy, his muscles tensed into sharp lines, and the chains rattled.

"You taught me how to interrogate..." She bit his earlobe and chuckled, "Now...it's my turn to interrogate you."

Her fingertips brushed across his rolling Adam's apple, dabbing honey on his collarbone. Her soft tongue followed suit, slowly licking away the sweetness. He groaned, his waist and abdomen tensing, the outline of his pajamas already visible.

"Here?" She deliberately rubbed her knees against him and heard his heavy breathing. "Or...here?"

The moment his hand slipped into his waistband, the silver chain suddenly straightened. Mo Xiaohan's eyes burned red, and his voice was hoarse and untuned: "Untie it... immediately!"

Ruan Xingchen leaned forward even more fiercely, her lace bra brushing against his chest: "Beg me."

The next second, the world was spinning!

The chain broke with a crisp "snap".

"Looks like... I should teach you how to deal with the Escape Technique."

Mo Xiaohan pinched her waist and pushed her back onto the mattress. His black shirt was rolled up to his chest, revealing the lace straps on his waist.

"Have you learned bad habits?" He bit open the clasp on her back and slapped her buttocks with his palm as punishment. "Who taught you this?"

Ruan Xingchen raised her head and bit his chin, leaving a shallow tooth mark: "A certain... um... interrogation teacher... ah!"

The morning light was filled with panting and sobbing.

In the afternoon, Ruan Xingchen leaned on a lounge chair by the swimming pool and read a book. Mo Xiaohan swam back and forth in the pool several times, and water droplets slid down his abdominal muscles into the edge of his swimming trunks.

"Not coming down?" he asked, lying on the edge of the pool.

Ruan Xingchen shook his head: "Sunbathing."

Mo Xiaohan suddenly reached out, grabbed her ankle and pulled——

"ah!"

Ruan Xingchen screamed and fell into the water, but he caught her firmly. Her wet white dress became transparent, clinging to her body, outlining her slender curves.

"Mo Xiaohan!" She hit his shoulder angrily.

He pushed her against the pool wall and bit her collarbone. "Birthday privilege."

Ruan Xingchen wanted to retort, but he kissed her lips fiercely. The water in the pool rippled slightly, reflecting the overlapping figures on the water.

After dinner, Ruan Xingchen lit twenty-eight candles in the garden - one candle for each year.

She handed a velvet box to Mo Xiaohan, her eyes gleaming with anticipation: "This is for you, a birthday present."

Mo Xiaohan took the box and opened the lid with one hand. Inside was a pair of black diamond cufflinks, which shone with a blood-red luster under the candlelight, complementing the silver ring on his ring finger. He picked up one and his fingertips touched the words "To My King." engraved on the inside.

"Do you like it?" Ruan Xingchen asked, looking up, the corners of his eyes still tinged with the warm yellow of candlelight.

Mo Xiaohan didn't respond, but lowered his head to kiss her, his fingers reaching behind her - she was wearing a champagne-colored long dress tonight, with the laces tied loosely, and it came loose with a hook of his fingertips.

"What else?" His breath mixed with the cool night wind and fell on her neck.

Ruan Xingchen's breathing became irregular as he was kissed. His fingertips pressed against the shoulder line of his suit. "...What else?"

"A real gift." His lips slid to her ear, his pronunciation clear and ambiguous, "You."

Ruan Xingchen's ears instantly turned red, but she turned her head away to deliberately annoy him: "...You wish."

Mo Xiaohan chuckled softly, his fingertips already sliding into the slit of her skirt, and said with unyielding force, "It's my birthday, I have the final say."

The night wind blows, the candlelight flickers, and the roses in full bloom are reflected in the garden.

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In this world filled with blood and conspiracy, even breathing requires caution - but today is an exception.

Because today is his birthday.

There are no gunshots or calculations, only the flickering candlelight on the cake; there is no need to be wary of assassination and betrayal, just worry about the cream getting on your suit.

It was rare for him to put aside all his gloom, and she temporarily forgot the coldness of the abyss.

After all, when the sun rises tomorrow, the throne will be filled with new corpses.

But at least tonight...

Her name was on every one of his birthday wishes.

Cherish the sweetness of today.

Tomorrow... I will return to the world with loaded bullets.