After receiving no response from her for a long time, Yan Shao's bright eyes dimmed slightly.
His lips gently touched the back of her ear, "Baby, I won't force you..."
Zhu Qianying, who was in a state of semi-breakage, was slightly taken aback.
force?
What on earth is this man thinking about now?
Thinking that he meant the thing that was happening right now, Zhu Qianying lowered her head, opened her mouth, and bit his Adam's apple to show that she was not being forced by him, but was doing it willingly and even enjoying it.
The man who was tightly wrapped around her trembled slightly, and the kiss behind her ear became urgent and forceful.
The hand that had been covering her abdomen finally left, slowly moving downwards...
...
After the passion subsided, Zhu Qianying, unusually, lay on his arm in a sober state.
"husband……"
A slightly husky voice reached the man's ears. He lowered his eyes and looked at her tenderly. Their gazes lingered for a while, almost intertwining, before the man finally asked, "What?"
He asked, then lowered his head and pressed his lips to her forehead, gently stroking it.
"It's nothing... just calling out..." Zhu Qianying said with a wide grin.
The man didn't ask anything more, but simply held her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to embed her into his chest before he would stop.
Zhu Qianying didn't struggle. She pressed herself against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, which pounded in her ear like a drum.
Her fingers slid down his strong features to his chin, sketching a gentle lake in her mind before finally landing on his solid chest.
"What do you think would be a good name for my brand?"
Young Master Yan was slightly taken aback. To be honest, he really thought that she wouldn't ask for his opinion too much on this matter.
After all, he was a complete novice in her field, utterly ignorant.
"Honey, you can decide for yourself. I don't know anything about this."
It's quite rare to see Young Master Yan, who is known for his arrogance and narcissism, admit that he doesn't understand!
"Are you stupid? It's just a name, what do you need to know? I'm not asking you to design jewelry for me."
As Zhu Qianying spoke, her fingers unconsciously drew circles on his chest.
"Even so, I still don't understand. Think about it, I can't even come up with a satisfactory name for my son."
Upon hearing his words, Zhu Qianying realized that she had been putting him in a difficult position.
"Then... how about calling me Cold Shadow?"
In fact, ever since Yan Shao told her that she was going to have her own brand, Zhu Qianying had a lot of high-end brand names in her mind.
But those high-end brand names, although they sound grand and look pleasing, did not give Zhu Qianying a sense of belonging.
However, the Shadow of Cold, which contained both her and Yan Han's names, never left her mind once it appeared.
Yan Shao's eyes lit up, and he lowered his head, cupped her face, and kissed her a few times.
"Honey, are you really sure you want this as your name?" Her joy was palpable.
Zhu Qianying didn't give him a definite answer. She only said, "Until I can think of something more suitable and that I like better, this will be it for now. So, I asked you if you have a name you like."
Yan Shao shook his head eagerly, "No, no, this is great, I like it very much!"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but kiss her lips.
Zhu Qianying felt a slight pain, but this pain was clearly a pain of joy.
"Okay, let's leave this one for now. If there's anything better, we'll see."
Yan Shao felt that this was absolutely the most suitable name, without exception. Although he was unwilling to influence her decision, he hesitated for a moment before finally saying it.
"Ying'er, I think this is perfect, there's nothing more suitable."
As for why he said that, Zhu Qianying naturally understood.
With a firm pinch of her fingers, she squeezed the solid muscles of his chest.
"Are you planning to have 'Son of Han' tattooed on your son's forehead and 'Wife of Han' tattooed on mine?"
This man's desire to stamp his seal is truly unparalleled.
Young Master Yan chuckled, his chest muscles heaving as he bounced Zhu Qianying a few times.
“My son doesn’t need it, because his face is obviously my son. But you, your idea of carving ‘Han’s Wife’ on your forehead is really good.”
Having anticipated his response, Zhu Qianying opened her mouth and bit his chest. Young Master Yan chuckled, "You have to endure the pain of being bitten by your own wife, and you have to spoil her even if she scolds you to death..."
As he spoke, his large hand touched the softest spot on her lower back. "Baby, how about we get 'Wife of Han' tattooed here?"
To be honest, Yan Shao doesn't have a particular preference for tattoos, but after hearing her joke just now, his mind has been completely occupied by it.
Zhu Qianying snuggled closer to him, "No, I'm afraid of getting hurt!"
People who rarely cried out in pain before now seem to feel much more acute pain after leaning against this strong and muscular chest.
Because subconsciously she knew that when she was in pain, this chest would be there for her to lean on, and when she cried out, this man would comfort and soothe her.
"Alright... I'll go to Little Thing's place tomorrow and get a bag of colorful graffiti pens. I'll change the color every day and the place every day, and I'll sign 'Wife of Cold' on you."
Zhu Qianying looked up and rolled her eyes at him. She felt a growing sense of annoyance; this idiot of hers had dug herself another huge hole.
“Sure, then I’ll sign my name as Shadow Man on you every day, a different color and a different place each day.”
Young Master Yan smiled and said, "You're most welcome!"
Zhu Qianying was unwilling to pay any more attention to this shameless person. She got up, sat on the bed, and looked around. After finding her target, she took a long stride and straddled him.
Young Master Yan was still lying in bed when he looked up at her and asked, "Baby, what do you want? Are you going to offer yourself up to me?"
Zhu Qianying slapped him on the chest, leaned over, took the pen from the bedside table, bit the cap, and ripped it off with a "snap".
Even if Young Master Yan were stupid, he would know what she was trying to do.
Moreover, he is not stupid; in fact, one could say he is very intelligent.
Where should I sign it?
Unlike Zhu Qianying, who was wearing a bathrobe, Young Master Yan was lying naked on the bed, unusually, completely at ease and at the mercy of others.
Zhu Qianying's fingers moved from his forehead to his face, then from his face to his lips. After a brief pause, her fingertips slid down his chin to his neck like a slide.
"Here?" Zhu Qianying looked at Yan Shao with a smile, her finger now resting on his Adam's apple.
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