"Give it to your sister..."
Chu Liyue's beautiful face was tense, suppressing the tremor in her heart, her voice hoarse:
"Sweetie... sweetie, stop fooling around."
As he spoke, he raised his hand to remove the shackles that had already worn red marks onto Xiao Wujie's pale wrists.
Xiao Wujie's handcuffed hands and feet twisted slightly, and the silver shackles made a series of crisp sounds.
His body tensed, wanting to get up and get closer to Chu Liyue's arms, but he was bound by shackles and could not break free. The white lace blindfold covered his eyes, adding to his mysterious beauty. His posture of imprisonment, struggle, and extreme desire was full of brokenness and tempting one to ravage him.
As he struggled, beads of sweat glistened on his nose, and he said in a low, hoarse voice:
"No, I didn't make a fuss. The clothes were specially made, and I used some kind of magic to make my hair grow back."
He couldn't resist turning his head, as if wanting to snuggle into Chu Liyue's arms, gently rubbing his palm against her arm in an alluring way: "Sister, I'm like this..."
"Is it not tasty?"
The rational thought in her mind suddenly exploded, and Chu Liyue abruptly raised her hand to grab his neck, leaning down.
The night was tinged with a fiery ambiguity, and the evening breeze could not dispel the thick, lingering allure.
In the ultimate romance and passion that could burn a person to the brink of death, Xiao Wujie's long hair was as black as ink, his cold, bony fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly, and his thin body was covered with alluring blush and sweat, like a delicate flower in the wind, trembling and shaking.
As the clock struck midnight, he placed his long fingers on Chu Liyue's shoulder, his knuckles protruding, and with difficulty, he tilted his neck back, bringing his thin lips close to Chu Liyue's ear.
Happy birthday, sister.
P.S.: While writing this, I accidentally discovered that today is my birthday, which is kind of exciting!
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