His big hands moved slowly around her waist, caressing her exquisite curves through the thin fabric of the cheongsam.
As their lips and tongues intertwined, he deliberately nibbled her soft lower lip with his teeth, causing her to tremble slightly.
"Yumin..." Zheng Wanqing finally found a chance to catch her breath, her voice already tinged with a bit of hoarseness from the emotion.
However, before she could say any words of protest, he blocked her again. This time the kiss was even deeper, as if he wanted to swallow her whole, greedily absorbing her scent.
After a long time, Xie Yun reluctantly stepped back a little.
He looked at her lips that were swollen and red from the kiss and her misty eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously: "Thank you, ma'am."
"This is your birthday..." Zheng Wanqing's breath had not yet recovered, her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, "I just cooked a bowl of noodles... and it was cooked like this..."
Xie Yun's slender index finger suddenly pressed on her soft lips, stopping her from finishing her words.
He leaned forward, his hot breath spraying behind her sensitive ears, his deep voice carrying a dangerous undercurrent: "I said you eat..." His fingertips slowly traced along the line of her lips, "It's the best taste in the world."
After saying that, he suddenly took her round earlobe in his mouth and bit it gently, feeling the person in his arms tremble slightly with satisfaction.
Zheng Wanqing subconsciously placed her hands on his broad shoulders. She raised her head slightly and looked into his deep eyes. Her voice was so soft that water could drip out of it: "Actually... I have prepared something for you."
Xie Yun's lips curled up slightly: "Isn't that bowl of birthday noodles enough?"
"That's not a proper gift." She lowered her eyes and took out a brocade bag from the hidden pocket on the side of her cheongsam. "Open it and take a look."
When Xie Yun took the brocade bag, her palms were touched by his fingertips, and a thin layer of sweat oozed out. At the opening of the brocade bag, a very small word "Yun" was embroidered in dark thread, and the stitches were so fine that they were almost invisible in the satin pattern.
He turned his wrist slightly, and a hunting pocket watch slipped into his palm. On the watch case was engraved a coiled dragon tumbling in the sea of clouds, and two black agates were embedded in the dragon's eyes, just like his deep eyes.
"Do you like it?" Zheng Wanqing saw him staring at the pocket watch for a long time without saying anything, and couldn't help but ask softly.
"I like it very much." He rubbed his thumb across the dial, his voice a few notes lower than usual, "Thank you for making my birthday so memorable."
In the past few years, this day seemed to be just an ordinary day for him. In fact, his mother was ill due to his birth and was bedridden. After his mother passed away, she did not celebrate her birthday deliberately. So he always had mixed feelings about birthdays.
She pressed herself against his chest, listening to the drum-like heartbeat, and softly called out, "Happy birthday, Yumin."
This warm and tender atmosphere did not last for a moment before a hint of cunning that she was all too familiar with flashed across Xie Yun's eyes.
The pocket watch chain was wrapped around his fingers at some point, and the watch cover gently lifted her chin.
"Do you know what it means to give a man a pocket watch?" There was a dangerous tone in his deep voice.
Zheng Wanqing's ears instantly turned red, and she turned her face away: "It's just an object."
The cold pocket watch suddenly slid down her collarbone and into her collar, causing her to scream in surprise. Xie Yun took the opportunity to pick her up horizontally, leaned over and whispered in her ear, his hot breath spraying behind her sensitive ears:
"It's 'Your time, mine'."
After saying this, he carried the person in his arms and went straight to the inner room.
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