Chapter 163 Ribbon
Under incandescent light.
Jiang Mian's already fair skin was clearly revealed when she turned red.
Her cheeks were stained with a light red, which slowly spread to her snow-white ears.
"Mianmian said she wanted to wear it for me to see." Zhao Ci's eyelashes were half-closed, and his purple-gold eyes were full of beautiful and passionate brilliance. His slender fingers with a pink, shimmering ribbon gently wrapped around Jiang Mian's wrist, and his voice was hoarse, "You can't go back on your word."
Jiang Mian's mouth twitched slightly. Enduring the numbness in his fingers and the heat on his face, he took a deep breath and looked up at him: "Is this clothing? I don't know how to wear it."
She thought about how it took her so long to open his gift, and she had originally planned to wear the clothes he gave her to show him, as a way of coaxing him.
But Jiang Mian didn't expect that the dress would turn out like this. But even so, she had already agreed to it, so she didn't intend to go back on her word.
Zhao Ci originally thought that Jiang Mian would be unwilling to wear such a dress when she saw it. After all, when he opened the gift and heard him say it was a dress, the look in her eyes didn't seem to be surprise, but astonishment.
He was still thinking about how to act innocent, pretending to accuse her of not opening his gift for so long, and coaxing her to put on the clothes.
He didn't expect that his Mian Mian would indulge him so much.
For a moment, Zhao Ci's heartbeat quickened, and his heart was wrapped in love, as if wrapped in a layer of honey, extremely sweet.
"Zhao Ci, help Mian Mian put it on." Zhao Ci's throat was extremely dry.
Jiang Mian Yayu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he hummed in an inaudible voice.
The curtains in the room were drawn and the door was closed.
Pieces of clothes fell to the ground one by one.
Zhao Ci slowly helped her put on the butterfly dress.
The pink shimmering ribbon slowly wrapped around her waist, legs, and ankles...
Soon, the dress was put on.
This is somewhat different from the bondage play that Jiang Mian imagined.
Anyway, her hands and feet were not tied, she was just simply wrapped with a ribbon around her body.
The messy pink ribbons and snow-white skin intertwine, creating a messy beauty.
The pink ribbon around the neck was tied into a pink bow.
There is also a ribbon bow at the waist and two ribbon bows at both ankles.
"Mianmian, do you look good?" Zhao Ci pulled her in front of the mirror.
Jiang Mian looked at himself in the mirror, ignoring the fact that he was not covering his arms at all, and he still looked pretty good. He was quite good at tying these ribbons. He took so much time and effort to tie so many ribbons all over his arms.
Anyway, Jiang Mian definitely couldn't have done it this well by himself.
Zhao Ci didn't know if Jiang Mianjue thought she was pretty or not. When he saw her like this, his breath had already been choked. He couldn't help but hug her from behind, lowered his head and kissed her neck obsessively, his voice extremely emotional: "Mianmian, you are so beautiful."
Jiang Mian's eyelashes trembled slightly as he stared at the purple-haired young man behind him in the mirror. His purple-gold eyes were filled with obsessed love, and his beautiful eyebrows became even more seductive. His thin eyelids were extremely red, and the red spread to the corners of his eyes, revealing a lustful look.
The huge purple-gold butterfly wings spread out countless golden threads, and there was more and more glitter. The wings kept vibrating at the frequency of courtship, and the sticky powder kept falling in that frequency.
The air was filled with the aphrodisiac scent of flowers and fruits.
When Jiang Mian smelled the sticky and pungent smell, his body became hotter and softer.
He bit her neck and ripped the bow she had just tied. Jiang Mian couldn't help but raise her slender white neck.
"Can you control your aphrodisiac powder?" Jiang Mian thought about the familiar relationship between the female master and the beast husband. If he made a small suggestion, the other party would not be angry. "Your butterfly powder keeps falling on the ground and it's a bit difficult to wipe off."
She added silently, "It's hard to wash off if it sticks to your hands."
Even after washing it clean, it still feels slippery.
When Zhao Ci heard this, his eyelashes half drooped, half covering the light in his eyes. He felt a little uncomfortable, and his voice became low: "Mianmian, do you dislike me?"
He also wanted to stick all his powder on her body, like sticking to his prey, like marking his own.
He added aggrievedly, "I'll clean it up, don't look down on me."
"Ahem, your powder seems hard to wipe off." Jiang Mian coughed lightly and gave a subtle reminder.
"It can be wiped clean. It can be wiped clean with special foam." Zhao Ci felt extremely aggrieved.
"Well, remember to wipe it clean later." Jiang Mian was satisfied.
Zhao Ci was sad, and his mood was upset because of her.
The next second, Zhao Ci bit the faintly outlined butterfly bone on her back, exerting a little force, and exhaled hot breath on her skin. His voice was muffled: "Don't despise me."
"I don't mind you. Don't be sad. I just like to feel refreshed." Jiang Mian heard the fragility in his tone and quickly turned around, holding his face with both hands. "It's not that I dislike you. If I did, would I still touch your little butterfly?"
She held his face in her hands and looked at him with tenderness and tolerance.
A pair of clear eyes seem particularly sincere.
Zhao Ci lowered his eyes to look at her, his soft and pretty face flushed, his eyes slowly lowered, his long eyelashes trembled, and the red corners of his eyes were stained with water stains, but Jiang Mian held his face, and he couldn't help but rub his cheek against her palm in dependence, as if to say, "I'm sad but I still want to please you."
So cute that it makes people's heart beat faster.
Jiang Mian couldn't help but give him his heart.
She stood on tiptoe and kissed his eyes, chuckling softly, "Why are your eyes about to drop pearls?"
Jiang Mian saw him looking over, so she hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him, her voice tinged with laughter: "You haven't finished opening the gifts yet, don't be distracted."
That gift is hers.
It takes so much effort to wrap it, and then unwrapping it is like opening a gift.
Zhao Ci's heart began to numb again, and his entire attention fell on Jiang Mian again.
Mianmian didn’t dislike him!
The air was getting hotter and hotter.
The pink butterfly's wings in the air began to vibrate, as if vibrating at the frequency of courtship.
The pink butterfly wings seemed to be dancing in Zhao Ci's pupils, making him dizzy.
Its wings are constantly shaking, dancing a never-ending dance.
…
Sticky sweat wet the black hair at her temples, and the corners of her eyes were flushed.
night.
Jiang Mian sat on the bed and continued to look at the contract on the laptop. Zhao Ci was behind her, hugging her waist, his whole body against her, his head resting on her neck, with a satisfied look on his face.
"Mianmian, aren't you going to sleep yet?" Zhao Ci half-opened his hazy purple-gold eyes, and gently hooked her hair with his fingers and played with it in his palm.
(End of this chapter)
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