When Jiang Jinwang finished tidying himself up and came out of the bathroom, Shen Zhiyi had already made the cake base and was making fondant flowers on the table next to him.
Her long hair was simply tied to one side, and she was bent over with a focused expression.
Jiang Jinwang's brows softened.
Walk over.
"Have you had breakfast?"
"Yeah." Shen Zhiyi didn't even raise his head, holding his breath to finish a lace, "I just washed up in the bathroom in the living room and had a simple meal."
Jiang Jin looked towards the island platform.
There is still a lot of breakfast left.
but……
His eyes fell on the flower in her hand.
Wait until she finishes that.
To disturb her.
Jiang Jinwang stood aside and watched patiently.
He saw her long, slender fingertips gently smoothing out the wrinkles on the candy skin.
He thought of something and his eyes suddenly dimmed.
His eyes followed it upwards, glued to her cheek.
There was a small piece of cream stuck there, but she was completely unaware of it, concentrating on adjusting the position of the sugar flowers.
That little thing swayed gently with her movements.
The air was filled with the sweet aroma of butter, mixed with the faint scent of gardenia on her body, which fermented into a sticky web at that moment, making Jiang Jinwang feel a little breathless.
He tugged at his collar impatiently.
Suddenly I wanted to go there.
Use your fingertips to gently rub off the cream.
He could even imagine the warmth of her skin when his fingertips touched it.
Delicate and warm.
And when she looked up in shock, her eyes, clear and innocent like a deer, were beneath her long lashes...
Desire suddenly grew like a vine.
Jiang Jinwang's Adam's apple rolled.
Take a step forward and move closer.
After Shen Zhiyi finished the first layer of decoration, he breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and was startled by the tall figure that was so close.
"When did you come here?"
She hadn't even noticed.
Jiang Jinwang leaned against her side, glanced at the cake on the table, and said calmly, "Can I have a taste?"
He knows.
Most fondant cakes focus on their aesthetic value.
Many times, she wouldn't let him eat.
Shen Zhiyi nodded, “I didn’t make it that complicated today, I can give it to you to try.”
"Have you eaten?" Jiang Jinwang asked her.
Shen Zhiyi shook his head.
Jiang Jinwang's Adam's apple moved.
Suddenly he stretched out his index finger and scraped the cream off her face.
His sticky gaze slowly moved down following his movements, landing on her bright red and moist lips.
The deep eyes are bottomless.
Like the sea stained by the night, it stirs up waves of delusion.
The butter-covered index finger did not move away, but gently pressed on her lower lip.
With a push, the fingertips penetrated.
"Then, try it yourself."
His voice was low and hoarse, and his long fingers carried unquestionable strength.
Shen Zhiyi’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushed instantly, she held his fingertips in her mouth, and was forced to eat a little of the sweet smell of the cake.
“Hmm…”
He pressed her tongue.
Pulled out again in an instant.
Shen Zhiyi seemed to be stunned, with his lips open, breathing in small gulps.
Jiang Jinwang stared at her watery eyes and the dew on her lips, feeling that every blood vessel in his body was gurgling like surging lava.
"Is it sweet?" he asked.
Shen Zhiyi came back to her senses and bit her lips in embarrassment.
"Why don't you eat it yourself?"
And stuffed...stuffed it into her mouth...
"Oh." Jiang Jin lowered his eyes and spoke in a calm voice, as if he was discussing the weather. "Then I'll try it too."
He leaned over and cupped her face.
Lick it.
The rough tongue rolled over the fair and soft cheek, snatching away the sweet aftertaste of the cream and savoring it carefully.
Shen Zhiyi's fingertips trembled slightly, and his whole body shook uncontrollably.
Scrape off.
She melted like a piece of buttercream frosting in his burning palms and lips.
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