Jian Yao snorted softly, "I know you have no conscience and only brother is the only person in your eyes. Fortunately, I still worry about how you are doing every day... Oh, it will really hurt my heart."

He pretended to be aggrieved, which made Wen Xin burst into laughter.

"Just pretend. I think you should become an actor. You will become famous all over the world."

Jian Yao raised his chin like a peacock, "Of course, if nothing else, our shame alone will kill those Oscar winners in an instant."

"Haha." Wen Wen's eyes were like stars, shining brightly, "Yes, I can still benefit from you now that you are famous."

The two laughed and chatted for a long time.

"By the way, brother's birthday is coming soon, have you prepared any gifts?" Jian Yao looked at her and asked.

Wen Xin was stunned for a moment, completely at a loss, "Rong Li's birthday is coming? When?"

No one mentioned it to her.

Jian Yao rolled his eyes, "It's Christmas."

"I just knew." Wen Xin said.

Jian Yao jumped up from the sofa, walked up to Wen Xin and asked, "Then what are you going to give him?"

Wen Xin frowned, "I don't know."

He had everything, including money and fame, but she was a poor student, what could she give her?

"What do you usually give him?"

Jian Yao crossed his legs, "Well, I can't say that. You have to have your own ideas. How can you follow the trend?"

"..."

Wen Wen is depressed.

Ever since he learned from Jian Yao that Rong Li was going to celebrate his birthday, the problem of gifts had been bothering Wen Xin. Even during class, he was struggling with what to give and what to give.

"Alas——!" She sighed again.

Su Yiyi couldn't help but ask: "Wenxin, what's happened to you recently? Why do you keep sighing all day long?"

"Ah...really...?" She seemed to have never realized it.

"What are you depressed about? Tell me, maybe I can solve it for you?"

Wenxin frowned and looked at her for a few seconds, then turned her gaze slightly back, and she happened to see a boutique with many types of scarves hanging inside.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

This is it!

"Yiyi, I have already thought of a way." She said with a smile.

Su Yiyi was a little confused by her sighing one second and smiling happily the next, "Are you sure?"

Wen Xin nodded hard twice, "sure, sure, very sure."

****

After school in the afternoon, Wenxin went to the same store as last time. As soon as she walked in, the boss still remembered her.

"What do you want to buy this time?" the female boss asked with a smile.

Wenxin pointed to the dark gray scarf and said, "I want to buy thread of this color."

The female boss's smile deepened, her eyes flashed with understanding, and while holding the thread for her, she asked, "Is it for her boyfriend?"

Wenxin blushed slightly, and there was no need to explain. He just said: "...It's his birthday, and I don't know what to give him, so I plan to knit a scarf and give it to him."

"That's very good. It's more about affection than etiquette." The female boss said, "If he knew that this was knitted by his girlfriend, he would definitely have to carry it with him every day."

Warm smile.

"Which one are you going to knit?"

Wen Wen hesitated for a moment and said a little embarrassedly: "Uh... Let's make it simpler. If it's complicated, I'm worried that I won't be able to knit it well and I don't have enough time."

Although there is still more than a week until Christmas.

"Then you choose this style."

"How many threads should I buy?" Wenxin asked.

"Here, how tall is your boyfriend?"

Wen Xin thought for a while, "About 1.8 meters, quite tall."

The female boss said: "Then take this much, it will definitely be enough."

After studying in the store for a while, I was worried that I would be discovered when I returned home at night, so Wenxin hid all the things in my bag and hurried back to the villa.

Naturally, he couldn't knit Rongli's scarf at night. He only finished half of his own pink and blue scarf. Wenxin moved everything to the bed without even thinking about whether Rongli, who had a mysophobia, would knit the knitted scarf.

Throw the ball or something.

She turned on the TV and struggled with the scarf in her hand while watching TV.

When Rong Li returned to the house, what he saw was the little girl looking like a good wife and mother. The light shone softly on her body, making her as gentle as a beautiful picture scroll.

The wool was knotted, Wen Xin was burying his head, carefully sorting out the knots, and for a moment he didn't notice Rong Li.

Glancing at the things on the bed that clearly didn't belong to him and were extremely childish, Rong Li frowned slightly, then relaxed his eyebrows without any trace of disgust.

"What are these for?"

Hearing the question, Wenxin suddenly raised her head and followed his gaze to the half-knitted scarf and wool ball. She looked at him and explained, "I'm knitting a scarf."

Rong Li raised his eyebrows and picked up the ball of pink-blue wool. Girls obviously liked this color. There was a faint light in his eyes, "Why don't you just buy it?"

Wen Wen held the stick and needle and said seriously: "It makes more sense to do it yourself."

Does it make more sense?

"is it hard?"

She shook her head, "This is very simple and you can learn it once you learn it, but some styles can be very complicated."

Rong Li didn't answer.

Wen Wen pursed her lips lightly and asked him casually: "Rongli, you... what kind of scarf do you like?"

When this question is asked in this situation, it is easy for people to think of something.

Rong Li's cold black eyes stared at her, and there seemed to be some kind of emotion flashing in his eyes. Under his warm and expectant gaze, he said, "I never have to."

Warm and full of enthusiasm, it's like someone poured cold water on your head.

he does not like.

Then does she still want to give it to him?

Rong Li didn't know what she was thinking. He pinched the soft ball of thread and a ball of heat gradually rose up in his lower abdomen.

He hadn't touched her for many days, so her menstrual period should have been over by now.

The feeling of being a man came very quickly. Rong Li's eyes darkened. He threw all the things at the end of the bed and let out a warm "Yeah". He wanted to check whether the fruits of his labor had been destroyed. Rong Li quickly threw the

She was pressed down.

"Are you... okay?"

Wenxin didn't understand what he meant, "What?"

Rong Li gritted his teeth, his eyes turned red, and he moved his waist, his meaning was very obvious, "Are you okay?"

She could clearly feel the change in him, the warmth and understanding, and a coquettish red color spread all over her body. She lowered her eyelashes and was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to answer.

The beauty was in his arms, as shy as an epiphyllum in bud, so tempting, so alluring, but she didn't give a clear answer. Rong Li's muscles tensed, and he pinched her softness like punishment, "What on earth are you doing?"

Done yet?"

If he holds it in any longer, he will definitely explode!

"It hurts——!" He actually pinched her, Wen Wenxin was extremely embarrassed and said angrily with her watery eyes open.

Rong Li's patience was exhausted.

No matter, let’s kiss enough first and then talk.

The man pressed her down with overwhelming wolf kisses, making her babble so warmly that she couldn't say a word. As for her little struggle, Rong Li easily controlled it.

"Say it quickly!" Rong Li's voice was about to get angry as he kissed her with lingering thoughts.

Wen Xin was about to cry when she was chased by a man and asked if her aunt had left, and it was just to do that. Knowing that he would not let her go tonight, Wen Xin covered her eyes with her hands and did not look at his face, speaking in a voice like

I squeezed out two words in a whisper.

To a man, these two words are like sounds of nature, "Okay..."

Desire | Desire was like a volcano erupting in an instant, sweeping through every cell in the body. Rong Li pulled down her soft little hand and pressed a kiss on her forehead, "Be good——"

****

After a night of high-intensity physical exercise, I was so tired that I was shaking when I walked the next day. My legs were so sore that I couldn't listen to the instructions of my brain at all.
To be continued...