She actually doesn't care about her annual birthday. She used to celebrate it with Lin Dong and Ding Ding, and also passed it hastily at school. The reason why this year's 15th is so special is because she met this man again.
It was her first birthday with him.
She knew that this man was smart. He might have overheard the unintentional conversation between her and Ding Ding in the car that day. She even fantasized about what kind of birthday gift he would give her. She didn't need to say anything.
Expensive, as long as it is given by him, she will like it very much.
But a series of changes happened later, and she no longer looked forward to this birthday gift. She even regarded today as a dead end, and did not want to celebrate birthdays in the future, because birthdays would only remind her of the most painful things.
"Why are you sitting there stupidly? Why don't you hurry up and make a wish and eat cake."
Bei Chenxiao's big hand forced her to cover her eyes, urging, "Make a wish."
He usually doesn't believe in this kind of thing, but in order to please this little woman, he is willing to follow the procedures she likes.
Wen Tong slowly put her clasped hands on her chest.
In fact, she had already thought about her wish. She just hoped that their family of three could live together in peace.
Seeing her put down her hand, he took a piece of cake with a fork and put it into her mouth.
She stepped back and asked, "Did you do it?"
He nodded proudly.
The surprise on her face expanded infinitely, and a piece of cake was quickly stuffed into her slightly open mouth.
The cream was smooth and sweet, and the cake was soft and delicate. She didn't believe it was made by him.
Suddenly her beautiful eyes flashed, as if seeking confirmation.
He said: "Don't believe it? I will make another one for you tomorrow."
She thought that he, Beichenxiao, would not tell such a lie, so she believed him.
She chewed the cake in her mouth, and the sweet and greasy taste spread from her lips and teeth to the tip of her heart. At this moment, it seemed that all her unhappiness was melted away by the sweetness.
"Eat another piece." He put the cake to her mouth with his fork, and looked at her with his head tilted to her ear.
She opened her mouth obediently, but the cake in front of her changed and turned into his hot lips. A big hand clasped the back of her head, allowing her to get closer to him, and his long and flexible tongue spoke domineeringly to her.
They entangled each other, kissing her softly and heavily.
There was a faint fragrance of butter in her mouth, and he seemed to be devouring delicious food in the world, sucking it greedily.
She blushed and pushed him, but he held her hands back and kissed her deeper.
The kiss lasted for a long time, until she had difficulty breathing, her face turned red, and her eyes were misty, staring at him in anger and shyness.
He stretched out his long fingers and pressed her soft, slightly red lips, and said in a gorgeous and sexy voice, "Don't look so eager, time is coming."
Desire? Which eye did he see it with?
Wen Tong looked away, and he suddenly leaned over again, licking the corner of her lips with the tip of Wen Wen's tongue, which was stained with a little white cream. His flexible tongue curled and retracted, as if he had tasted something delicious, and he tasted it carefully.
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"You're so dirty." Wen Tong hurriedly took a piece of paper and wiped his mouth clean. He lowered his head and said with a blush on his face, "I'm going to see what Shaohui made just now."
When she stood up, he held her down and reminded her unhappily, "His name is Ling Shaohui."
She wanted to eat early, so she had to let this man do it, "I know, Ling Shaohui."
Only then did he let go with satisfaction.
Wen Tong picked up the half-cooked meal by Ling Shaohui and continued busy. Beichenxiao leaned against the door and looked at her like a supervisor.
She felt uncomfortable being looked at, so she threw an onion to him and said, "Peel it clean."
This bossy tone made him very unhappy, but he still walked over with two unsatisfactory legs, picked up the green onion and began to peel it.
Peeling off the outer coat of the green onion, revealing the white and tender heart inside, his eyes tightened as he stared at the green onion, as if he thought of something interesting.
She stretched out her little hand and said, "Peel another one."
He took the green onion and threw it on the cooking table. He took her hand and moved it to her chest. He said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to peel the green onion anymore. I want to..." His ambiguous eyes wandered to
She only wore a simple white T-shirt on her chest, with two beautifully shaped collarbones exposed under the slightly open center collar, "I want to take off my clothes."
Wen Tong was annoyed, this man could always say such embarrassing words anytime and anywhere, he was not ashamed at all.
"Beichen Xiao, please go away, you are not welcome in the kitchen."
Wen Tong pushed him out with force and closed the glass door with a bang.
Turning around, Wen Tong touched her hot face and stamped her feet angrily, showing off her little womanly attitude.
Through a layer of printed glass, Beichen Xiao naturally took this scene into his eyes. He raised the corners of his lips, tapped the glass door twice with his fingers, and said silently with his lips: "I'll peel it off at night."
Bang, a piece of tomato was thrown over and hit his face reflected in the glass door. Although it was separated by the glass, the tomato stuck to his eye in a funny way, making him look like a one-eyed dragon.
Bei Chenxiao hurriedly straightened up, touched his eyes that were not hit but seemed to be splashed with tomato juice, and complained complainingly, this woman is serious.
After successfully driving away the troublesome man, Wen Tong continued cooking her food.
The ingredients are all ready-made, and some ingredients have even been cut, so in no time, two Western-style fried steaks are ready.
Bei Chenxiao put down the newspaper in his hand, folded it and put it aside.
This is the second time I have eaten food made by her. The first time was that bowl of noodles on that rainy night six years ago.
He still can't forget the taste of the hot bowl of noodles. She sat across the table and asked him with a smile, "Beichen Xiao, is it delicious?"
He looked at her as if he saw another person. She always fished out the noodles for him, drank the soup by herself, and then asked him, "Axiao, is it delicious?"
It turns out that no matter how much time passes, some people and some tastes have remained unchanged forever, and no one else can replace them.
The tender steak is medium-rare. Cut a piece and put it in your mouth. The aroma of the barbecue spreads to every taste bud in your mouth, swirling around in it, and the original taste of the beef is brought into full play.
Beichen Xiao rarely praised him with satisfaction, "Not bad, he is at the level of a master."
Wen Tong was cutting the steak silently, without his leisurely elegance. She had been thinking about why he suddenly appeared and acted as if nothing had happened. He had seen her in bed with his own eyes before.
That posture.
With Bei Chenxiao's personality, she would not take it as nothing, so she raised her head and looked at him in shock.