Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Qianci heard such words from Li Sicheng, and her face was slightly red. In front of her, Li Sicheng’s eyes were dark like the galaxy, stunningly beautiful, and enough to mesmerize someone at a glance. Gazing at him, she stood on her toes and kissed his lips, like how he usually kissed her, gently… Li Sicheng did not move. Su Qianci felt a little discouraged. But then, she noticed his teasing gaze.
A bit annoyed, she put her feet down, but her waist was suddenly taken. His eyes were smiling and shining. He said in a low and gentle voice, “Continue.” Su Qianci, not willing, pouted and turned away. “Today is my birthday, Mrs. Li,” Li Sicheng said with a smile. He kissed her cheek and said, “Continue.”
Su Qianci blushed and whispered, “Go back to the room.” His smile widened, as he carried her and walked toward the house. “Let me down first. The children can’t see us like this.”
“Nothing bad here. Isn’t it perfectly normal for Dad to carry mom?” He whispered into her ear, “The children know that Dad should hug mom. Their thoughts are still pure.”
The implication was that Su Qianci’s thoughts were not pure? Her face was more red, as she gave him a stare and struggled to go down. However, Li Sicheng held her tighter and whispered, “Don’t move, or maybe I won’t be able to stop myself.”
Su Qianqiu was speechless. She blushed and lowered her head. “Thug!”
His voice was low and gentle, with an attraction that was hard to describe. Holding her, he picked up his pace and whispered, “I have always been like this. You like it too, don’t you?”
It was only 9 o’clock in the evening. The children and grandpa had all been sent to bed. Only her parents-in-law were still in the living room. The old couple were watching TV. They saw Li Sicheng holding Su Qianci, exchanged a look, and smiled.
Su Qianci’s face was so red that it was almost burning, and she buried her head into Li Sicheng’s chest, hitting him gently and urging, “Hurry up!” Li Sicheng smiled and walked toward the bedroom at the same pace.
Su Qianci reached out and opened the door of the room. After Li Sicheng walked in, he closed the door. But before she could lock up, she was carried inside by him. Upon entering the door, Li Sicheng saw the red rose on the bed. Li Sicheng chuckled, gently put her down, and whispered, “I didn’t expect you to be quite so romantic.”
Su Qianci looked at him with a blush with her arms still around his neck. She whispered, “In the Maldives, when we first arrived, did you put all the rose petals on the bed?” That was five years ago, when Grandpa forced her to go to the Maldives with Li Sicheng. When they first arrived at the hotel, Su Qianci saw a full bed of roses. It was very dense and very beautiful. That kind of roses were so expensive that it was unlikely for the hotel to spend that much on. Su Qianci only realized this fact in the past few days. Hearing her words, he chuckled, did not answer, lifted her up, and bowed his head to taste her red lips, pushing deeper and deeper…