He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Blow out the candles.

Cut the cake.

Mo Beichen usually doesn't like sweets, but since his wife Shushu made it herself, he ate a small piece of it out of courtesy.

Qiao Wangshu immediately took out the gift he had prepared and handed it to him, looking at him expectantly: "Want to open it and take a look?"

Mo Beichen took it and said, "I like everything you give me."

Qiao Wangshu urged, "Open it and take a look."

She said so.

Mo Beichen naturally didn't want to disappoint her, so he opened the gift box and took the gift in his hand with his bony fingers: "Tie?"

"Yeah." Qiao Wangshu raised his eyebrows at him, deliberately put his hands together and waved them in front of his eyes.

The day she was reborn, she lay beside him with her hands tied.

The other end of the tie was held firmly in his hand.

It was also that day that her attitude towards him began to change.

Shake.

It has been almost a year since she was reborn.

The relationship between them now is full of love and affection, like honey.

Their wedding will be in less than two months.

It was the first time that Qiao Wangshu celebrated his birthday and also the first time he gave him a birthday present.

After much thought, there is nothing more meaningful or appropriate than this.

The images overlap.

Like fragments of time.

Mo Beichen thought about that day, and understood his Shushu's hint. If it were before, he would be very afraid when she would mention what happened that night. That night, he took her by force. He himself couldn't tell when he began to have confidence in their relationship. Perhaps it was because she doted on him too much, and gave him enough sense of security. When the old things were brought up again, he was not afraid at all, but shy to the point that his ears turned red and his voice became hoarse: "Let's go walk the dog first."

Qiao Wangshu was happy.

Ever since this guy got the meat, his face has become thicker and thicker.

I'm actually shy!

It’s rare.

Qiao Wangshu used a soft and tender tone to tease with a hint of meaning: "Achen, do you like it?"

Mo Beichen was a little dizzy because of her teasing.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Qiao Wangshu curled his lips and said deliberately, "I've been thinking about this birthday gift for a long time, and I thought you would like it. If you don't like it, forget it. I was thinking about trying this tie together tonight..."

Let’s try it together.

How to try?

Self-explanatory!

"I like it." Mo Beichen said hurriedly, "I like it very much. I will try it when I return to the room."

The sky outside the window is full of red clouds.

The setting sun covers the earth with a layer of golden orange.

Gorgeous.

Mo Beichen and Qiao Wangshu held hands, with Xiao Tuantuan following them with her tongue hanging out, as they walked in the garden to help digest their food.

Xiao Tuantuan is a sled dog, with a snow-white body and long, thick hair. In recent days, the weather in Beijing has been getting hotter and hotter, and Xiao Tuantuan has been getting lazier and lazier. It's too hot, and he's still wearing a mink coat. He can't walk a few steps without sticking out his tongue and panting loudly. His four big fat paws are strolling slowly, and he obviously doesn't want to walk or do business.

Mo Beichen's mind was full of Qiao Wangshu's hint, and he was absent-minded while taking a walk.

It's not dark yet.

The two returned to the bedroom.

Mo Beichen bent down impatiently and kissed Qiao Wangshu.

Qiao Wangshu teased him deliberately and pushed his chest: "Wait a minute, I'll go take a shower first."

It's still early.

Mo Beichen tugged at his tie fiercely and endured it.

Qiao Wangshu went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Mo Beichen couldn't wait for her to come out, so he went to his room next door, washed himself, came back wrapped in a bathrobe, and sat on the bed waiting for his wife.

Qiao Wangshu took a shower and blew his hair.

When she came out of the bathroom, she saw someone staring at her with shining eyes.

Qiao Wangshu smiled at him, then walked into the cloakroom, took out a white shirt and handed it to him: "Change into this."

Mo Beichen didn't quite understand his wife's train of thought.

Want to play formal paly?

That’s about right.

He changed it obediently.

Then Qiao Wangshu took the tie and slowly measured it around his neck.

The soft body pressed close to him.

Their bodies rubbed against each other vaguely.

The pleasant, light fragrance from her body wafted into his nose in waves, making him feel hot and uncomfortable all over.

Her two little hands were still constantly adjusting the angle of the tie.

Someone couldn't stand it anymore and leaned over to kiss her.

Qiao Wangshu shrank his neck back, deliberately stepped back, and deliberately delayed: "Why are you in such a hurry? We agreed to try on the tie."

She had been trying over and over for a long time.

It was obviously intentional.

The big devil was teased so much that he was unable to get up or down.

But she was addicted to such an interesting game and loved the way he let her control him.

As time passes by.

Mo Beichen's anger grew more and more intense.

The whole person is on the verge of losing control...

Qiao Wangshu finally took the tie off his neck.

He thought his young wife had had enough of the trouble.

But he watched her turn around and go back into the cloakroom, and took out another light blue shirt and handed it to him: "Try this one instead, I think the color of this tie is more suitable with this shirt..."

on purpose!

It's definitely intentional!

Mo Beichen had seen through her tricks long ago. He took the shirt she handed to him, threw it onto the carpet beside him, and then carried her up.

"Ah..." His action was so sudden that Qiao Wangshu screamed in fright.

Mo Beichen carried her and put her on the big bed, and forcefully snatched the tie from her hand. He grabbed her wrists, pushed her hands up, and swiftly tied her up with the tie. His dark eyes were stained with a dangerous and seductive red, and his low and mellow voice was hoarse and low to the extreme. The ending tone rose, dark and dangerous, and it was obvious that she had been teased too much: "Are you naughty again?"

Qiao Wangshu's hands were tied.

Looking at his expression, I knew I had messed up.

Just kidding.

Such a fool!

Qiao Wangshu took the initiative to move forward and kissed him on the lips, and said with a playful smile: "Hubby, happy birthday~"

Mo Beichen's pupils sank, his Adam's apple rolled, he leaned over and held her, pressed against her ear, and bit her round and small earlobe: "I'm very happy to have my wife by my side. Next, let's do something happier..."

A certain naughty kid brought it upon himself and his waist was in danger.

The Big Devil’s birthday.

Qiao Wangshu was particularly indulgent.

Various ambiguous noises in the bedroom continued until after one in the morning.

Qiao Wangshu was washed clean and lay in his arms. Her white fingertips slowly traced the superior angles of his jaw. The blush on her face had not yet faded, and she was particularly charming. Her voice was hoarse: "Hubby, I really like you. Tell me, can people not escape the law of true fragrance? What was I resisting when you came to my house to propose marriage?"

She sounded annoyed.

responded to her.

It was a lingering deep kiss from Mo Beichen.

Kissing and kissing.

His hands repeatedly moved around her waist...

Seems to be struggling.

Finally, I went in.

He buried his head in her neck, rubbing and biting her: "Wife..."

When Qiao Wangshu heard his tone, he knew he was thinking again, so he pushed his big head with his small hand: "Don't do that, I just finished taking a shower, I'm sleepy."

"Wash it again." His voice was already unclear, and it seemed that he had reached the limit of his patience.

"No..." Qiao Wangshu regretted what he had just said: "I just wanted to be affectionate with you after the incident. Why is that the only thing on your mind?"

The Great Devil stared at her face intently and said as a matter of course: "Isn't that more tender?"