Madam is a rebel, please surrender quickly

The sofa sagged deeply.

Qiao Yichen's strong and powerful arms were placed on both sides of Su Zhixing's head.

His strong chest pressed against her tightly, holding her tightly, making it impossible for her to push him away.

But he leaned to one side, as if to protect her abdomen and deliberately not to press the baby in her belly.

Su Zhixing closed her eyes in annoyance. Was she subconsciously trying to clear his name?

And she had to thank him for taking such good care of her belly?

"Qiao Yichen, I'm saying this for the last time, get out of here!"

"No!"

As Qiao Yichen spoke, he bent his right arm and passed it under the woman's slender white neck, trapping the woman's soft body tighter in his warm arms.

"Don't you feel comfortable holding me like this, huh?"

"Where do you feel comfortable?"

Su Zhixing's jade-white face flushed pink because of anger.

"Qiao Yichen, you feel comfortable, but do you feel comfortable being pressed down by a 1.9-meter-tall man like you? Imagine if you were pressed down by a big buffalo, would you feel comfortable?"

"Comparing me to a water buffalo? Su Zhixing, are you thinking too highly of me?"

Not only was Qiao Yichen not annoyed, a low laugh was still echoing in his chest.

Just now, he saw Qiao Chi and Su Zhixing whispering in the banquet hall, and he was filled with jealousy.

But the moment Su Zhixing offered to help him go to the room to rest, all his anger and jealousy disappeared!

He now felt happy both physically and mentally, and his mood was so good that he was flying.

Qiao Yichen smiled, and his powerful heartbeat came through more clearly.

Su Zhixing suddenly felt her whole body go limp.

It happens every time!

Her willpower was no match for him.

In order to hide her physiological changes, Su Zhixing yelled at him fiercely.

"Qiao Yichen, are you done yet? Have you forgotten that you just bullied me in the car? If you are too strong in this area, I can make you impotent so that you will never have the desire again!"

"Shh! Stop saying those angry words. Do you want me to become disabled?"

Qiao Yichen pressed on the woman's delicate lips several times.

"I just wanted to give Mr. Zhang a birthday gift, but you insisted on asking me to get a room. In order to respect my woman's wishes, I have no choice but to cooperate and satisfy you, ok?"

"Who wants you to be satisfied?"

Su Zhixing turned her face away stubbornly, resisting the kiss.

"If you weren't drunk, would I have brought you to the guest room?"

Qiao Yichen explained seriously,

"I'm not drunk. I was sober before I came here, and there's not much alcohol in my blood. Otherwise, why would I drive here by myself, huh?"

"Are you sober?" Su Zhixing widened her eyes in surprise.

She knew that when Qiao Yichen said there was no alcohol in the blood, that meant there was no alcohol.

This is a basic quality of a medical expert.

He definitely tested the alcohol content in his body before driving to the birthday party.

But this made Su Zhixing even angrier.

"Qiao Yichen, since you are not drunk, why are you pretending to be drunk and asking me to take out your birthday gift from your trouser pocket?"

"The birthday gift is really in my trouser pocket, but you guys don't believe me and insist that I'm drunk. If you don't believe me, feel it yourself."

As Qiao Yichen spoke, he suddenly grabbed the woman's hand and pressed it down to her waist.

This action came too suddenly, Su Zhixing was startled, her cheeks flushed and she retracted her hand in panic.

"You...you...what are you going to do?"

Although he crushed her for a while, fortunately he didn't do anything to her.

So, she had basically let her guard down.

But now, he wants to go further?

The curve of Qiao Yichen's mouth suddenly deepened, "Pfft! Xingxing, what are you thinking about?"

He poked the woman's head with his long, bony fingers. "I just want to hold you quietly."

As he spoke, Qiao Yichen grabbed Su Zhixing's small hand again and slowly moved down without any resistance.

Su Zhixing blushed, her heart beat fast, and her breathing became rapid.

Unconsciously, she felt that she was being led by the nose again.

Just when she thought her palm was about to be pressed where it shouldn't be, suddenly, her little hand was pressed into Qiao Yichen's trouser pocket.

"What is this?" Su Zhixing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

There was actually something in his trouser pocket.

"Brother, is the birthday gift really in your trouser pocket?"

"Of course it's true. Who told you not to believe me? When did I, Qiao Yichen, ever say anything boring?"

Qiao Yichen lowered his handsome face, buried it in the woman's neck and took a deep breath.

With a little bit of coquettish meaning.

"Are you blaming me?" Su Zhixing raised her hand and gently stroked the man's black head buried in her neck.

His short, stiff hair remained the same, with a slight scent of shampoo.

It's the flavor she likes.

Su Zhixing had to admit that Qiao Yichen was being intimate with her by hugging her and clinging to her.

She didn't reject it, she even liked it.

If she could just hold him like this forever and do nothing, she wouldn't push him away.

"Brother, what is the birthday gift? It's a bit flat and hard, and weird." Su Zhixing's curiosity was aroused.

Before, Qiao Yichen always leaned sideways, so she didn't feel anything in his trouser pocket.

She wanted to see what kind of birthday gift could be put in his trouser pocket and brought over without making people think he was being disrespectful?

Su Zhixing reached into Qiao Yichen's trouser pocket, swept it around with her fingertips, and touched a small metallic object.

The small metal object was probably heated by the man's hot body temperature and was a little hot to the touch.

Su Zhixing didn't notice that she was taking small items out of the man's trouser pocket.

Qiao Yichen let out a low groan from the bottom of his throat.

Then, a blush quickly appeared on his fair and handsome face.

In the blink of an eye, his jade-like earlobes turned red enough to bleed.

Su Zhixing didn't notice at all that the man had become dangerous, and instead focused her attention on the "birthday gift in her pocket".

She curiously pulled out an antique brass key.

The dull bronze luster of the key seems to tell the story of years, and the delicate patterns seem to be engraved with ancient stories.

"Brother, the key is an antique, why doesn't it come with an exquisite gift box? How could I have expected that you would put the birthday gift in your pocket and come to give it to me?"

As Su Zhixing spoke, she vaguely felt that something was bothering her again.

Because Qiao Yichen was crushing her with his body tilted, she felt unclear.

"Brother, you wouldn't put the box in another trouser pocket, right? Let me see it?"

Su Zhixing said, and reached out her hand again to the place that was bothering her...