Yes, he felt that he was so embarrassed that he actually asked her for a birthday gift.
Jin Yu's face became even paler, she bit her lower lip, stared blankly at the empty living room, and slowly turned around, like a slow shot in a movie.
The flower-like face is pale and desperate, sad and powerless.[
The gifts given to him by others were all so readily available.
She was the only one who stupidly made a cake.
At that time, she realized that what she had prepared was so inconspicuous.
Especially when she saw those cars, shares, and even limited edition items, she actually felt a sense of inferiority.
"Stop." Boqing finally spoke, with a cold voice, and stopped Jinyu's figure abruptly.
Her back was straight and straight.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to prepare it. I'll supply it to you tomorrow..." Jinyu turned his back to Boqing, raised his lips slightly, and curved a just right smile, "...okay?"
Boqing's face froze when she heard such words.
He clenched his hands, but finally pulled her back forcefully, picked her up, and walked upstairs with rapid strides.
Jinyu raised his eyes, just enough to see Boqing's tense chin.
It was obvious that he was full of anger.
He kicked the room open and threw her on the bed. He held her wrists with both hands and pressed them on top of her head. He lowered his head and kissed her deeply.
She was already restless, and being kissed and pressed by him like this, she was breathless for a moment, twisted her body, and tried to push him away.
"I'll replenish you, replenish you, okay?"
Her voice was trembling a little.
However, Boqing smiled slightly: "No need to make up for it, just give it to me."
His hand was a little strong, and he seemed to be a little eager, and he hurriedly took off her clothes.
Pressing her body, he whispered softly: "Why don't you dance with me? Why?"
