61 Gift

Lian Jing held her hand and forced her to place it on his abs. His eyes were filled with mischief. "Why is your face so red? Are you feeling shy?"

Shen Yin glared at him resentfully and pulled her hand back. She chased him away angrily. "You can leave now."

Lian Jing ignored her impatient tone and patted her head. "Do you want to continue taking off my clothes or shall I kiss you?"

"You're shameless!" Shen Yin pushed his hand away and pouted subconsciously, looking as fierce as a kitten that had been bullied.

"Alright." Lian Jing did not want to push her too far, so he strode towards the door.

Shen Yin thought that he was finally going to leave, but to her surprise, when Lian Jing passed her, he grabbed her arm and pressed it behind her head. Then he kissed her gently between her eyebrows.

Before Shen Yin could flare up, Lian Jing pulled back and said dotingly, "Good night, my Yin Yin. I'm looking forward to my birthday present from."