She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

"Well......"

Shen Weicang's hands were still groping for the red rope, and he didn't hear Fu Yancang's breathing becoming heavier. The force that was originally around her arms suddenly moved down to her waist.

She was forced to stand on tiptoe and looked at Fu Yancang with a confused look on her face.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, her palm just pressed against Fu Yancang's chest, her eyes slightly opened: "Yancang, what are you doing?"

Fu Yancang exhaled: "Cangcang, what are you doing pinching and scratching me? It makes me so itchy."

"I'm opening presents," Shen Weicang said matter-of-factly, "How can I open presents without doing anything?"

She struggled slightly, and Fu Yancang held her hands tighter: "You don't have to open it yourself, you can open the gift yourself."

As he said that, he let go of her and put his hands behind his back to unbutton them.

This posture made his chest muscles even tighter, and Shen Weicang couldn't help but raise his hand and touch it: "Yan Cang, why did you suddenly think of wearing this?"

"Of course I want to give Cang Cang some freshness. Love needs freshness. I'm afraid that Cang Cang will get tired of me and look for another man. What should I do?"

Of course, I want to use this holiday to take Cang Cang one step further. As long as I climb into bed with him, my position will be irreplaceable.

Shen Weicang came over and kissed him on the chin: "You are the one I love the most, why would I look for another man."

She looked at Fu Yancang expectantly, but after a long while, he didn't put his hands down and they remained behind his back.

"..."

Shen Weicang was speechless. Did Fu Yancang think that this posture could seduce her, so he deliberately delayed time?

The biggest advantage of this dress is that it feels better than nothing. It is only suitable to be worn for a few minutes. No matter how seductive the posture is, she cannot touch the skin underneath.

Shen Weicang was originally in high spirits, but now he was a little disappointed: "Yan Cang, you take your time to untie first, I'm going to take a shower."

"gray......"

Fu Yancang said in an awkward voice: "Wait."

Shen Weicang snorted lightly, turned his back to him and didn't look back: "What are you doing? Now you finally know not to keep me hanging? It's too late. I'm not interested in looking at the gifts now."

"no......"

Fu Yancang said with some lack of confidence: "Can you help me untie it? It's tied too tightly and I can't untie it. My fingers are squeezed by the rope..."

Shen Weicang turned around in astonishment: "What?"

"My wrist is a little twisted, Cang Cang, help me untie it before I go take a shower."

Fu Yancang lowered his head, not daring to even look at Shen Weicang. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he would still feel embarrassed when encountering such a thing. At this moment, he felt his ears were burning.

Shen Weicang widened his eyes and walked over to look at his back. Fu Yancang subconsciously turned his body to the side, not wanting her to see him like this.

It would be fine if I was so unlucky at ordinary times, but it would be good to make Cang Cang laugh.

But tonight he wanted to seduce someone but failed, and ended up in this embarrassing situation. For the first time in his life, Fu Yancang experienced what it felt like to be embarrassed.

Shen Weicang tried hard to hold back his laughter and pretended to be angry: "Yan Cang, didn't you ask me to help you untie it? Why don't you let me see it now? Are you trying to make fun of me?"

She was about to walk out as she spoke: "Why are you looking for me when you can untie it yourself? You even tricked me into sleeping in your room, so go to sleep by yourself!"

Fu Yancang hurriedly stepped forward and said:

"No, Cang Cang, I really can't untie it. Please help me. I was just too embarrassed just now. You know, I'm shy."

Shen Weicang's mood and expression were as complicated as each other. Who was thin-skinned? Fu Yancang?

She snorted and stood in front of him: "How come I didn't know you were thin-skinned? I thought you were quite thick-skinned."

Fu Yancang quickly blocked the door. No matter how thick-skinned he was, it only meant that his threshold was high, not that he had no shame at all.

If someone saw me like this, I would be unworthy of being a human being.

Shen Weicang walked behind him. If Fu Yancang hadn't said that his fingers were entangled, just looking at the faintly visible muscle lines on his arms and back would have been quite impressive.

She stretched out her hand to grope for the knot, but it was too tight. She only felt a knot. Fu Yancang cried out, "Cangcang, my hand hurts."

Shen Weicang patted his arm unhappily: "Don't bother me."

She leaned forward to take a closer look, only to find that Fu Yancang had actually tied a knot.

"Where are the scissors?" She was a little speechless. "Are you stupid? Why are you trying to untie a knot by yourself? You deserve to have your hands tied and unable to move."

Fu Yancang's face turned red, and he lowered his head like a punching bag: "In the desk drawer."

Shen Weicang brought the scissors over and said, "Don't move. I won't be responsible if you get cut."

Fu Yancang uttered a "hmm" in a voice as thin as a mosquito, and then he felt the cold pair of scissors touching the skin of his back.

The shirt was so thin that it was negligible. The cold feeling made him hold his breath suddenly. The room was so quiet that he could hear Shen Weicang's breathing and the sound of the scissors slowly cutting the rope.

Finally, at a moment, Fu Yancang felt relieved. His arm was already a little numb, and he carefully pulled it back from behind. His wrist was broken and painful.

Shen Weicang noticed with sharp eyes that his chest muscles had turned red, and was about to reach out to touch them with ill intentions, but Fu Yancang lowered his head and turned away.

He returned to the bed dejectedly, lifted the quilt without saying a word, crawled in, and wrapped himself up.

"Yan Cang, what's wrong with you!"

Shen Weicang deliberately chased after him, shouting loudly and trying to lift his quilt: "Are you not feeling well?!"

Fu Yancang was very strong and he pulled the quilt hard from inside, and she couldn't open it no matter how hard she tried.

Seeing that he couldn't beat him, Shen Weicang stood aside and said, "Oh, Fu Yancang, you pushed me. My feet hurt. You're going too far!"

Fu Yancang suddenly became anxious and quickly lifted the quilt: "Cangcang, did you fall? Let me see where you are hurt?"

As soon as he sat up, Shen Weicang rushed over: "Hahaha! You were fooled by me!"

Fu Yancang was somewhat helpless. He hugged her tightly, but she still dragged him down and made him fall into the bed: "Cangcang, don't scare me like this in the future."

Shen Weicang put her hands on his shoulders. Her bun was a little messy, with a lot of hair falling on her cheeks.

Fu Yancang looked up at her. Even though she was backlit, her eyes seemed to be sparkling.

"Yan Cang, why are you so stupid? Why do you tie a knot?"

As she wished, she touched the red skin that was strangled. Her slender white fingers gently stroked Fu Yan's pale and red chest muscles, bringing an unignorable itch and a slight pain, causing him to tremble a little.

Fu Yancang was a little embarrassed to say it, but seeing that she was looking at him so seriously, he couldn't help but tell her all the stupid things he had done:

"I was going to tie a bow, but it's at the back so I can't see it, and it's too high up, so it's too loose when I tie it, so it won't look good."

Shen Weicang couldn't help laughing again:

"Yan Cang, don't you know that gifts should not be tied too tightly? Fortunately, this gift is for me. If it were someone else, they would have been impatient a long time ago."

Fu Yancang was deeply moved. Cangcang was actually still comforting herself. She didn't even despise the stupid things she had done.

He pursed his lips and held his hand out to Shen Weicang with some grievance: "Cangcang, my wrist hurts too, can you help me massage it too?"

Shen Weicang was a little confused: "What?"

She was clearly taking advantage of him, but this man actually thought she was helping him relieve the pain.

She rolled her eyes, grabbed his wrist with both hands and pressed it up: "What's the use of just pinching? I'll help you with a better way."

Fu Yancang's heart was pounding, and he could no longer hear what she said. All he could see was her moving closer to him.