After Transmigration, The Male Lead and I had a HE

His fingers brushed against the depression in his collarbone, and the other hand pulled the shirt slightly, exposing a corner of the shirt that was bound inside, and walked towards her, “Aren’t the previous methods no longer working?

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, leaned closer and looked down at her, and said expressionlessly, “Then please Your Majesty, see if this method has improved a bit now. Hmm?”

The ending sound rose slightly, and he even slightly raised the hem of the shirt, revealing a corner of the V line that spread into the waistband of his trousers.

Although his waist was thin, it looked strong, without a trace of fat.

At first glance, it was a unique advantage in that respect.

With this figure in the past, if he were a young lady, he would probably be very favored.

Su Qiuge looked away immediately, sweeping away these messy thoughts in her mind.

Then it landed on the gift that Han Ming had told them they had to unwrap together.

She immediately changed the subject and said, “Then, what, do you want to see what birthday present Han Ming gave you?”

“He said that there is something for me too. To be honest, I am quite looking forward to it.”

Xie Xinglin paused slightly, his eyes shifted to the exquisite gift box on the table, and the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch, a little dissatisfied with her interruption.

Seeing that he stopped talking, she unwrapped the outer packaging of the gift box. Inside was a black square box with a golden logo on it, which looked very tall at first glance.

Thinking about it while unpacking, she didn’t expect Han Ming to not hold grudges. Last time she gave him a box of generic prep books on his birthday, this time, he even brought her a present when he gave Xie Xinglin a gift.

Damn, it looked like she had to treat Han Ming a little better in the future.

After all, it was not easy for him.

This thought completely disappeared after she opened the gift box and saw what was inside.

Inside the black box lay a set of pure gold…

Handcuffs.

Su Qiuge cursed eighteen generations of Han Ming’s ancestors for a while, then quickly closed the box, turned her head, and met Xie Xinglin’s gaze.

The other party’s scorching eyes fell on her, leaving her with nowhere to escape the emerging sense of shame. When she was at a loss, he said lightly, “I didn’t expect Qiuqiu to like this style.”

His tone was a little weird, which made people get goosebumps all over.

Like… like this my ass!

He approached, took out the handcuffs from the box, put the key in his palm, and played with it carefully, then stared at her and said in a hoarse voice, “Since Qiuqiu likes it, why don’t you try?”

Her face turned red all of a sudden, and she ran to the sofa as if fleeing and sat in the corner of the sofa. Only then did she realize that her reaction just now was really bad.

She pursed her lips tightly and pretended not to care, “You are the only one interested in this kind of trick.”

The other party’s expression was hidden in the junction of light and shadow in the living room. Hearing what she said, he let out a low laugh.

The crisp sound of handcuffs colliding came along with his footsteps.

“It seems that Qiuqiu knows a lot about this?”

She choked slightly, not knowing whether to answer or not. At this time, the other party had already approached and knelt on one knee on the cushion above the living room, looking up at her.

From this angle, the seductive curvature of his collarbone inside his open collar could be seen more clearly. He looked up at her, and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down, “Then, you teach me?”

Obviously, he was looking up at her in such a humble posture, but somehow, he brought a strong sense of oppression.

She couldn’t help curling her toes, and her heart beat faster and faster.

Then she leaned towards the back of the sofa, but her eyes fell on the handcuffs on his palm.

She tried to calmly say, “Have you ever seen those queens who take the initiative to teach male pets? Do you want me to teach you how to do things? Are you not good enough? If you are not good enough, just don’t come. If you are so stupid again, I will get angry.”

Perhaps he was a little tainted with alcohol, and the arcs at the end of his eyes looked charming. Hearing what she said, he unhurriedly handcuffed a handcuff on his wrist, handed the other hand to her, and leaned closer. He let out a low laugh in his throat, “I was too stupid to make the queen unhappy, so the queen locked me up.”

Su Qiuge’s hand was held by him, and a cold and delicate key was placed in her hand as if giving her the power of life and death.

He got closer, straightened up slightly from below, and pushed her back down on the sofa. She couldn’t help but kick him but still couldn’t help but find herself face-to-face with him.

Her breath began to become a little disordered, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated a lot.

He was still calm and composed. His eyes were dark, his hands were tightly bound by handcuffs, he was speaking the most humble words, and his posture was as humble as being unworthy of kissing her skirts, but he was giving a sense of oppression.

He became her captive.

But his gaze was like a condescending eagle coveting raw meat, the look in his eyes almost made one’s bones go limp, and his voice was terribly hoarse as he rasped, “Punish me well.”