At this point, Yang Ruoqing felt a little embarrassed.
Seventeen years old is just a small birthday.
It's not one year old, nor is it the thirty-sixth year of standing, nor is it the sixtieth birthday.
My mother and mother-in-law treated me so grandly, which really made her, a junior, very embarrassed!
However, kindness is hard to refuse, and accepting it is the best feedback to them.
At noon, Tuoba Xian refused to let Yang Ruoqing enter the kitchen and cooked a table of dishes with northern characteristics to celebrate Yang Ruoqing's birthday.
Aunt Wang Cuilian also rolled out a bowl of longevity noodles for Yang Ruoqing.
At night at Sun's side, Sun made another table of Yang Ruoqing's favorite dishes, and invited Xiao Yaxue and Xiao Yu over. Everyone had a lively birthday.
When she returned to her room before going to bed, Yang Ruoqing came out of the shower room, only to see that the bedroom was dark and all the candles were out.
"What's going on? Why are all the candles extinguished? They were still on when I went in to take a shower."
Surprised in her heart, Yang Ruoqing walked towards the table and reached out to touch the fire seal placed on the table.
Suddenly, she touched something and was surprised.
At this moment, the light in the room brightened, and Luo Fengtang suddenly appeared in front of him.
He was also holding a large chicken cake in his hand, with a red candle on top.
The candlelight flickered, reflecting his handsome face, and his eyes and brows were filled with endearment at this moment.
"Qing'er, happy birthday." He smiled.
The gentle voice is extremely magnetic and seductive.
"Wow……"
Yang Ruoqing was surprised and happy. Seeing that he had done nothing strange all day long, she thought he...
I didn't expect that there was still such a big surprise.
Wait a moment……
"Tangyazi, how do you know how to make this kind of chicken cake?" she asked.
Tang Yazi, who did not have amnesia, was very good at it, but now Tang Yazi has lost his memory. Although he has been recovering his memory, the progress has not returned to the stage of making cakes.
Could it be...?
Yang Ruoqing took a deep breath and suddenly became excited.
Luo Fengtang seemed to know what she was thinking, and nodded with a smile.
"I remembered more things, about meat buns, about chicken cakes, about roses, and the promise I said I would make chocolate for you in the future but haven't fulfilled it yet," he said.
Yang Ruoqing bit her lip and couldn't hold it in any longer, so she rushed over and hugged him.
He held the cake in one hand and used one hand to caress her back.
"I want a hug. I'll let you hug me until I get to bed."
"Come on, follow the rules and make a wish first, blow out the candles, and then let's eat chicken cake." Luo Fengtang said.
"good!"
She let go of him, folded her hands in front of her chin, and closed her eyes.
What are you wishing for?
If it were her previous life, she wouldn't have had any big wishes.
It means living, performing tasks, and satisfying one's sense of accomplishment with the completion of tasks.
Family affection?
love?
Friendship?
No.
But now, she has become so greedy, and has too many wishes, about family ties, about love, about friendship...
Taking a deep breath, she silently recited her wish in her mind.
Then, he opened his eyes and blew out the candle in front of him in one breath.
When the lanterns in the room lit up again, Yang Ruoqing looked at the chicken cakes on the table in front of her, dumbfounded.
"Oh my god, did you make this cake based on our footbath?" She teased with a smile.
It’s so big, can it be eaten all?
Luo Fengtang glanced at her with a smile and said: "You like to eat chicken cakes, so I made a little more. It won't be a problem if you can't finish them all. I will send some to my relatives and friends at home tomorrow to make sure they are all finished."
Yang Ruoqing nodded happily: "Good idea."
After eating the cake, Yang Ruoqing smiled when faced with someone's 'beautiful man trick' on the bed.
She crossed her arms in front of her and leaned against the vertical cabinet over there, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Luo Fengtang's white shirt collar was loose, revealing a streak of wheat-colored skin on his chest.
The sleeves were also rolled up to the crooks of the arms, and the body was lazily leaning back, with the arms supporting the quilt underneath.
The muscles on the arms are strong and full, with smooth lines, which is very attractive.
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, the corners of Luo Fengtang's lips curled up.
"No, it's my wife's birthday. I can give myself to you as a gift, okay?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing was shocked by his words.
When did this guy become so naughty?
She suddenly remembered that when she was about to go to bed, she originally wanted the baby to sleep with her.
Unexpectedly, I went to the kitchen to bring dishes and chopsticks, and when I came back, I saw that Baobao Luo had gone to bed with Tuoba Xian.
Now, Yang Ruoqing suddenly understood that it must be him again.
In a daze, the light in front of his eyes suddenly dimmed.
When she came back to her senses, he had already carried her onto the bed. He pressed her down, placed his hands on both sides of her body, and looked at her condescendingly.
"The gift has been delivered to your mouth. Wife, don't you have the urge to eat it?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing smiled: "You stinky man, I can't eat it!"
He smiled, leaned down against her delicate earlobe, and blew a gentle breath of hot air.
It was itchy and numb, and she shivered slightly, as if she had been given an electric shock.
His low, seductive voice sounded in her ears: "I washed myself clean, and it doesn't stink at all."
Then, he waved his long arm, and the candle on the table went out with a pop.
The weight on her body suddenly increased, and the familiar masculine aura filled the air.
Wild, explosive but with care and tenderness.
That night, he sweated profusely and took her to the peak of pleasure again and again...
…
The next day, when Yang Ruoqing got up and washed herself, she looked at herself in the bronze mirror.
The face is ruddy, the hair is black, and the eyes are bright and full of energy.
"Qing'er, I think you are a little different from when you were a girl before."
Luo Fengtang came behind her, picked up the wooden comb on the dressing table, and gently combed Yang Ruoqing's black hair.
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing looked at herself in the mirror, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, looking in a very good mood.
"Really? Why didn't I feel it?" she asked.
Looking at the man standing behind her in the bronze mirror, she asked, "Tell me, what's different? Has he become ugly?"
Luo Fengtang shook his head, "It's not that it's become ugly, it's that it's become more beautiful."
"Oh?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.
"So, I wasn't good-looking before?" she asked again.
Luo Fengtang quickly shook his head.
"It used to be one kind of good-looking, but now it's another kind of good-looking, two kinds of good-looking, different." He said.
"Really? Please tell me more details, I'm confused!" she said.
Luo Fengtang leaned down slightly, his face close to hers, and they looked at the person in the bronze mirror together.
"You used to be smart, good-looking, like a little girl."
"When I'm with you, I want to protect you like a sister."
"You are becoming more and more feminine now. If I look at you more often, I can't help but feel warm in my lower abdomen." He said. (If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please go to m.)
