Xuan Yingluo felt that all her tiredness was gone. At this moment, she received a birthday blessing by her lover’s side. It was very warm.
Xuan Yingluo hugged the pink and tender young master seven and sat on her lap. Then, she clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and began to make a wish.
At this moment, a group of people appeared outside the door. The person in front was a tall and handsome figure. The tip of that person’s shiny leather shoes paused, and his pair of deep and narrow eyes looked inside.
Today was Xuan Yingluo’s birthday. She did not wear the usual plain color, but a red cardigan. The red color made her beautiful little face look a little more magnificent. She was holding a small ball of sticky rice in her arms, her slender white fingers pressed together, making a sincere wish.
Zhou Yu stopped and looked at her with interest.
After Xuan Yingluo made her wish, everyone smiled and said, “Yingluo, quickly blow out the candles.”