That night was a special night for Lu Xingzhi; he treasured every minute and every second of it.
Lu Xingzhi had received the warmest birthday present from Jiang Yao, and she practically had to hold her waist to get out of bed the next day. When she went to wash her hands and saw herself in the mirror, she wanted to kill Lu Xingzhi.
"Your skin is delicate, and I did not use much strength." Lu Xingzhi wore a childlike expression on his face. He gently rubbed the back of her neck with his hand. "Get some ointment for it, or wear something softer. Don't rub it anymore."
"Dog." Jiang Yao pushed Lu Xingzhi. "Hurry up and make breakfast."
"I'll go now," Lu Xingzhi said, but his feet seemed to be motionless. He waited until Jiang Yao finished washing up before he followed her out.
After breakfast, Jiang Yao went out with Lu Xingzhi. They drove Lu Xingzhi's car, picked up Lin Wei and Mrs. Lin, and left for Mrs. Lin's mother's home.