Bai ran wipes his face and finds that it can't be wiped clean at all. He goes to Quan Rui's arms and wipes all Nai oil on his white shirt.
"Well, don't wipe it." Quan Rui pulls her apart and prepares to take her upstairs to wash up.
"Didn't you teach me that? Just wipe it She was so angry that she would not give up.
"Bairan, I said no wiping!" He was trying to scare her with a straight face.
However, Bai ran was not afraid of him at all. He did not listen to his threat. He grabbed a handful of Nai oil and threw it on him. He said defiantly, "don't wipe it, don't throw it if you don't say so!"
Quan Rui, "..."
Why didn't he notice that she was so naughty?
However, naughty enough cute, he likes!
Night, Zhengnong!
The two people in the kitchen fight and make noise, time passes faster and faster.
After laughing, they went upstairs to wash.
Nai oil is really challenging Quanrui's limit.
If the ordinary person, may be able to bear this, but he has a cleanliness addiction.
If the person around him is not Bai ran, if he is anyone else, he will be furious
His strangers are not close to him. He is only immune to bairan.
Put on a nightgown, Quan Rui wiped his wet short hair with a towel in one hand, and walked slowly to the bedroom and study There is no white dye.
Curiously follow the stairs to the first floor.
As soon as I went down, I found a dark area downstairs.
Quan Ruili frowned.
When did the servant turn off the light?
Just thinking, walking through the corner of the stairs, Quan Rui's eyes suddenly shrink.
There was no light downstairs, but at the end of the stairs, a road was lit with colorful candles, which was spread on the ground.
Besides, there are also some balloons in the shape of peach hearts.
Quan Rui almost held his breath and walked along the road paved with colorful candles step by step.
At the end of the road is a small cake on the tea table.
It's the one Bai ran made just now.
There was a candle on it, and it said happy birthday.
For a moment, Quan Rui felt that his mind suddenly burst out of colorful fireworks, shaking people almost can't open.
The sight moves slowly, see the white dye that slants on the sofa to fall asleep.
She had already taken a bath and changed into a loose pajama.
Her long wavy hair fell down, making her face smaller.
There is no light in the room, there is a weak candle light on her body, soft like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale.
She
She prepared it all, didn't she?
Make him a cake, celebrate his birthday
Must be very tired, so leaning on the sofa, unconsciously fell asleep.
She cares so much about her birthday that she must want to spend it with him.
Looking back and seeing the cake in front of him, Quan Rui is also interested.
Take a look at the time, 23:57.
Today is not over.
He was also sitting on the sofa, gazing at the words "Happy Birthday" written in jam on the cake.
Her heart, he felt.
Happy birthday, Quan Rui.
Although no one sang happy birthday song, Quan Rui blew the candle and cut a small piece of cake himself and tasted it.
In the past, when these things were put in front of him, he refused.
But today
I had a taste.
Sweet but not greasy, leisurely fragrance, silk soaked heart and spleen.
It seems, not bad?