To The Lovely You

   When he said this, his eyes were fixed on her.

  Tonight she was wearing a pink dress, which made her little face more pink and tender. In fact, from the moment she just came in, he has been watching her secretly.

   I don't know if it's because of shyness, that little face is as red as a strawberry at the moment...

   Luo Yichen's eyes sank, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

   For some reason, Su Rourou felt that his gaze was a little too eager, as if he wanted to swallow her directly into his stomach like that strawberry.

   She turned her head in panic: "I delivered the gift...I...I'm going back!"

   However, just as she turned around, she was taken off the table by someone...

  How could Luo Yichen let her go? He locked her tightly in his arms and coaxed her into a low and **** voice: "You haven't told me happy birthday yet!"

  Su Rourou knew that if she didn't say anything tonight, she might not want to go back, so she could only say obediently, "Happy birthday!"

  Luo Yichen was dissatisfied: "Not sincere! You should look at me when you speak."

   Su Rourou's face was terrifyingly hot, and she was embarrassed to look up at him. She continued to bow her head, her snow-white teeth biting her rosy lower lip.

  Luo Yichen's eyes fell on her two delicate red lips, and her throat suddenly became a little dry.

   "Look up at me and say, darling." He squeezed out these words, stretched out his slender fingers and raised her small chin, forcing her to look at him.

  Su Rourou had to muster up the courage to look at him and said quickly, "Okay! Happy birthday!"

   Finished speaking, and soon lowered his eyes again. The long eyelashes were like two small fans, casting two heavy shadows on her fair skin.

  Luo Yichen's breathing became a little more rapid, and his voice became more hoarse and hoarse, with a nasal tone: "Then what?"

  Su Rourou still lowered her eyes: "Then, there is no more."

  Luo Yichen was unrelenting: "Do you want to express it? For example..."

   Having said that, his scorching fingertips caressed her face gently, followed by her lips.

   Outside the door, Li Juan's familiar footsteps sounded, as if walking through the corridor into a room next door.

  Su Rou Rou's heart skipped a beat, and she said tangled: "Luo Yichen, don't do this... The godmother is next door, it's not good to hear it."

Luo Yichen's movements did not stop because of this, and continued to rub her lips back and forth: "Today is my birthday, can't you take the initiative? I don't want much...as long as you are sincere kiss."

   Hearing the last word he said, Su Rourou's heart beat violently. She bit her lower lip teeth harder.

  No...no...no! She kept talking to herself.

  Luo Yichen suddenly groaned: "Hush...it hurts!"

  Su Rourou immediately became nervous: "What's the matter with you?"

Luo Yichen clutched his injured right elbow, frowned and said, "My injury has never been healed. In order not to worry you, I have been silently enduring pain in a corner where no one else is. I But I saved you again, shouldn't you be a little bit more expressive on my birthday? You unconscionable..."

   After he finished speaking, his thin red lips pursed slightly, as if in a fit of anger and as if he was asking for a kiss.

   When he said that, Su Rourou immediately felt a little guilty. She thought that she would never forget Luo Yichen's lonely and sad expression on the day of the basketball game.

   She gritted her teeth, stood on tiptoe, and slowly approached him...