Speaking of this, Yang Ruoqing felt a little embarrassed.

Seventeen years old is just a small birthday.

It is neither one year old nor thirty-six, 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 personally 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 Xiaoyu 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. At this moment, his eyes and brows were filled with endearment.

"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, you, 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 time of making chicken cakes.

Could it be...?

Yang Ruoqing's breath tightened and she 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 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 we can eat chicken cake." Luo Fengtang said.

"good!"

She let go of him, put her hands together in front of her chin, and closed her eyes lightly.

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 heart.

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 you eat it all?

Luo Fengtang looked 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. I will send some to my relatives and friends at home tomorrow to make sure they are all eaten."

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily: "Good idea."

After eating the cake, Yang Ruoqing smiled when faced with someone's 'beautiful man trick' when she got to bed.

She crossed her arms in front of her and leaned against the vertical cabinet over there, "Hey, what are you doing?"

The collar of Luo Fengtang's white slutty clothes was loose, revealing a streak of wheat-colored skin on her chest.

The sleeves were also rolled up to the crooks of the arms, and the body was lazily lying on its back, with its arms supporting the quilt underneath.

The muscles on those arms are strong, plump, and have smooth lines, which are very attractive.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, the corners of Luo Fengtang's lips curled up.

"Isn't it okay? It's my wife's birthday. Can I give myself to you as a gift?" 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 Baby 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, my 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 scent was overwhelming.

It's wild, explosive but also filled 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.

He has a rosy complexion, shiny black hair, and bright eyes, looking forward 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.

After hearing this, Yang Ruoqing looked at herself in the mirror, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she looked 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, and like a little girl."

"When I'm with you, I want to protect you like a sister."
Chapter completed!