Qiao Qing tightened her fists and said calmly, "Jun Yexuan, I can't accept that right now. Even though it's your birthday today, it's still a no!"
Her words made Jun Yexuan chuckle, "What are you thinking about? I'm not going to do anything to you."
Then, he pulled the blanket over both of them and embraced her, "Go to sleep."
Qiao Qing was a little hesitant but she didn't reject him. Before long, she drifted off.
In the middle of the night, Qiao Qing felt an itch on her neck. She opened her eyes and stomped her feet.
The birthday boy fell off the bed.
…
Despite this midnight attack, Jun Yexuan's joy did not dilute.
In the morning, he put on Qiao Qing's belt and proudly went downstairs.
Mu Jinghang was scrolling on his phone downstairs. When he saw Jun Yexuan stick out his waist and pace in front of him numerous times, he couldn't help but ask, "Third brother, are you having hip pain?"
Jun Yexuan, "..."
