Women and Petty Men Are Hard to Please

Just as she was putting on the bracelet, Huo Yunting had wrapped his arms around her waist, forcing her to him.

His forehead slowly touched against hers as he leaned over. Lu Zhaoyang could feel the warmth of his body, and weirdly, it was cozy.

His voice was low and attractive. "Happy birthday. I have prepared for you another gift."

Whatever it was, Lu Zhaoyang did not want it. She had a hunch that he was up to no good.

"I am going off. I will continue tomorrow," she wriggled, trying to get free from his clench.

However, Huo Yunting tightened his wrap and their bodies were now pressed together. He chuckled. "I have been in the cold storage for a long time. Is it my turn to get laid tonight so that I can present myself as a gift to you?"

Sure enough, her suspicion was confirmed.

They had indeed not been sleeping together for a long time. But what had a birthday to do with that?