Yu Jingrong was actually very sleepy, but she hung on until midnight. As the clock struck twelve, she kissed Li Chengyun, "Happy Birthday!"
"Gift!" The eyes that Li Chengyun fixed on Yu Jingrong sparkled brilliantly, as if something was shining within them, beautiful and radiant.
"Me." Yu Jingrong curved into a sweet smile, slowly sitting up, and with arms wide open towards Li Chengyun, she said, "Come on, dig in!"
Li Chengyun stood up, hugged her, and then pinched her cheek, "Am I fun to mess with, huh?"
Yu Jingrong stuck her tongue out, "At this time, you should say, 'You little fairy who wears me down.'"
Li Chengyun was slightly puzzled, "Why must I say that line?"
With her eyes mischievously twinkling, Yu Jingrong teased, "Because in all romance novels, when a woman teases a man like this, the man always says, 'Oh heavens, you little fairy who wears me down.'"