Under the pale white light, Jiang Shuyao gently lowered her eyes, unaware of herself, and smiled faintly.
Although the smile was light, it still clearly fell into Pei Yan's eyes.
Seeing her smile like that, he felt that even if she stabbed him with a knife, it would have been worth it.
But before dying from the gentle blade, perhaps he should get his portrait taken care of first.
Caught off guard, once again her chin was lifted by someone's hand.
The girl was forced to look up at him, panic flashing across her moist eyes.
She thought he was about to do something to her again.
Pei Yan, however, laughed lazily, "I've changed my mind, that slap doesn't count. Where's my birthday gift? Hand it over."
With time pressing, Jiang Shuyao hadn't prepared a gift in advance, planning to make it up later.
But with him asking proactively, she could only helplessly say, "If there is something you particularly want, and it's within my means, I can try my best to accommodate you."