When he first arrived, Guan Jiu gave him a bottle of wine he made himself, the third prince gave him an authorization card that allowed him to enter and leave each planet at will, and the little nobleman brought the Four Treasures of the Study of the Ancient Earth from the auction, Lian Jiang Si also made a small device that can store dreams as his birthday present, but Yuan Chen gave him nothing.
The drunk Jiang Fu became more and more aggrieved as he thought about it, bit Yuan Chen's shoulder to vent his anger, and questioned angrily.
"Do you not like me anymore? Or do you have someone outside? I'm really going to be angry because you didn't give me anything."
Yuan Chen pinched his swollen cheeks, deliberately teasing him.
"Give me to you, okay?"
Jiang Fu groaned and hugged him tightly, and retorted confidently.
"No, no, you are already mine, this gift doesn't count!"
Yuan Chen thought about it, and said pretending to be distressed.
"Then what to do, I don't know what to give you."
Jiang Fu pouted in disappointment, poked his chest sullenly, sulked for a while before trying to speak tolerantly.
"Okay then, just kiss me and I'll forgive you."
He is used to the days when he is loved and sought after, so many people are willing to pile up gold, silver and jewels at his feet, but all he cares about is a kiss from Yuan Chen.
The scorching breath is intertwined, and the familiar and intimate kisses are filled with deep and hot love. Jiang Fu feels that his whole heart is filled with warm current, sour and soft, so he only needs to think of Yuan Chen. People feel so happy that they choke up.
It turns out that this is the feeling of being in love.
When he was reluctant to part, Jiang Fu felt that his finger was covered with a hard object. He raised his hand in surprise and looked at the ring on his ring finger. The silver ring was designed similar to a chain, exuding a light halo.
The deep voice is solemn and serious.
"I remember in the first world, the world you named me, we used to be married and wear each other's rings, and I love the bond that everyone knows you belong to me .”
Jiang Fu couldn't wait to grab his hand, and sure enough, he saw an identical silver ring on his ring finger. The chain-like silver ring was like a tattoo engraved on his knuckles, binding the two of them together from generation to generation. It doesn't matter until death.
Yuan Chen clasped his hands and intertwined his fingers, and the two rings on his knuckles were shining brightly, looking very beautiful.
"Chengcheng, this is my birthday present for you, happy birthday."
Jiang Si's furious scolding and the little nobleman's unstoppable crying were blurred in the quiet night sky. Jiang Fu heard his heartbeat getting louder and louder. He looked into Yuan Chen's deep eyes, as if for a moment. You can look into the bottom.
And that bottom is his own figure.
Jiang Fu suddenly pulled Yuan Chen up from the swing and reclining chair, happily like a child who suddenly became excited to do bad things after being drunk, and couldn't wait to push him downstairs.
Yuan Chen pulled him back, knelt down and helped him put on his shoes before going downstairs with him.
Yuan Chen had already made the birthday cake in advance, and when they came to the kitchen, they just waited for the cake to be ready. Jiang Fu was lying on the counter and sniffing the aroma of the cake, delighted and happy.
When Yuan Chen took out a candle and put it on the cake to ask him to make a wish, he insisted that Yuan Chen also close his eyes, for fear that he would peek at his birthday wish.
Yuan Chen listened to his drunken words that had lost the logic of the language, and closed his eyes in a good-tempered manner, and heard Jiang Fu's muttering questioning.
"Will you grant me whatever birthday wish I have?"
"Well, I will grant you any wish."
After a while the air calmed down, Yuan Chen asked gently.
"Can I open my eyes?"
Jiang Fu didn't answer him, the air was so silent that there was not even a sound of breathing.
Yuan Chen opened his eyes suddenly, and Jiang Fu and the cake who were leaning on the Liulitai disappeared, but a path was paved with paper hearts as bait from under his feet, leading to the stairs.
Only then did he let go of his nervousness, and he picked up the paper hearts and held them all the way, and was led to the door of the bedroom.
He knocked on the door and there was no answer, so he unscrewed it and walked in.
There were still carefully placed paper hearts on the floor of the small corridor of the bedroom. He squatted down to pick them up one by one and put them away. When he caught the last paper heart, he suddenly froze, and his eyes gradually lifted up along the touch of gold near his hand.
The place where the big bed was originally placed in the bedroom is occupied by a huge golden cage, the dome almost reaches the ceiling, and the golden railings are covered with black plush carpets. The young man kneeling on the ground without a single inch of his hair is like a carefully polished masterpiece. Porcelain, white and greasy wrists and ankles are tied with thin gold chains, like a beautiful bird in captivity.
In front of the young man was the freshly baked cake. He was dipping his hand in the cream and licking it into his mouth. When he looked up at Yuan Chen, Yuan Chen realized that his lips and body were covered with white fluffy cream.
It looked like he was a birthday present.
The young man with red lips and white teeth is full of smiles, and the dimples on his cheeks are bright and sweet. His red lips, which become more vivid after being stained with wine, are moist and translucent, like plump and juicy peaches, which make people want to take a bite.
He licked the cream on his fingers, then stretched out his hand to Yuan Chen through the golden railing.
The silver rings on the well-defined knuckles were shining brightly, and there was still a wine-like blush on the delicate white face, and the radiant eyes looked at Yuan Chen relyingly, with an innocent and childish expression.
The clear and moving voice is wrapped in a trap-like sweetness, the seductive person plunges headlong into the rose-colored abyss, and there is no possibility of escape.
"Yuanyuan, lock me up, okay?"
The paper hearts piled up in the palm were scattered all over the ground.
Yuan Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed his beautiful bird.
"good."