After parting with Chen Ajia, Su Weiyi returned to the apartment. It was already the end of February, and soon it would be March, then Sheng Yanxiao's twenty-first birthday was coming.
She wanted to prepare a birthday gift for him, a grand gift.
Su Weiyi took a shower, lay on the bed, thinking about the birthday gift, and unknowingly fell asleep. She didn't even know when Sheng Yanxiao returned.
When Sheng Yanxiao returned, he saw a soft light in the bedroom. Su Weiyi was lying on her side in a curled-up position, her smooth hair scattered on the pale pillow, her small face delicate and fair.
Sheng Yanxiao walked in lightly, sat quietly by the bed for a while, then backed out, went to the bathroom on the other side to shower, lay down again, and held the person on the bed in his arms. Feeling her soft body and the faint fragrance all over her, Sheng Yanxiao felt completely fulfilled.
