WSu Qianxun had made it a point to dress up today. She was wearing a silvery-white long gown which was embellished with pearls, and the thin fabric flaunted the curves of her delicate and slim body. Her thick, seaweed-like hair that reached her waist flowed languidly over her shoulders. Even though there was not a single hint of makeup on her petite face, behind the candlelight, she looked as pure and adorable as an elf.
Su Qianxun pushed the trolley with the cake on it to the middle of the hall and walked over to the man. As Long Sijue gazed at him, the young woman stood before him and reached out to grab his large hand. She then tip-toed and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
"Ah Jue, happy birthday!"
The young woman's voice was soft and gooey, tickling his heart like a feather.
