"We should've stayed back. Mom wanted us to spend time with her," said Mishi.
"Then, how would I have spent time with my wife on my birthday?" Xian asked her and lifted her chin. She felt his breath fanned on her lips.
"You like to tease me, right?" Mishi asked him and yanked his hand away.
"Indeed. It gives me a different kind of pleasure," Xian replied and smiled.
Mishi turned to leave when Xian grasped her wrist and pulled her towards him.
"Leave me!" Mishi protested.
"Don't you want to know what I wish for?" Xian gazed into her eyes.
"I know. You want revenge from me then you'll feel happy," Mishi answered.
Xian moved a little close to her and grazed his finger over her cheek.
"Xian, stop!" Mishi urged him.
"Why?" Xian queried, still looking at her. Mishi pushed him lightly when he securely wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her close.
"Xian," she whispered his name.
