The dinner was pre-booked by Luo, and it came from a well-known restaurant nearby. It has always been a representative of good taste and excellent quality. Many diners from other places will come here because it is usually not easy to make a reservation in advance, and don't know how Luo made the reservation on the same day.

The time of delivery of the dishes was just right, and the taste and texture remained very good.

But even so, Xiao Lan still felt that the most delicious thing was the simple-looking biscuits on the table.

It has been a long time since he had a birthday accompanied by someone.

Since his mother died, he has been living alone. Even on his birthday, he still has to work hard, study and hide from loan sharks, and there is not much time to celebrate.

Besides, what did he celebrate with, instant noodles, leftovers, or unsold bento?

In addition to visiting her mother's grave on her birthday, Xiao Lan has almost abandoned the habit of celebrating her birthday.

Birthdays are just days full of busyness, loneliness and exhaustion, no different from any other day of the year.

Like this kind of special someone celebrating his birthday, arranging everything, and making the most unforgettable taste in memory so carefully, it is as warm as a dream.

After dinner, Luo cleared the table and turned off the lights in the house.

Then, he took apart the cake made for Xiao Lan and lit the candles.

In the warm light of the candle, Luo walked towards Xiao Lan with the cake.

He put the cake on the table in front of Xiao Lan, smiled and said, "Happy birthday, sir."

The light of the candle outlines his profile, and it is as if the two of them are the only ones left in the world at this moment.

Luo's voice was soft. He said to Xiao Lan, "Make a wish. Maybe the wish will come true after being heard by the passing gods."

Xiao Lan laughed.

Although he did not believe in the existence of gods in the world, he still closed his eyes and silently thought about his wishes in his heart.

What to wish for?

Hope to survive in the coming world?

Want to clear all the doubts about what happened to you?

No, he would do these things even if he didn't wish.

So……

Xiao Lan thought of the person standing beside him.

The weak shadow at the first sight, the black cat with the square head, the elegant human figure, and the easy-going but powerful look in my memory.

His help to himself, and the calamity that tore him apart and imprisoned him for reasons still unclear.

Xiao Lan made a decision—

If there is really a god in the world who can realize people's wishes, hope that Luo can be safe and smooth in his future life, with less pain and suffering.

At this moment, he suddenly understood his mother's wish. It turned out that making a person safe and happy was actually an extremely luxurious thing.

Sometimes, it may take a lifetime of effort to achieve it.

After making the wish, Xiao Lan opened her eyes.

He looked at Luo under the candlelight, at the silhouette of the other party who still looked good under the candlelight, and then blew out the candle.

The moonlight outside the window, along with the dim light of the street lamps, penetrated into the room, making everything appear hazy.

Luo's low voice sounded: "Why are you looking at me, is there a wish related to me?"

Xiao Lan said: "Yeah, I make a wish to the god, I hope he can save your soul painting skills."

"I didn't expect the gods to say that it would be too difficult, so let me change to a more reliable wish."

"I didn't want to, so he left."

Luo's tone was smiling: "Maybe the gods also appreciate my art."

Xiao Lan couldn't help but smile: "Looks like I'm blaming him wrong."

Xiao Lan did not express her wish, and Luo tacitly did not ask any further questions.

Both of them were smiling, and they didn't mind the nonsense content of this conversation at all.

Luo didn't turn on the light, he leaned over slightly by the moonlight and stretched out his hand towards Xiao Lan: "Can you reach out?"

Xiao Lan stretched out her left hand with some doubts.

Luo held Xiao Lan's wrist with one hand, and took out a black bracelet with the other.

It was a men's bracelet with no extra decoration. The shape was very simple. The whole was pitch black, and no light was reflected. It reminded Xiao Lan of the shadow of Luo Avatar.

Luo put the bracelet on Xiao Lan's hand: "If there is a crisis and I can't come, I just need to tear off this bracelet, and I can summon my shadow to help in a short time."

"As a birthday present, I hope you will like it." He paused: "I hope it will never be used."

Xiao Lan withdrew her hand and gently rubbed the seemingly unremarkable bracelet on her wrist.

If it was an expensive gift, he might not have accepted it, but it was more precious than anything money could buy.

Moreover, this intention is also irresistible.

Xiao Lan accepted the gift: "Thank you, this is the best birthday present."

Luo: "As long as you like it."

Luo maintained a slightly bent posture and looked at Xiao Lan.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on his body, framing his eyebrows and eyes, making his perfectly perfect outline appear a bit strange.

It seemed out of tune with the cool night.

The two just stared at each other.

However, Xiao Lan found that Luo was getting closer and closer to him, so close that he could see the other person's fine eyelashes clearly.

At the same time, he could hear his heart beating faster and faster, one, one, another... as if he was about to break free from the shackles of his chest.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but put his eyes on Luo Na's always smiling lips.

Under the moonlight, the lip color seemed a little cold, but it did not prevent those who watched it from imagining its softness and temperature.

It seems... well suited for...

Looking at it, as if being seduced by an unknown person, Xiao Lan stretched out her hand around Luo's neck, suddenly closing the distance between the two, accelerating the impending kiss.

There was nothing in his mind at that moment.

As if by instinct, the body acts before the mind itself.

To put it simply - the color makes the mind faint.

When Xiao Lan's consciousness returned, he was meeting Luo's lips and tongue, and the touch of those lips was as soft and hot as he imagined, entwining with him with gentle force.

Obviously, he and Luo are... kissing at this moment.

Xiao Lan's mind went blank for a moment, and she couldn't even think about whether to push the other person away.

Time seemed to have stood still, and Xiao Lan didn't know how long it had passed.

Until Luo's voice rang in his ears: "Sir..."

The voice was low, a little hoarse, and contained a somewhat satisfied smile.

Xiao Lan's brain started to work again, and her thinking was still not very coherent.

What the hell! what has he done...

this this this...

What the hell! What the hell! ! What the hell! ! !

Xiao Lan felt that there was not a head on his neck, but a hot water bottle that had just been boiled. It was boiling now, and hot steam was coming out.

His face suddenly turned red.

Xiao Lan jumped to the side, and got out of Luo's eyes with the fastest evasion speed she had recently trained.

Then, without stopping, he rushed back to his room, as if a monster was chasing him.

Then Xiao Lan got into the room, locked the door directly, buried her head under the pillow, looking like a frightened ostrich.

At this moment, Xiao Lan's mind was confused.

The mother and child have been single for so many years, does he finally have a problem with the single?

Entering the stage where everyone looks good-looking?

No, no, Luo is not at the level of clear-eyed beauty, his lethality is much more...

Nonsence! Is this the point of the question? !

All kinds of messy thoughts appeared in Xiao Lan's mind one after another, successfully mixing his thoughts that had not recovered into a puddle.

Xiao Lan lay motionless on the bed, as if a freshly placed salted fish was absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

I want to give up thinking...

the other side.

Luo watched Xiao Lan disappear in front of his eyes at an extreme speed he had never seen before.

He reached out and touched the corner of his mouth lightly.

Unexpectedly, he was preempted by his shy master...

In the silence of the room, Luo smiled lowly: "However, this is not bad."

This shows that in the eyes of the husband, he is already an object that can be more intimate, doesn't it?

It is no longer on the same level as those like Tie Hanhan and Xue Li.

"It doesn't matter if you run away now."

"Because sir, you have entered my net."

"There is no escape."

Luo Mo rubbed the back of the chair Xiao Lan had just sat on, and there was still a little bit of Xiao Lan's temperature on it, with the same warmth as its owner, but not too warm.

Standing quietly, the man in black raised the corners of his mouth.

——

I don't know how long it took.

"Huh..." Xiao Lan, who was still in the shape of an ostrich, stretched out his head to take a breath.

The result of keeping his head in the pillow and thinking about it all the time, is that he now feels that he is about to touch the gate of heaven.

Facts have proved that even an advanced player with a physique that is different from ordinary people will still be in danger of suffocation if they cover it with a pillow for a long time.

Although I still haven't figured out why my brain is pumping up to do such a thing today, at least now, Xiao Lan's mood is calmer.

His brain also slowly regained the ability to think.

However... he still hadn't figured out how to face Luo.

At this moment, as if not giving Xiao Lan time to think, there was a knock on the door of his bedroom.

At this time, there will be knocking on the door, in fact, there are only candidates...

Xiao Lan's slightly relieved heart was brought up again.

"Sir, the cake hasn't been eaten yet, do you need me to deliver it?" Luo's voice sounded outside the door.

His tone sounded the same as usual, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking about the previous events.

Xiao Lan's thoughts that had just calmed down rolled over again, and he was about to become overloaded again: "No...I...I can't eat it for the time being. Let's make breakfast tomorrow."

"How can I let you eat overnight? That's not good for your health." Luo's tone was still calm.

But from an angle that Xiao Lan couldn't see, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, obviously in a good mood.

"No, it's okay... just one night, it's okay." Xiao Lan tried hard to prevent the other party from entering the door, her forehead was sweating.

After a moment of silence.

Luo's voice sounded again: "Okay, I will prepare one for you for breakfast tomorrow."

Xiao Lan breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you..."

Listening to Luo's footsteps gradually receding, Xiao Lan threw away the pillow that had been in his hand for a long time.

He spread out on the bed again, staring straight at the ceiling, his mind was empty, and he felt that he was useless.

What will happen tomorrow?