Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Hearing that Cen Juan was so cautious, Fu couldn't help but look forward to the birthday surprise the man would give her.

She went back to her room to take a shower, and when she came out she was wearing a sleeveless nightgown, her fair skin was flushed red by the heat, her black hair was combed high, and her eyebrows and eyes were extremely delicate.

Just before dawn, Fu Ting received a call from Fu Pei.

"Fu Xiaoting, happy birthday." The boy's voice was extraordinarily gentle through the receiver.

Fu Ting smiled sweetly, called her father, and heard Fu Pei say again, "Go to the window sill."

Fu Ting took two steps to the window, and at the same time, thousands of fireworks burst out in the sky, dyeing the entire dark sky brightly.

Until the voice faded away, Fu Pei asked with a laughing voice, "Do you like it?"

Obviously, he asked someone to pick up the fireworks and set them off for Fu Ting to watch.

Fu Ting was surprised and pleasantly surprised, because this was the first time Fu Pei took her birthday seriously.

Fu Pei promised, "I will set off fireworks for you every birthday in the future."

"Hmm!" Fu Ting was so moved that she couldn't say anything else, and while telling Fu Pei what meal she had for her birthday in the old house, she closed the window and walked to the bed.

It was still a little cold after taking a shower, Fu Ting pulled back the quilt and was about to lie down.

However, the moment the quilt was lifted, he was caught off guard and saw Cen Juan lying under the quilt.

The man was only wearing a black bathrobe, the neckline was looming, and he was lying on Fu Ting's pink bed in such a loose manner, with a strong impact.

Fu Ting couldn't help but took a light breath, Fu Pei asked warily, "What's wrong."

"No, it's okay." Fu Ting fooled Fu Pei and hung up the phone.

She looked down at Cen Juan. The man rested his chin on one hand and looked over lazily. Those beautiful fox eyes seemed to be filled with stars and seas. He whispered, "Listen, happy birthday."

Fu Ting looked at him incomprehensibly, "What are you doing lying on my bed?"

She sat on the side of the bed, the man stared at her with dark eyes, suddenly reached out to grab the girl's wrist, and pulled her over with a little force.

Fu Ting had no choice but to press Cen Juan's upper body, put her cheek against his neck, raised her eyes slightly, and met the man's aggressive eyes, she asked aloud, "What's wrong? Didn't you want to show me a gift? "

Cen Juan caressed Fu Ting's wrist, pinching her skin with his warm fingers, his provocative actions seemed to pinch her lifeblood.

The corners of the lips were slightly raised, and the overflowing voice was lazy and undisciplined, "Well, can't you see clearly enough?"

Fu Ting, "?"

Before she could react, Cen Juan controlled her wrist, touched his face, and then slid down from his sharp outline little by little.

The numbness spread from the heart all the way, and the crispness swept through the tailbone, only to hear him speak slowly, "Isn't the feeling obvious?"

The temperature under Fu Ting's palm was extremely hot, curled up her fingertips, turned her face away, "You want to give me you as a gift?"

Cen Juan chuckled lightly and said lazily, "You're so smart, sister."

Fu Ting retorted a little unconvinced, "But you are mine in the first place."

"Little idiot." Cen Juan let out a low laugh, his chest vibrated slightly, and his charming fox eyes were full of spring, "If we want to really get me, we are still short of a very important step. "

With a bewitching voice, he was very seductive, "Turn brother into your man tonight, okay?"