Seeing that Mu Yutian didn't continue to ask about his body, Murong Yanxing was also relieved, but what was suppressed in his chest had already made his heart start to hurt involuntarily.

Look at Mu Yutian more, love Mu Yutian more, and this feeling of pain will increase exponentially.

Originally...... He has been deliberately ignoring the impact of the "Izumo" incident on him, after all, he feels that there is still a lot of time left for him.

And all along, he didn't realize what "Izumo" brought to him.

Now the sudden negative effects naturally still affected his mood.

He thought of what Luo Qianxiao had told him.

Speaking of which, the side effect of the "Izumo" project is that he will not live to be thirty-five years old, so it seems that he still has a long time, but who knows what will happen during his time of life, and what will become of him in the end? How will he be affected?

All this is unknown, maybe it won't be long before he will become a witherer, or he may lose the most basic ability to be a human being.

When that day comes, he is no longer as good as he is now, does he dare to face Mu Yutian again?

dá àn……

Nature is for sure.

He would definitely not let such a self appear in front of Mu Yutian.

Murong Yan was no longer sure whether he could completely control this matter.

Still is...... He was destined to stay away from her?

The cake was taken out of the oven, and Murong Yanxing cut it into neat squares, then layered it, and spread cream jam on it, which was still fresh fruit.

Mu Yutian was behind Murong Yanxing, and when she saw him cut off a piece of extra cake, she reached out to pick up the cut leftovers and stuffed them into her mouth to eat.

"Gluttony." Murong Yanxing couldn't help but feel funny when he saw the little white hand that was quietly stretched out from behind, he was just coating the cake with cream, and he scraped it a little and pointed it directly on Mu Yutian's nose.

Mu Yutian was caught off guard, was tapped with a clown nose, raised her eyes in astonishment and glanced at Murong Yanxing, met his playful expression, and snorted.

"Hmm, what! Immature! Although Mu Yutian said such a childish thing as someone else, she smeared a little cream on Murong Yanxing's face.

"Don't be naughty." Murong Yan grabbed her wrist, turned her around, and pulled the cake into his arms.

Murong Yan is very tall, and the posture of the two of them just hugged Mu Yutian's petite body in his arms.

Mu Yutian was encircled by him, and the whole person was shrouded in the breath of Murong Yanxing, Murong Yanxing stuffed the piping bag into Mu Yutian's hand, and then held her hands, leading her to write on the snow-white cake that she didn't do it with you.

Two people holding a piping bag are naturally not as steady as one person's hands, and they are naturally slower.

Murong Yanxing had just finished writing the word Yu Tian with her, and he hadn't continued to write Happy Birthday.

"Hey! Let me write the following words! Mu Yutian stopped.

Murong Yanxing nodded, and knew that the little girl was on a whim, and she was ready to laugh at Mu Yutian's crooked words.

"You've got too many strokes for your name." Mu Yutian bent over and said while writing carefully.