Exposed snow skin.

The skin brushed by Mo Yunuo's fingers trembled, and the blood was boiling and burning.

Unable to feel the weight and movement on her body, Mo Qing opened her eyes, looking at Mo Yunuo with her hands on the sofa, her eyes were puzzled, and after a few seconds, they turned into pain.

Men, in the end, they still care.

Mo Yunuo's eyes have faded away from love (Gu Yao), but the swelling under his body expresses the initial (Gu Yao) hope and physical discomfort.

Mo Yunuo got up and sat on the sofa, the thin sweat on his forehead was obvious, and his hands put on and tidied up the messy clothes for Mo Qing.

After tidying up, he looked up at Mo Qing, and just as he was about to speak, he was frozen by the coldness in Mo Qing's eyes.

His mind was in a hurry, and knowing Mo Qing's thoughts, Mo Yunuo was about to explain.

"Heh~"

Mo Qing sneered, suddenly got up, pushed Mo Yunuo away, and ran out.

"Qingqing! Sunny! ”

Mo Yunuo shouted and chased behind, but was finally driven away by Mo Qing.

Qingqing, how could I dislike you, shouldn't you even give me a chance to explain, how could I dislike you, you just left like this, really didn't even give me a chance to speak.

Thinking of Mo Qing's eyes when she was leaving, Mo Yunuo hurriedly found her mobile phone and wanted to call Mo Qing. After looking for a few minutes, he remembered that his phone had been shattered by himself.

Looking at the landline in the living room, Mo Yunuo was extremely grateful to Mo Qing for being so easy to remember at this time, and Mo Yunuo hurriedly called the number of four in a row.

"Beet ~ Beet ~ Toot ~ I'm sorry, the phone you made is on a call."

was pressed down by Mo Qing.

Mo Yunuo fought again.

"Sorry, your call is temporarily unreachable."

Mo Yunuo insisted and continued to fight.

"I'm sorry, but the phone you made is off."

The phone slipped in his hand, and Mo Yunuo sat on the ground, his eyes were red, and the sound of water fell to the ground.

Mo Yunuo sat on the ground, jumping up and down on the little white ball and didn't know what he had touched, and the sound of broken things came from the kitchen.

Worried that Xiaobai Tuanzi would be injured, it was a gift from Mo Qing.

There was a burst of aroma in the air.

Mo Yunuo ran to the kitchen and saw the contents of the kitchen oven, and instantly burst into tears.

In the kitchen there is a finished Black Forest cake.

There was a card on the cake with a handwritten message that said, 'Happy Birthday, I made it myself, I hope you like it.'" ’

The familiar font, horizontal and vertical, sparse and strong, that is Mo Qing's handwriting.

Mo Yunuo's trembling hand reached out to the cake, grabbed it with his hand, and ate the cake one bite at a time with these tears.

The cake is sweet, and the tears are salty, just like Mo Yunuo's heart, salty and bitter.

Qingqing, it's all my fault, it's all my fault,

If it weren't for me, I would have been celebrating my birthday with you by now, and I was immersed in happiness and blamed me.

It turns out that you have prepared so much, it turns out that you care so much about my birthday, it turns out that you want to give me so good.

In the kitchen, there are not only cakes, but also many of Mo Yuno's favorite desserts, and a few packets of hand-cranked fireworks on the floor.

It was Mo Yunuo and Mo Qing who said that they wanted a home by the sea, raising a Satsuma at home, taking it to the beach with their lover every day, and setting off fireworks by themselves at night.

That's Mo Yunuo said about the life he longed for, he said, he has never played fireworks, but only heard others say it.

He remembered saying that he wanted to learn desserts, make them himself, and give them to his lover.

At that time, Mo Qing just smiled and said that there would be a woman who loved him to make for him to eat.