Jiang Shuyao escaped from his devilish grasp and dashed to the side, swallowing hard, "I'll take the gift, but can I wear it when the time is right?"
The little girl was improving, knowing to employ diversionary tactics.
Pei Yan hadn't actually intended to force her and sighed indifferently, seeming a bit disappointed.
Glancing at the time, it was one minute to nine.
The doorbell rang punctually; the cake from the shop had arrived.
Pei Yan stood up to answer the door, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the girl's figure darting past.
She quickly stashed the dress from the coffee table into its box and took it into the bedroom, fearful he'd come up with some devilish idea.
If God had warned her earlier that adulthood would be filled with such thrills, she certainly would not have looked forward to this evening.
But upon seeing the mousse cake on the table, she discovered there are indeed perks to having a birthday.
