Chapter 1155: His Birthday Gift

Ling Limu, who had just finished bathing, was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. His body was covered with wet and refreshing water vapor. His young and handsome face made people blush and their hearts beat fast.

No matter how smart Fu Xiyao was, she was still an 18-year-old girl. When she suddenly ran into such a beautiful woman, there was always an indescribable feeling of fluttering hearts between men and women.

Ling Limu stood tall and handsome by the kitchen counter. He looked at her with his handsome eyelids lowered, "Are you hurt?"

Fu Xiyao then noticed that her little hand was held in his palm. Her pupils shrank slightly and she withdrew her little hand almost instantly.

At this time, the old lady came over, "Amu, Xiyao, what happened?"

Fu Xiyao's beautiful little face turned red, and her white skin was steaming. She bit her bright red lower lip with her pearly teeth, feeling ashamed and shy, "I'm sorry, grandma, I wanted to wash the dishes, but I almost broke them."

The old lady laughed happily, "I thought it was a big deal. My daughter is made of water. I left the dishes there for Amu to wash."

Ah?

The old lady actually asked Ling Limu to help her wash the dishes...

She didn't want to.

Fu Xiyao is the little princess of Guding Castle. She has been loved by her grandmother, Qinglun Daddy, and Shiyu Mommy since she was a child. She is a standard young lady who never washes dishes by herself.

But she can do everything else, including playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and dancing.

Originally, the old lady made noodles for her, and she was going to wash the dishes, but who knew that she almost broke the bowl. This is really embarrassing.

Now it is absolutely impossible to ask Ling Limu to help her wash the dishes.

Fu Xiyao raised her beautiful eyes and looked at Ling Limu. Just when she was about to speak, Ling Limu turned sideways, casually rolled up his sleeves, and really washed her dishes.

"Hey, Mr. Mu..."

Fu Xiyao quickly stretched out her slender white fingers and grabbed his sleeves.

Ling Limu turned his head, and a pair of clean black eyes fell on her. The 18-year-old girl was wearing his white shirt, with pure black hair scattered on her shoulders, a few strands of hair tucked behind her ears, a small face the size of a palm, red lips and white teeth, eyes looking around, beautiful and soul-stirring.

At this moment, the girl looked up at him, haste and shyness overflowed in her watery pupils.

"What's wrong?" Ling Limu hooked his thin lips.

Fu Xiyao pulled his sleeves again, "I don't want you to wash, I will wash it myself, I will wash it..."

The girl's soft and glutinous voice was soft and tender, delicate, and a bit childish.

"It's okay." Ling Limu said.

The old lady stood at the door of the kitchen, "Xiyao, it's not shameful for a girl not to know how to wash dishes. You don't have to wash dishes at your own home, why do you have to wash dishes at our house? What kind of logic is this?"

The old lady walked in, "Xiyao, go out quickly, go to the living room to watch TV for a while, I'll make noodles for Ah Mu."

Fu Xiyao glanced at Ling Limu, and Ling Limu's low and mellow voice was extremely soft, "Go."

Fu Xiyao found that she was still pulling the other person's sleeve, she quickly pulled back her fingers, and quickly left the kitchen without looking back.

...

Fu Xiyao sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV, she raised her little hand to cover her little face, it was so hot.

She didn't know what was on TV.

She only knew that her heartbeat was accelerating and out of control.

At this time, Fu Xiyao saw something, a photo, and the photo showed a cute little cat.

It turned out to be... Yuanyuan.

Not long ago, at her 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, the cute and adorable Yuanyuan suddenly ran to her feet. She fell in love with her at first sight and later took her home.

Yuanyuan was the best gift she had ever received for her coming-of-age ceremony.

Why is Yuanyuan's photo here?

Could it be...

Fu Xiyao thought of a possibility, but she was not sure, so she stood up and walked over to take a closer look.

But she didn't look at the road, and her knee suddenly hit the corner of the coffee table.

Hiss.

Fu Xiyao gasped in pain, and a faint red color overflowed from her pair of beautiful eyes.

At this time, a strong footstep sounded in her ears, and Ling Limu came over, "Are you injured again?"

Fu Xiyao turned her head and looked at Ling Limu. She was not such a clumsy person, but she didn't know what was wrong. She kept making mistakes tonight. This was really embarrassing!

Fu Xiyao trembled with her slender feathers, "Mr. Mu, am I stupid?"

Ling Limu took two steps forward and slowly knelt on one knee in front of her, "Let me see, can I?"

She was wearing his white shirt, which was very large and covered her knees. Now she hit her knees, and he needed to check it.

Fu Xiyao lowered her eyes to look at him. Ling Limu was half squatting on the ground, with the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up in two places, revealing his slender hands and the expensive steel watch on his wrist. He stretched out his hand and slowly approached her knees.

Fu Xiyao quickly stepped back as if she had been electrocuted.

She didn't let him touch her.

Ling Limu looked up at her. The beautiful girl stepped aside cautiously, and her beautiful eyes looked at him wetly, which was very funny.

Ling Limu stood up, "Can you walk to the sofa by yourself?"

Fu Xiyao moved a little and wanted to walk over, but her knees hurt so much that she couldn't walk.

At this time, Ling Limu's low and mellow voice sounded in her ears, "Let me hug you."

What?

Fu Xiyao suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him.

Ling Limu looked at her for three seconds, then walked over and picked her up.

"Hey, Mr. Mu!"

Fu Xiyao was so frightened by being hugged that she quickly stretched out her hands and hugged Ling Limu's neck. She glared at him.

Why did he... hug her suddenly?

Ling Limu carried her to the sofa, "I didn't give you a chance to refuse this time."

He just said, I'll hug you, instead of saying "OK" like just now...

Fu Xiyao felt that this man was very strong and domineering in his bones. Now her two little hands were still around his neck. It was not right to let go, nor was it right to not let go.

Her delicate body was in his strong arms, and he hugged her very easily.

She had grown up so big, and even Luo Sen had never hugged her like this. Now that he was hugged like this, Fu Xiyao's little face was burning.

"That... Did you give me Yuanyuan?"

Ling Limu lowered his handsome eyelids and looked at Fu Xiyao in his arms, "Do you like it?"

He did not deny it.

Yuanyuan was really his 18th birthday gift for her.

Why did he give her a birthday gift?

Fu Xiyao nodded, "Yeah, I like it."

Ling Limu walked to the sofa, then lowered his tall and handsome body, gently placed Fu Xiyao in his arms on the sofa, and withdrew.

However, Fu Xiyao's long hair was entangled in his shirt buttons.

As soon as he moved, Fu Xiyao hissed.

"What's wrong?"

Ling Limu lowered his eyes, and his soft and thin lips suddenly gently pressed on her forehead.

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