"Twenty-five more gifts?"
Ye Linyuan looked at her, seeming a bit confused.
Jiang Qingli said, "There's a gift for every year, from your first birthday to your twenty-sixth."
Growing up, Ye Linyuan had never celebrated his birthday, and of course, he'd never received a single gift.
So, Jiang Qingli had prepared twenty-six gifts to make up for all of them at once.
"But," Jiang Qingli said, feeling a little nervous as she saw the warmth melting in his eyes. She gave him a warning in advance, "I don't know what you would have liked as a child, so I just guessed. If there's something you don't like, don't you dare say it—"
Before she could finish, Ye Linyuan cupped the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.
He lifted her with one hand supporting her bottom, the other holding the back of her head. He lowered his head and captured her lips, his kiss dominant yet filled with a clinging, fervent heat.
