Birthday Gift

Everyone had sensitive spots. Qin Ze's was his neck—that feeling of goosebumps erupting all over his body and a violent shiver running through him, he understood it well.

A woman's hair was not to be touched, a woman's age was not to be asked, and besides, unless she was your wife, her sensitive spots were not to be touched either.

Two things had been confirmed. First, Sister Man's sensitive spot really was her earlobes. Second, Yue Yue indeed harbored the deep malice of wanting Uncle to break her legs.

In their silent stare-off...

"Oh, come on, you're cooking. It's all burnt." The quick-witted Qin Ze struck back and shifted his gaze away, pretending to be concerned about the food in the wok.

After he put it that way, could Pei Nanman really keep pressing the issue?

Thus, Her Majesty the Queen's expression changed several times. Gritting her teeth, she silently stepped aside and crossed her arms, lightly rubbing at her goosebumps.

From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever blown into her ear. Nor had any man ever made her body go weak like this, giving her that long-lost sensation of being teased.

Pei Nanman seriously considered sinking Qin Ze in the Huangpu River. For Su Yu's sake, she would at most refrain from tying the knot too tightly.

"Su Yu said the thirty billion has been returned?" Qin Ze suddenly asked.

Pei Nanman came back to her senses, nodded, and said flatly, "Yes, including the interest."

As Qin Ze stir-fried, he smiled. "Interest doesn't matter. We're close, aren't we?"

Pei Nanman gave a cold laugh. "No. I don't want to owe you anything. Su Yu once said that your tenderness is the most potent poison, and any woman would become addicted to it."

That was true. When such an