The Choice of Gifts
Hearing that, Shen Wuxiao's heart stirred.
It had indeed been a long time since he had taken An Qing'er to watch the sunrise.
She watched the sunrise, and he watched her watch the sunrise.
"Of course, no problem. Once Grandpa's birthday is over in the next couple of days, I'll take you."
"But this time, I have a condition."
Joy rose in An Qing'er's heart. "Your condition is my expectation, no matter how excessive it is."
"Really?"
"Of course!" An Qing'er blinked her beautiful eyes, utterly captivating.
"Then it's settled. Don't cry when the time comes." Shen Wuxiao kissed her red lips and smiled.
An Qing'er giggled. "I'll definitely cry, but it's fine even if I cry!"
As they spoke, they had already headed toward the villa.
At this hour, all his women were busy with their own affairs.
With An Qing'er alone, it was naturally a one-on-one battle.
The moment they reached the villa, they became impossibly busy.
An Qing'er cradled Shen Wuxiao's face, her breath fragrant as orchids. "Husband, I kind of want to pass out."
"Can I take that as your provocation?" Shen Wuxiao looked straight into her beautiful eyes.
"Just... just provoking you once in a while. Actually, I think Bingbing was right."
"Don't be afraid of challenges, because they are the catalyst for growth. Every time you cross the chasm of a challenge, it is an elevation of the soul, a transcendence of your own limits!"
"One day, you'll defeat that opponent you've always been unable to overcome."
Shen Wuxiao was somewhat surprised. "Bingbing said that? No wonder she's always so arrogant. Just for that line alone, I have to deal with her tonight!"
"Good heavens, she's even spouting famous quotes now. I have to let her know how cruel reality