Jiraiya narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at Liumu, whose mouth and nose were covered as he lay in Tsunade's arms. A flicker of envy actually crossed his mind.
No, it was jealousy!
Intense jealousy!
"Make a wish, Liumu!"
Rin brought over the cake and spoke.
Liumu used to dread birthdays, because they were as awkward as eating hot pot or going to the movies alone in his previous life.
But now, faced with everyone's expectant gazes, Liumu smiled and closed his eyes, then blew out the dancing candle flames in one breath.
"Woo!"
Amid everyone's cheers, Liumu did not resist the hands smearing cream on his cheeks this time. He even willingly leaned his face toward them.
Finally, with his brows and eyes all but obscured, he noticed Han standing quietly at the back of the crowd. With a playful laugh, Liumu went over and rubbed his face haphazardly against hers a couple of times.
"These are blessings! How can your face be so clean?"
"Do you know why you got beaten?"
Tsunade sat on the sofa, staring fixedly at Jiraiya as he knelt opposite her, her tone interrogative.
"Yes."
Jiraiya felt terribly wronged. Remembering how Tsunade had driven away the wavy-haired women he had invited, she had been as ferocious as a man-eating tiger.
"You're Liumu's teacher now. How could you invite those people into your student's home?"
Exasperated with him, Tsunade grew angrier the more she thought about it and kicked Jiraiya again.
"You're completely unreliable!" Tsunade glanced behind her at Liumu, who was chatting and laughing with his classmates, then turned back to Jiraiya. "Why don't you let me have Liumu?"
Jiraiya: ???
At that moment, Jiraiya seemed to catch on to something.
Seeing Tsunade's evasive gaze, he immediately understood her intentions.
"So you