Qin Ruan gave Huo Yunjiao a glare, her delicate and petulant eyes as tempting as a hook that could capture souls.
She complained with a tinge of annoyance, "Why say such things in front of the children, they're still young."
Huo Yunjiao chuckled lightly, reaching out to touch Qin Ruan's belly, which hadn't started to show, his voice was husky and languid, "Ayao and Anqi are not so little anymore, they will protect you in the future."
Feeling the warmth of his palm through the clothes, Qin Ruan's heartbeat quickened, inadvertently averting her gaze, she whispered, "They're still so young."
She rose to her feet to avoid his hand, picked up the handmade candles from the table, ready to place them on the cake.
A slender hand pressed on the back of her hand.
Huo Yunjiao's voice stopped her, "Girl, we don't need candles."
He had lived for over ten thousand years, to him, a mere thirty years in the Mortal World was but a flick of a finger.
