A little sweet text

Ching do it again, quick. "

"Just say it once." Jing Zhuo nimbly got out of his arms, and walked away lightly.

Cheng Luo thought himself beautiful for a while, and walked to the box: "This birthday present? Can I see it now?"

"Look." Jing Zhuo sat next to him, Cheng Mao came over, he picked it up and put it on his lap.

To be honest, he was still very curious about what was in this big, rattling and heavy box, and he was taken aback when he opened it.

A big box and a variety of small boxes.

Some can be seen from the packaging, such as ink, pen holder, razor, cup, perfume, pillow, cervical spine massager, all kinds of styles and everything.

"Is this the specification for a betrothal gift?" Cheng Luo pawed at the boxes for a while, then burst out laughing, squatting down and hugging the cat and Jing Zhuo together.

Jing Zhuo knew it was this effect, and was quite helpless: "What are you laughing at!"

Cheng Luo laughed for a long time before slowing down: "Shao, you are so cute."

"Let me analyze your mental journey." Cheng Luo said, "I have been preparing for a long time, and I think everything is good, this or that is fine, and finally I stocked up a big box."

"Excellent." Jing Zhuo also laughed, "How about it, it's not very enjoyable."

This is the first time that Jing Zhuo prepares a birthday gift for someone seriously, like a novice who skips the tutorial and plays the game and then harvests the soldiers.

"Exciting." Cheng Luo nodded, kissed him on the forehead, and pulled out a small box from his coat pocket as if by magic.

Then opened it, and took out a ring like magic, and put it on Jing Zhuo's left ring finger.

Just in time, when Jing Zhuo was in a daze, he raised his hand and shook it.

It's the same ring.

"I still have a present for your birthday?" Jing Zhuo twirled the ring.

"The dowry has already been paid, so it must be stamped and branded immediately." Cheng Luo grabbed his hand and interlocked his fingers. The two rings conveyed their body temperature.

"If you put it on, don't let it go." Cheng Luo said.

"En." Jing Zhuo agreed.

The two looked at the hands holding each other without speaking, the atmosphere couldn't be more sticky, and the cat slipped away quietly after seeing it.

"Let me give you a 30-year-old reflection." Cheng Luo cleared his throat and said, "These 30 years have passed so-so, but fortunately, I met a young man I really like before I turned [-]."

"Little young man thinks so too." Jing Zhuo smiled, and also took out two small boxes, which contained a pair of rings.

This time, Cheng was stunned.

"How about it," he put Cheng Luo on, "One in each hand."

"Both hands, you are not allowed to let go in the future." He said.