"It must be Xiao Qian and Zimo, right?" Jiao Yang walked over from behind Tongtong, buttoning up his shirt as he walked, and when he saw Luo Xiaoqian and Leng Zimo standing at the door, he immediately wrapped his arms around Tongtong's waist with a smile.
"Happy birthday!" Luo Xiaoqian offered the cake in her hands.
"Thank you!" Jiao Yang took the cake, passing it to Tongtong, "Please come in, both of you!"
Luo Xiaoqian and Leng Zimo came in with the cake and wine, walking into the living room to see cushions strewn all over the couch and onto the floor.
"What happened here, a battle?" Luo Xiaoqian joked.
"The war between man and woman, you know!" Jiao Yang smirked suggestively, squeezing Tongtong's waist, "Xiao Tong, hurry up and tidy this place up."
Luo Xiaoqian paused, her gaze sweeping over them again. Noticing their somewhat disheveled hair, she suddenly understood the implication in Jiao Yang's words, her face flushed with heat.
