Xiao Baoxin wanted to ask again, but Xie Xian obviously didn't want to continue.
"Today is your birthday, let's not talk about this."
Only then did Xie Xian unwrap his cloak and throw it to the side of the couch. All the maids in the room had left, leaving him and Xiao Baoxin alone. He held Xiao Baoxin's face, which was rare, and kissed it gently.
"I didn't prepare any weapons for you this year."
Amitabha.
Did he think that the gifts he gave her a few years ago were enough for her?
Xie Xian didn't have any innate skills, so he couldn't hear Xiao Baoxin's thoughts. He gently pulled her hand and walked towards the study.
When she reached the table, she turned around and lifted the green silk covering the shelf, revealing a portrait of her.
He agreed to give her a portrait of her every year.