Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

After putting the gifts into the bag prepared in advance, Ruan Xingchen was already holding a considerable bunch of roses in her arms.

The rose petals were hot and scorching, still wet with the morning dew.

Even her eyes were slightly red.

There was a torrent of emotions surging in her heart, but at this moment she couldn't say a word.

Her miserable childhood seemed to be constantly healed along this road.

The memories of the past poverty, misery, and hardship seem to be filled with such loving gifts and roses.

The repeated "I love you" caressed her heart full of wounds and scars, giving her love and warmth.

Just at this moment, the eighteenth knight approached.

This time it wasn't one person, but three.

When Ruan Xingchen saw them, her nose felt sore and tears almost fell.

"Sister Han Xing, don't cry!"

Shen Nai's riding movements were still a little unfamiliar, but the smile on his face was very bright. He waved the gift in his hand and said happily: "It's a good day to receive gifts, so smile happily!"

"Nana, be careful."

There was helplessness in Yu Feng's eyes as he carefully helped her hold the reins and kept an eye on her.

In front of the two of them was Xiao Bai, who was approaching with a stern face and holding a rose.

Xiao Bai's expression seemed stiff as he rode his horse side by side with them.

"You, why are you here?"

Ruan Xingchen was surprised and delighted, but also a little embarrassed in front of her younger siblings. She rubbed her cheeks shyly and said, "I didn't know you could ride horses."

“I just learned it not long ago.”

Shen Nai laughed embarrassedly: "I'm not very proficient yet."

She would never tell you that they were all pulled out of bed in the middle of the night and had to learn horse riding all night long!

"Han Xing, happy turning 18. You are such a wonderful girl, thank you for appearing in our lives."

Xiao Bai's expression relaxed and he handed the rose in his hand to her.

He raised the corners of his mouth and looked straight at her face, showing reluctance, attachment and obsession.

He thought, perhaps his silence and silent waiting were the right choices.

Perhaps he would never be able to give her such delicate care and heal her wounds in this life.

Before Ruan Xingchen's gaze turned towards him, he suppressed all his expressions, seemed to be somewhat relieved, and smiled lightly, "I hope that you will succeed in everything in your future life and ride the wind and waves."

This was the first bouquet of roses he gave her, and it might also be the last.

Eighteen years old, it seems that after crossing this age, there will be one more person in their lives.

"Sister Han Xing, I hope you can fly higher and farther, and live the life you want. Be loved and cared for, and shine brightly in this world."

Shen Nai's eyes also turned red.

She knew that from now on, her sister Han Xing would really start a new stage of life.

She had struggled and had other extravagant hopes.

At this moment, only blessings remain.

Handing the gift over, she tried to put on a bright smile and said sweetly, "Happy 18th birthday, Sister Han Xing, we will love you forever!"

"Sister Han Xing, you must live a happy life." Yu Feng said firmly, smiling at her: "You must be happy all your life."

Ruan Xingchen's hands trembled slightly as she took the rose and the gift.

After trying to hold it back again and again, a tear still couldn't help but slide down her cheek: "Thank you. I am also very happy to grow up with you. You will always be my family."

"Ma'am, don't cry. You should laugh."

Huo Yan wiped the tears from her eyes tenderly and said, "Madam, don't you want to see your eighteen-year-old gift?"

Ruan Xingchen raised his hand and opened the gift box.

Inside was a card and a property certificate.

"At eighteen, you have grown into a beautiful lady. I hope you have your own little home to shelter you from the elements. I hope you have no worries about money and a happy life, without having to worry about trivial matters."

Huo Yan hugged her tightly and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead: "Madam, I love you."

Tears blurred the world in front of her eyes, and Ruan Xingchen covered her lips.

Material things and money seem vulgar when mentioned.

But for an eighteen-year-old girl, this kind of gift is the most suitable and warmest.

With money, she wouldn't have to give up her dignity and kneel at the door of the Ruan family, begging for a little alms.

There would be no need to cry my heart out at the door of the emergency room, fearing that I would lose my grandmother.

There is no need to be desperate and confused, looking at the world with a feeling of uneasiness.

In his previous life, Ruan Xingchen would not have taken the path of cannon fodder.

Having her own home means she will always have somewhere to go and a habitat of her own.

My heart felt sore, painful and hot, but there was also a kind of sweetness that could not be dispersed.

"Mr. Huo, I hope you can treat her well."

With tenderness and hidden affection in his eyes, Xiao Bai looked at her and said solemnly, "If you let her suffer any injustice, we...will definitely not let you go."

Huo Yan raised his dark eyes and looked at him.

Fire flew between the two men, and there was a faint glint of swords and sabers.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xiao." He smiled coldly and distantly, his voice full of strong confidence: "My wife is my treasure. I will never allow her to suffer any grievances."

He will protect her well and keep her from being eroded by wind and rain.