Her Majesty

"Is this the mysterious reward?" I saw Amanda holding a small cake, with candles above, it seemed to be a birthday cake.

"Yeah, what do you think?" Amanda smiled ambiguously and said, “What are you thinking? Did the fat woman not make you satisfied?"

"It's your birthday today?" I looked at the cake carefully. There were 30 candles, which was about the age of Amanda. It should be Amanda’s birthday.

Sure enough, Amanda nodded, turned off the headlight in the living room, leaving only a small yellow light, suddenly the light was dim. She put the cake on the table, sitting opposite me, making an instant candlelight dinner atmosphere.

"After today, I am 30 years old. Farewell, my youth!" Amanda crossed her fingers, made a wish and then blew out all the candles in one breath.

"Never mind, you are forever 18 years old for me!" Amanda was cute at that momen, that I couldn't help but tease her, especially when she bent down to blow out candles.

Every woman likes to be praised for their youth, Amanda was no exception. She heard my words, flushed, pouted her mouth, murmuring, “Thanks for your sweet words!"

I grinned and walked to her side and hugged her from behind, "Happy birthday, what did you just wish for?"

turned to face me, with both hands around my

to guess?" I raised an eyebrow and said with a wicked smile, “Then I will

when I was about

think in that way!” Amanda said with a

and was ready to put it on Amanda’s face. Amanda saw my intention, turned around the sofa, laughing. This inspired me to teach her a lesson. In this sitting room, Amanda could not run away, finally I succeeded in pasting the cake on her. Amanda was screaming during the process, pushing me with hands. But she was not as strong as me, instantly I pressed her down on ground and put the cake all over

like a winner, holding

in my body, making me itchy in my heart. I turned her body to face me, leaned on her, and kissed her lips. A sweet cake creamy taste and her lip stimulated my nerve. Amanda cooperated

Now you dare to bully me." Amanda was in aftertaste of that kiss, wiped the rest of the cake on her face, and put it all on my clothes, and punched me slightly on me

a long silence, she suddenly looked

at her. "Woman at thirty has

off!" Amanda was angry, climbed out from my arms, scolding,

this strange but somehow familiar word. Since Grace left, my emotional life has changed its nature. I was afraid I can never have emotion before I was