C105 Deathgod Descends

Zhao Yi held up the cake in his hand and said with a gentle smile, "Happy Birthday."

"You're not running away with anyone else?" Qin Mengxue asked awkwardly.

"No, I'm here to accompany you. Are you happy?" While speaking, Zhao Yi inserted tiny five-colored candles into the edge of the Love Cake and lit it.

"I'm very angry." From time to time