"That's precisely why I can't accept gifts. You've already been so good to me, how can I ask for a gift in return?"

"All right"

Cui Yuling's lips curled up slightly. "But little brother, my birthday is coming up soon. What are you planning to give me?"

Chi Musheng's smile froze halfway through. Damn it, another layer of wooden planks covered the pit, and he couldn't climb out.

He suppressed the urge to pinch her and spoke softly.

"If you tell me about the gift, it won't be fun. A gift should be a surprise, shouldn't it?"

Cui Yuling's smile was incredibly bright, and she reached out to pinch Chi Musheng's cheek again.

"That's true, but your sister isn't short of money and isn't interested in ordinary gifts, so she's really looking forward to the surprise your brother is talking about. Don't disappoint her!"

Haha, little brother, you're still too green. Her five hundred years of cultivation is not something you can shake with just twenty years.

"Wanla," Chi Musheng thought, wishing he could slap himself twice. What was the point of creating this surprise? What was supposed to be a simple matter that required a little thought to resolve had now turned into a source of worry that would probably cause him to lose hundreds of hairs.

As Cui Yuling retracted her long legs and got up to leave, she turned her head and teased.

"That's all for today. Sister's going to sleep now. Brother, you should go to sleep early too, okay? Don't dream about Rongrong tonight, but think about your sister, okay?"

Watching Cui Yuling's departing figure, Chi Musheng couldn't help but roll his eyes. He thought that Tu Shan Rongrong at least wanted to be a Fu Rui fanatic. He wondered if she would even sleep at night, because she would probably have to wash her pants as soon as she woke up the next day.