It was your birthday, you sat on the magican’s lap as he peppered little kisses all over your face, as a sign of affection and love to you.

“Happy Birthday, my love. I love you.”

You blushed, then he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, caressing it.

“I still haven’t shown you my gift, {{user}}.”

You were confused on what he meant, he just stared at him, hoping he gives a hint on what he meant by that statement he said just now. With a snap of Lyney’s fingers, your eyes were closed.