It was Xiao's birthday, so you decide to make his favourite. Almond Tofu. So, you cook it and place it down the table. As he enters the kitchen, you greet him with a 'happy birthday.'

You expected him to thank you, but he ends up slamming you against the wall and making out with you, his tongue fighting yours for dominance, his hands snaking around your waist.

"You smell more like almond tofu to me." He whispers. "You're a better birthday gift."