The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  The lights in the living room were turned off, two cakes were placed on the table, and a total of twelve candles were inserted. As the candles flickered, everyone's faces were blurred and full of smiles.

  Qin Ting'an was sitting in front of the table, a cluster of flames lit up her dark pupils, covering them with a bit of warmth, and she even smiled warmly, carefully looking at the cake that belonged to her in front of her.

  Qin Yiling sat next to Qin Ting'an, her eyes rolled around and around, her face puffed up, she didn't know what she was thinking.

  The last candle was lit, and Lin Zhinan put away the lighter: "Make a wish, and then blow out the candle."

   "Let's see what wishes our two babies have." Qin Xun laughed.

Qin Ting'an jumped up, closed her eyes and made a wish earnestly. The moment her hands were put together, the world fell into complete darkness. She clearly couldn't see everything around her, but she could imagine every tiny scene. That little bear I saw next to the trash can tonight.

  Those quiet dark brown pupils.

   Even if abandoned by the world, still full of tenderness.

  Qin Ting'an's heartbeat was out of balance, and she silently made her birthday wish. Just as she was about to open her eyes and blow out the candles in the next second, she suddenly heard a "swish—" sound.

   Huh-hu-la-la.

  It was like the sound of wind, or the sound of snow falling.

   Something goes off.

  What is standing still.

   It turned out to be her heartbeat.

  When a person closes their eyes, other senses become extremely sharp, so that all Qin Tingan's nerves are concentrated on that "swish", and she suddenly opened her eyes!

   There are no six bright and soft candles in front of my eyes, only bare candles that have been blown out.

  Tonight is a blizzard, the living room is very dark, the moon is not visible, and the lights are turned off, the whole living room is plunged into deathly darkness.

   Can't see each other's faces clearly.

  Only silence spreads.

  The feeling of suffocation in someone's throat, subtle embarrassment.

  Qin Ting'an was stunned, staring blankly at the extinguished candle. There was no jumping flame. She had to work very hard to open her eyes wide to see the embers after burning. It turned out to be a drop of candle tears dripping along the candle.

   Pata.

   fell on the table.

  Leaves burn marks.

   Even candles can cry, but she can't, because in this family, tears are Qin Yiling's patent.

"Hee hee..." A burst of bright and mischievous laughter broke the suffocating silence like a silver bell. Qin Yiling sat beside Qin Ting'an leisurely, resting his arms on the table and resting his chin on the other hand, talking to them contentedly explain.

   "These two cakes are mine now!"

  Qin Yiling would blow out the candles of the two cakes in advance, which neither Lin Zhinan nor Qin Xun expected, so that they didn't react immediately.

  Lin Zhinan frowned slightly, first glanced at Qin Ting'an who was in a daze, then looked at Qin Yiling, and said harshly in a low voice.

   "Yi Ling, that's your sister's cake. It's not like mom won't buy you what you want."

  Qin Yiling's eyes turned red, and she pursed her lips: "I just want my sister! I want it!!"

The girl's soft and waxy voice became extremely sharp and harsh because it was elevated, and it was always buzzing in Qin Ting'an's ears, as if a small insect had burrowed into her ear along the pinna, and then Climbed into the veins, about to tear her apart.

  Inflated balloons, trying to put on a smiling face.

  Finally try your best to control it.

  Qin Xun's expression was not very good either: "Yi Ling, apologize to my sister."