Han Qingrang hugged her from behind, the back of her head resting lightly against his chest, and his voice came intermittently: "Zhizhi, even if you just look at me, give me a look, my heart will tinkle, like a hanging wind chime gently bumping when blown by the wind."

Zhiyun rubbed the back of her head against his chest, finding a comfortable position, "Yeah."

"I ignored you and I was angry because I wanted you to pay attention to me and care about me more. Zhizhi, I used up all my strength to restrain myself from looking for you, to restrain myself from ignoring you when facing your tenderness."

He has been restraining himself.

If Han Qingrang didn't say it at this moment, Zhiyun would probably just think that he was sulking these days and was really so angry that he didn't want to pay attention to her.

Now that he said these words himself, Zhiyun realized how much torment he had been experiencing these days.

I looked at my watch.

It's almost time.

She had to leave as planned and not delay too long, otherwise it would be too late.

So Zhiyun pulled out a silk scarf from her clothes, turned around, and waved it in front of him, "Here."

His eyes fell on the scarf.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes seemed to be asking her.

Zhiyun folded the scarf into strips, about four fingers wide. "Doctor Han, don't ask me what to do next. I'm going to blindfold you now. Please squat down a little."

He tilted his head, a very slight shift, not much.

Not knowing what she was going to do, and unable to ask, Han Qingrang's look really hit Zhiyun's cute spot.

so cute.

"I have a surprise for you."

"surprise?"

Zhiyun nodded vigorously: "Well, it's a big surprise, I hope you like it."

Until now, he hasn't mentioned a single word about his birthday tomorrow. Zhiyun thought he probably wouldn't mention it.

So now, she is going to start her plan.

Han Qingrang did as he was told and leaned forward slightly.

But it's still too high.

"Squat down a little more and close your eyes. Hurry up," she urged him.

Han Qingrang did as he was told.

This time he squatted down and leaned forward, getting closer to her, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Zhiyun folded the silk scarf over his eyes and tied it tightly. Under the bright light here, she gestured with a number and asked him, "Do you see my hand? What's this?"

"Weave."

"No, I asked what time it was?"

"It's Zhizhi."

“…”

Zhiyun held his face and moved closer to him, so close that the tip of her nose touched his, "Do you see my eyes?"

"I can see it." He said, with a faint smile on his face.

“…”

Zhiyun waved back and forth in front of him twice, "Can you really see it?"

"Yeah." He was telling the truth.

Indeed, I could see her blurry shadow and the outline of her face before my eyes.

Zhiyun took off the silk scarf covering his eyes and covered her own with it. Although her vision was blurry, at least she could see people.

When she covered her eyes, Han Qingrang's face was covered.

Zhiyun saw a dark shadow approaching her through the scarf. Her hand loosened and the scarf fell down to block her mouth, allowing Han Qingrang to kiss the scarf.

The two looked at each other, with a silk scarf between them.

After a while, Zhiyun laughed so hard that her shoulders trembled slightly, "You want to sneak attack me."

"Well, sneak attack you."

He pulled away the obstructing scarf and covered it.