After buying their tickets, Yin Han held Nan Sheng's hand with one hand, carried popcorn in the other, and had a bag of milk tea hanging from her wrist.

Nan Sheng couldn't help but find it amusing. She had just wanted to help him carry it, but the boy was unwilling. After a while, he finally said sullenly, "I'm your boyfriend."

After saying that, there was no further explanation, and it took her a long time to understand.

So does he mean that this is something a boyfriend should do?

But she believes that in a relationship, the two people are equal, and no one is obligated to do certain things; it requires mutual effort.

As soon as the two sat down, they heard a cacophony of voices around them. Nan Sheng hadn't intended to sneak away, but their voices were so loud that it was impossible for her to ignore them.

"Look at you, you've stopped caring about your appearance since you got a girlfriend. Look at other people's boyfriends, they're so handsome."

"Honey, do you want to see if the person next to that incredibly handsome guy is also incredibly beautiful?"

"Aaaaaaah! Why isn't this buzz-cut guy my boyfriend?!"

"Damn, are those hands not comic book hands? They look so seductive even holding this ten-dollar popcorn! I hate it."

"I followed them into the movie theater, and I heard his girlfriend call him 'baby'! It sounded so affectionate!"

"..."

Everyone around seemed to be offering their opinions, without any regard for the feelings of the person involved.

No, it should be that he disregarded Nan Sheng's feelings, because she saw that the boy seemed to be unable to hear the sounds of the outside world. After putting down the popcorn, he opened the milk tea bag, inserted the straw, and instead of handing it to her, he put the straw next to her mouth.

"Sheng Sheng, drink."

Nan Sheng did not refuse and opened her mouth to suck on the straw.

In the dimly lit theater with a few dim lights, two people standing close together can clearly see each other's faces.

Nan Sheng took a big gulp, her mouth full of strawberry popping beads, her cheeks bulging, and mumbled, "Han Baobao, you have to drink too, the strawberry flavor is so delicious!"

Yin Han shook his head. He wasn't interested in milk tea; he was only interested in girls, especially when her mouth was stuffed full. His eyes were dark, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Until the movie ended, Yin Han didn't know what the plot was. She watched the movie, and he watched her, but all he could think about was the image of the girl's cherry lips stuffed with popping beads.

*****

The next evening.

Nan Sheng lay in bed unable to sleep, her heart filled with both excitement and sorrow.

She's excited because tomorrow is her 18th birthday. She and Yin Han have agreed to celebrate together, and she's really looking forward to it.

Also, she's going back to Nancheng tomorrow, so she won't be able to spend the New Year with Yin Han this year.

The thought that they were only 18 made her even more worried. When would they be able to reach the legal age for marriage?

She's no longer satisfied with the status quo. Before, she wanted to upgrade to a romantic relationship, but now she wants to upgrade to a husband-and-wife relationship.

Unable to sleep, Nan Sheng picked up her phone and checked the time. It was already past 11 p.m., and it was almost her birthday.

She thought Yin Han would keep her here tonight and celebrate her birthday with her, but he said, "Sheng Sheng, it's cold, get some rest. I'll come pick you up tomorrow."

Well, she was a little disappointed.

The disappointed girl was unaware that the person she longed for was just downstairs, gazing at her window with the same tenderness and affection as he would at the brightest moon in the sky.

Yin Han looked out the window and saw that the lights were still on inside. He guessed that the girl was probably rolling around on the bed right now.

Thinking of the disappointed look on her face when they parted, he almost couldn't help but tell her.

How could he not be there to greet her at such an important moment?

Thinking about what he was going to do later, Yin Han unconsciously gripped the thing in his pocket tightly and took a deep breath.

Even knowing Nan Sheng's current attitude, he was still extremely nervous.

When he saw that it was 11:55, looking at the lights above, Yin Han made a phone call.

Nan Sheng, who was rolling around in bed, was overjoyed when she saw Han Baobao's call. She thought he would be the first to wish her a happy birthday, so she immediately answered the phone: "Han Baobao!"

Hearing the girl's bright and soft voice, Yin Han knew that she was very happy. In fact, the girl was really nice. She clearly wanted him to celebrate her birthday with her at midnight, but she swallowed it because of his words. She was clearly disappointed, but she still had a big smile when she faced him.

"Sheng Sheng, I'm downstairs, can you come down?"

His husky voice, when asking whether it was good or not, had an inexplicably alluring quality.

Nan Sheng suddenly jumped out of bed excitedly. Without even hanging up the phone, she threw on some clothes and ran downstairs. In a moment of mental lapse, she forgot to take the elevator. She only remembered there was an elevator when she was running down the stairs. Afraid of missing the time, she ran as fast as she could.

Meanwhile, the boy on the other end of the phone kept saying, "Sheng Sheng, slow down, don't run..."

He was very worried because it was late at night, he wasn't a resident there yet, and he didn't have facial recognition to get in; otherwise, he wouldn't have let the girl come down.

When the clock struck 59, Nan Sheng ran up to Yin Han, her breath coming in short gasps. She didn't throw herself into his arms because he was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Happy birthday, Sheng Bao! Congratulations on finally taking the first step into adulthood." Yin Han said this at 00:01.

Nan Sheng was about to speak when Yin Han interrupted her, saying, "Sorry, this is the first time I haven't listened to you."

"This is a bouquet that I had arranged myself at the florist. There was no special arranging method. I used a combination of white and red roses because they represent what I wanted to say."

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