I'm an adult now.
After calming Song Zhao down, Nan Qi started preparing her birthday meal. Song Zhao was still clinging to her, this time not hanging on her, but her hands were never still, either touching her chest or her waist.
This greatly affected her cooking. If it weren't for the fact that Song Zhao had cried so much on her birthday, she would have definitely left a slap mark on her hand.
Nanqi held Song Zhao's hand and said softly, "Baby, keep an eye on the pot. Once it boils, open the lid and turn the heat down a bit, okay?"
"Where are you going?" Song Zhao asked, gripping her hand tightly like a startled bird.
"The bathroom," Nanqi said helplessly.
"Then I'll go with you."
"We don't need that, and there's a pot too, someone has to watch it."
"I don't want to. I just want to stay close to you and be with you all day."
Nanqi sighed, and as she turned her head, she saw the gift box she had placed on the table.
"Go open a gift first, I'll be right back when you're done," Nanqi said, gesturing to the gift on the table.
"You gave it to me?" Song Zhao asked excitedly.
"Of course it was a gift from me." Nanqi smiled and pinched her little nose.
Song Zhao ran over happily, and Nan Qi took the opportunity to rush to the bathroom. As soon as she came out, she heard Song Zhao scream "Ah!"
Nanqi followed the sound to the kitchen. The pot lid was churning with the hot soup, and the soup was overflowing. Song Zhao was shaking his hands in pain.
Nanqi immediately pulled Song Zhao out, opened the pot lid, turned off the heat, and then turned on the tap to rinse Song Zhao's hands. The whole action was very quick, taking only two or three seconds.
"It hurts..." Song Zhao said, sobbing.
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have given you the pot. You got burned on your birthday," Nanqi said regretfully.
"Aren't you angry that I messed up the pot?"
"Are you stupid? Your hands are much more important than the soup. Besides, that pot of soup can still be used. It's just that you're not allowed in the kitchen anymore."
"No, I want to stick with you."
Is yours just sticky? Your hands haven't been still either.
“Zhao Zhao, you’re not like this at school.”
"This isn't a school, this is home, our home."
Nanqi nodded and said, "That's right, it's at home that I let you cling to me."
Nanqi applied soy sauce to the affected area and then took a can of iced cola from the refrigerator to apply to it. Nanqi couldn't help but sigh, "This can of cola has such a long lifespan; perhaps it was destined not to be drunk by humans."
"Have you opened the gifts?" Nanqi asked.
"Not yet, the pot started bubbling as soon as the rope was untied."
"Oh, then you can continue dismantling it."
"No, I'll wait for you to tear it down with me."
Nanqi hesitated for a moment and then said, "That works too."
After several attempts by Song Zhao to harass her, Nan Qi finally finished cooking Song Zhao's birthday meal. After finishing the meal, she also cleaned up the pots and stove.
Nanqi made a big pot of chicken noodle soup with vegetables, meatballs, and sliced beef. These ingredients were leftovers from Aunt Fang's last hot pot, and she put them all in the pot to cook. She also fried the box of shepherd's purse dumplings she brought and made a salad with oyster sauce to cut through the richness.
Song Zhao was about to serve noodles when Nan Qi stopped her in time. She took the bowl from Song Zhao's hand and said, "I'll serve you. I don't want your delicate hands to get any more unsightly blisters."
Song Zhao sat opposite Nan Qi, picked up a mouthful of noodles, blew on it to cool it down, and slurped it down in a few mouthfuls. She hadn't eaten much since last night, and now that the aroma was so enticing, she couldn't care less about her usual slow and careful eating.
"It's a pity that all the cake shops are closed for the Chinese New Year, so you can't have cake," Nanqi sighed.
"Longevity noodles are good enough, but the most important thing is that you're here," Song Zhao said, her face flushed.
Nanqi smiled and said, "I'll definitely make you a big cake for your birthday next year."
"Um!"
After dinner, Nanqi solemnly opened her gift in front of Song Zhao. It was a small microphone and speaker set, which looked very cute. When she opened the box, Nanqi found that the microphone was in a different position, which was obviously caused by someone.
Nanqi didn't say anything, but presented the gift to Song Zhao, watching her feign surprise and joy, and then examine it carefully.
"Want to give it a try?"
"want."
Song Zhao connected via Bluetooth, played music from his phone through the speaker, and softly sang into the microphone while testing his voice.
Nanqi took out her phone and recorded Song Zhao's singing. She sang sweetly and happily, and even her puffy eyes looked adorable.
"What are you doing? You look awful, why are you still recording?" Song Zhao said.
"You're not allowed to slander my baby! My baby isn't ugly at all; he's super cute!"
"You're lying through your teeth, I don't want to."
"I want to record all the meaningful moments between us, so that when we're old, we can look back at how we looked when we were young. How meaningful would that be?"
"I don't want to."
Song Zhao ran to the sofa, laughing and trying to avoid Nan Qi's camera. Nan Qi held up her phone to scare her, and Song Zhao pretended to dodge, then ran towards the bedroom, quickly closed the door, and used her body to block the door so that Nan Qi wouldn't come in.
"Baby, darling"
"No matter what I say, it's no use. I'm not letting you in."
"Oh dear, honey, why did you lock your husband out?"
"Pah, when did you become my husband?"
"You're my wife, so am I not your husband?"
"You're talking nonsense again!"
"Let me in."
"Put your phone away and I'll let you in."
"Then let me take a picture, and I'll keep it."
"No way."
Song Zhao thought for a moment, then quietly let go of the doorknob and stood against the wall. Nan Qi suddenly rushed in and, to avoid falling, stumbled and pounced onto the bed.
Song Zhao chuckled and closed the door, then straddled Nan Qi. "You've lost to me, haven't you?"
Nanqi was a little unconvinced. She turned around and found that their lips were less than two centimeters apart.
Before Nanqi could finish speaking, Song Zhao's kiss silenced her.
Song Zhao raised his hand and turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness, filling the entire room with an ambiguous atmosphere.
"I'm an adult now, and I can have my coming-of-age ceremony."
Nanqi rolled over with Song Zhao in her arms and took the lead, leaning down to kiss her forehead and then kissing down the lines of her face, while her hands frantically unbuttoned her clothes.
Song Zhao cooperated with her, stroking her while lifting her shirt up.
Finally, the two of them, completely naked, broke through that physical barrier.
Afterwards, Nanqi lay in bed, her legs sore and weak, even going to the toilet was difficult. Song Zhao wanted to carry her over, but she refused, insisting on walking on her own. Left with no other choice, Song Zhao had to let her support him.
“You, you clearly have no strength, but you still try to show off,” Song Zhao said.
Nanqi glared at her irritably and muttered, "Isn't this all your doing?"
Song Zhao laughed excitedly, "You looked especially charming just now, and your voice was beautiful too."
"If you say another word, there won't be a next time."
Nanqi was initially in charge, but Song Zhao's body was too sensitive. Whenever Nanqi reached the crucial step, Song Zhao would close her eyes, frown, and cry out in pain. This made Nanqi feel extremely sorry for her, so she voluntarily lay down and became the pillow princess.
Song Zhao looked at his fingers and thought to himself that he would have to spend money to take care of them from now on, and the skin on his fingers needed to be smoother.
When Nanqi got back into bed, she saw red marks on her skin. "Have I lost my virginity?"
Song Zhao's lips curled up, and his eyes curved into a smile. "I will take responsibility for you."
Take responsibility, my ass.
Perhaps because she had been calling for too long, Nanqi felt her throat was dry, and drinking water didn't help. She was reluctant to talk, so she covered herself with the blanket, turned her back to Song Zhao, and didn't say a word no matter how Song Zhao hugged or shook her.
Song Zhao said, "Why don't you recognize me just because you haven't pulled up your pants yet?"
Seeing that Nanqi still ignored her, Song Zhao simply covered her face and pretended to cry, "I'm never celebrating my birthday again. I'm not happy at all. I burned my hand, and my girlfriend is ignoring me..."
Nanqi noticed something was wrong with her voice, so she turned over and hugged her. She rested her head on Song Zhao's body and explained, "My throat is sore, I don't want to talk."
Song Zhao's expression changed instantly, and he said in a serious tone, "I'll go get you some watermelon frost."
"You! You lied to me."
How come I never noticed before that she was such a manipulative woman? Who taught her that?
Song Zhao quickly grabbed the watermelon frost, walked over barefoot, and trotted over happily.
Nanqi put a piece in her mouth, and it was indeed icy cold, which made her throat feel a little better.
"Could you please stop being so manipulative in the future?"
"Hehe, I learned it from you."
"Stop slandering me. When did I teach you how to be a green tea bitch?"
"You have a bad memory, it's not your fault."
"I don't care, just say it if you dare. If you don't say it, then it doesn't exist."
"You forgot? You said your wound hurt and that you told me not to be angry with you." Song Zhao said, stroking her buttocks.
Nanqi suddenly remembered the scene from that day, and her face flushed with embarrassment.
Do I need to elaborate further?
Nanqi quickly covered her mouth, "That's enough, no need, let's move on to the next topic."
"Are you going home tonight?" Song Zhao asked tentatively.
Nanqi knew what she was thinking and teased her on purpose, "Why aren't you going home?"
"Shall we continue tonight?"
Nanqi pinched her nose angrily, "Are you still going to continue? Do you not want a happy life from now on?"
Song Zhao winced in pain instantly and murmured, "Yes, yes, yes."
Nanqi released her hand with a displeased look. "Let's talk about something else. I'll think about it."
"Hmm... come with me to set off fireworks!"
“That’s fine.” Nanqi pointed to the table. “Bring me my phone.”
"ah?"
"Call my mom and tell her I'm not going back."
Song Zhao immediately beamed with joy, her face flushed.
As it was getting dark, the two got dressed and went outside. Several fireworks stalls had been set up outside these past few days. Song Zhao had never bought any of these before and was curious about everything, so she asked about each one. The stall owners quickly made recommendations, practically wanting her to buy them all.
Nanqi pulled her along, took the sparklers and a bucket of fireworks that she was most interested in, and then paid the bill and left.
"Let me tell you, ignore that old man. He's got money to burn and is trying to take advantage of you."
Song Zhao linked arms with her and said, "I know, I was just asking. We're not buying anything. You're in charge of our household spending."
Nanqi said smugly, "That's right."
They walked to a square. Nanqi lit a sparkler for Song Zhao to play with. The heart-shaped sparkler crackled in Song Zhao's hand, emitting a golden glow. The glow reflected on her face, adding a layer of hazy beauty to her warm skin tone.
Seeing her staring blankly at her, Song Zhao leaned closer and blinked, "Is it pretty?"
Nanqi shook her head and said, "It is very beautiful."
Just then, a tall boy walked over, holding a small sparkler that was still lit, and said, "Hey beautiful, wanna play together?"
Song Zhao consciously took a step back, his expression becoming serious.
Another boy came over and put his arm around the first boy's shoulder, saying, "Setting off fireworks is dangerous. My buddy can help you set them off."
"No need, we just want to play by ourselves," Song Zhao said, emphasizing each word.
Nanqi added, "If you like the fireworks we have, they're for sale over there. We paid for them just to set them off for our own fun."
"Hey beautiful, don't be such a spoilsport," the second boy said, reaching out to touch Nanqi's face.
Nanqi tilted her head to the side and dodged, grabbing his wrist with her right hand and twisting it hard behind his back.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."
The boy next to her was also startled. "Never mind, let's just do our own thing."
Nanqi kicked his calf again before letting him go.
Nanqi, afraid of upsetting Song Zhao, pulled her into her arms and said with a smile, "I'll take you to a less crowded place so you don't run into any more annoying people."
Song Zhao grinned and said, "Great! The way you looked just now was absolutely awesome."
"That's right."
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