Tomorrow is my birthday, my real birthday.
I casually mentioned this to You before, and he's kept it in mind ever since. He woke up early this morning and mysteriously told me that there would be a surprise tomorrow.
Looking at his bright, sparkling eyes and the uncontrollable upward curve of his lips, I smiled helplessly, too embarrassed to expose him to his face.
What an idiot! Who tells someone in advance when they're about to give them a surprise? "I'm going to give you a surprise tomorrow."
Youzhen is getting sillier and sillier.
However, when I learned that there would be a surprise tomorrow, I was still excited all day long and secretly looked forward to tomorrow's arrival.
You've been good enough to me already; I wonder what kind of heart-fluttering surprise tomorrow will bring.
"Go to sleep now," You whispered, holding me close.
I said sweetly in You's arms, "I...I can't sleep."
Can't sleep?
"Yes, I'm so excited! I'm so excited just thinking about the surprise you're going to give me tomorrow."
After a moment of silence, he said, "How about I tell you a joke?"
"Let's not..."
I remember last time You told me three jokes, I immediately went to sleep. Does You now think that telling jokes is the way to lull me to sleep?
You's voice was low and deep, and there was even a hint of grievance in it, "Don't you want to listen? Is it because I didn't speak well?"
"How could that be? You're making this very funny." I couldn't bear to see You heartbroken.
"Since you enjoy my jokes so much, I'll be generous and tell one," You said, then continued, "The neighbor's son is in first grade. One weekend, while playing at home, he accidentally broke the fish tank. His dad was furious and about to hit him when the son obediently said, 'Dad, I'm sorry, I was wrong.'"
His dad said, "Admitting your mistake is not enough? It's not that easy."
The son asked, "What should we do then?"
His father said, "Hold your hands behind your head, squat in the corner, sing the national anthem, and reflect on your actions."
Not long after, the child's mother returned. After finding out what had happened, she was heartbroken to hear that her son's voice had become hoarse from singing. She scolded his father, who said helplessly, "Wife, I was wrong."
His mother: "Is admitting your mistake enough?"
His dad: "What should we do then?"
His mother: "You, squat in the corner and sing the national anthem."
I chuckled twice, deciding I couldn't indulge You's habit of telling jokes, and then clung to You's arm.
"Stop talking, just coax me to sleep."
"To lull you to sleep?"
"Mmm." I rested my head on You's shoulder and took her arm. "You, will you sing me a song to lull me to sleep?"
"What do you want to hear?" In the darkness, You's Adam's apple bobbed.
"What I want to hear, you might not necessarily know either."
Youyuan: ...
"Okay, just sing a song you know, something suitable for bedtime."
Youqing cleared her throat, and a deep, soothing voice drifted over, "Gentle moonlight gently spills in, shining on my little darling on the bed. The stars and moon softly whisper to you, little darling, sleep well, may happiness always be with you, little darling, sleep well. My embrace is sweet and warm, nestled tightly against my little darling. The fireflies softly whisper to you, little darling, sleep well, may happiness always be with you, little darling, sleep well."
As I listened to this familiar melody, I actually became sleepy.
I fell asleep with anticipation for the surprises of the next day.
The next morning, I saw You sitting in front of me wearing a black suit and black leather shoes, her legs propped up, revealing white socks at her ankles.
I swallowed hard; this abstinent old cadre was strangely alluring.
"Happy birthday." You saw me wake up and stretched her head closer to me, her delicate red lips almost touching mine.
That's when I noticed that You was wearing gold-rimmed glasses today.
That's so cool.
I clutched my chest. Was I really going to be subjected to such an intense onslaught of handsome men so early in the morning?
You chuckled softly in front of me, her eyes, as bright as stars, reflecting my image. She gently kissed me on the lips. "It's time to get up, little princess."
"Ah, okay."
I got up and washed up like an idiot. As soon as I came out of the bathroom, I prepared the clothes I was going to wear out today.
The simple black dress I wore matched perfectly with You's black suit.
I smiled slightly, a strange joy welling up inside me.
My outfit was a cocktail dress, but looking at You's domineering CEO-like demeanor, I reluctantly put on high heels anyway.
I glanced at myself and You in the mirror; now we're finally perfect.
As soon as I stepped outside, I saw my first surprise of the day: a yard filled with roses bearing the simple message "I love you."
The trunk of You's personal vehicle was also filled with roses.
I grumbled about why I had so many flowers, but I was happier than anyone else inside.
What girl doesn't like flowers?
You didn't linger at the door but instead drove me into the city.
I sat in the passenger seat looking out the window, wondering where You had taken me to the first place.
Are you hungry?
I'm hungry.
"Okay, let's eat first."
You's attire today is quite different from usual. When she was in the mortal realm, she used to have long hair, but today she cut it short, perhaps to match her suit.
I stole a glance at You's perfect profile. Her neat, short brown hair fell smoothly, and her high, straight nose and tightly pursed thin lips made her look even more refined. The glasses on her nose added a touch of asceticism.
I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest. You can make me swoon with just a simple change of hairstyle.
I'm afraid I could never get enough of looking at You's face in my entire life.
You noticed me peeking at him, turned his head to look at me, and although his tone was indifferent, I could still see a hint of expectation deep in his eyes, "What do you think of this outfit?"
"So handsome, okay? Super handsome!" I showered You with compliments.
You coughed lightly, the tips of her ears turning slightly red. "You look beautiful today too."
I smiled smugly and said, "When am I not beautiful?"
You smiled and said, "Yes, you are more beautiful every day than yesterday."
While we were talking, we arrived at the restaurant that You had booked.
I glanced at it and realized that You had booked a Western restaurant. You and I rarely go to Western restaurants.
"Do you two have an appointment?"
"Yes, Youyuan."
"Okay, Mr. You, this way please."
After You and I sat down, the waiter brought out the menu.
"I've opened the red wine I had stored here yesterday."
"Yes, sir."
Today is my birthday, so Yu let me order first. "I want foie gras, Russian borscht, a steak, a salad, and a pudding."
"Yes, miss."
"And this gentleman?"
Without even glancing at the menu, You replied, "The same as hers."
"Okay." The waiter made a note of it and then left.
I looked around and saw that the Western restaurant had a nice decor, but I wondered what the food would taste like.
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