Chapter 63 You're Doomed
This year's first snowfall came much earlier than in previous years.
The sky outside the window was bright, and Wang Yan heard the sound of snow falling.
Looking out the window, I saw the earth covered in white snow, and in the distance, the sky and earth merged into one.
"Sleep a little longer."
Su Yueming noticed Wang Yan getting up and instinctively reached out to stop him.
Wang Yan stopped what he was doing, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked back at him.
Do you know what day it is today?
Su Yueming knew, of course, that today was Wang Yan's birthday.
But he could only pretend to be stupid, propping himself up slightly and asking with a questioning look, "What day is it? Is it almost New Year's?"
The word "Chinese New Year" struck a nerve with Wang Yan.
With three months left until the Lunar New Year, he didn't know how long he would live.
"Do you want to spend New Year's Eve with me?"
Wang Yan asked this question almost subconsciously.
Perhaps he just wanted some psychological comfort?
Wang Yan himself was also unsure.
Su Yueming deliberately groped and took Wang Yanluo's hand at his side, stroking his knuckles in an ambiguous manner.
“Of course I would.” Perhaps feeling that this wasn’t enough emphasis, he added, “I would very much like to.”
Since he fainted that day, Wang Yan has never smiled again.
To be honest, he couldn't laugh.
I don't know if it's because it's my birthday today, or because I'm happy that Su Yueming agreed without hesitation.
A faint smile finally returned to the corners of his mouth.
Wang Yan lowered his head, his long hair obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, as he let Su Yueming kiss the back of his hand.
Happy birthday.
Su Yueming thought to himself.
He wanted to be the first person in the world to wish Wang Yan a happy birthday.
Today is my birthday.
Wang Yan spoke softly.
"Oh?" Su Yueming displayed his acting skills to the fullest, his body language conveying shock. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I didn't even have a chance to prepare a birthday present for you."
Wang Yan's smile deepened as he gazed tenderly at Su Yueming.
The heavy snow outside the window had stopped, and sunlight streamed down through the thin mist.
"Your presence by my side is the best birthday gift you could give me."
That one sentence is enough; it's more satisfying than a thousand sweet words.
A warm current surged through Su Yueming's heart, spreading to every part of his body.
He believed that Wang Yan had also fallen in love with him.
Someone suddenly knocked on the door, and a dull thud echoed into the bedroom. Wang Yan and Su Yueming looked at each other.
"My package should have arrived."
Wang Yan stood up, put on his slippers, and walked out of the bedroom.
As I opened the door, the deliveryman was indeed standing outside. "Hello, are you Mr. Wang?"
"It's me."
Please sign for it.
"Okay, thank you."
Wang Yan signed his name on the delivery slip and then accepted the cake from the deliveryman.
After closing the door, Wang Yan turned around, the sound of her instinctively wanting to scream being swallowed back down her throat.
He didn't know when Su Yueming left the bedroom, nor when he had silently appeared behind him.
People can be truly frightening to death when they try to scare each other.
Wang Yan took a deep breath and patted his heart. He really felt that his heart had skipped a beat.
"Why do you walk so quietly?"
Wang Yanqing closed his eyes and asked Su Yueming.
"Did I scare you?" Su Yueming's voice was full of apology; he really didn't mean to frighten Wang Yan.
Although Wang Yan said the person knocking on the door was a deliveryman, Su Yueming was afraid it wasn't.
What if it's a case of drowning?
So he followed them out, and after seeing the familiar yellow shirt through the gap, Su Yueming felt relieved.
He never expected to frighten Wang Yan, and his face was filled with guilt.
It seems that as long as you forgive him, he won't resist no matter how you treat him.
"fine."
Wang Yan waved his hand, knowing that Su Yueming hadn't done it on purpose.
He held up the cake, his tone cheerful, "My cake has arrived, we can eat it together."
"Wow."
Su Yueming exclaimed in exaggerated surprise, then quickly added solemnly, "No, a birthday is no small matter. We need to light candles and make a wish. Not a single step can be omitted."
"good."
Wang Yan nodded and placed the cake on the coffee table to unwrap it.
The cake was a very ordinary design and only six inches in size.
Su Yueming groped his way to sit down next to Wang Yan, his legs pressed tightly together.
His gaze was fixed on Wang Yan's face, not wanting to miss a single expression.
Fortunately, he was blindfolded, which prevented Wang Yan from discovering his perverted behavior.
Wang Yan was focused on inserting candles into the cake and lighting them with a lighter; the faint light reflected in his eyes.
Happy birthday!
Su Yueming started singing Happy Birthday at just the right moment. As expected of a singer, his a cappella singing was also very beautiful.
Wang Yan closed his eyes with utmost reverence and placed his hands together in front of his chest.
What he actually wanted to wish for was to live a little longer, much longer.
But when he was about to say those words aloud in his heart, Wang Yan fell silent.
With Su Yueming's melodious singing voice in his ears, he recalled how he looked standing on the stage.
They were so spirited and high-spirited, attracting the attention of everyone.
The stage is his "battlefield," and he shouldn't be confined to this small room.
"I hope Su Yueming lives to be a hundred years old," Wang Yan murmured to himself, his Adam's apple bobbing, "and gets rid of me as soon as possible."
Opening his eyes, Wang Yan blew out the candle.
The flames died out in his eyes.
Happy birthday, honey.
Su Yueming reached out and hugged Wang Yan, kissing his cheek with his lips, his voice filled with undisguised joy and excitement.
This was the first birthday he spent with Wang Yan, and he would cherish it forever.
Wang Yan leaned against Su Yueming's chest, savoring the happiness of the moment.
"I wish time could stop on this day."
"What?" Su Yueming looked down at him. "Do you want to celebrate your birthday every day?"
Wang Yan was speechless, and chuckled as he lightly punched his shoulder.
It would have been better if he hadn't made the accusation; after making the accusation, Su Yueming immediately tried to extort money from Wang Yan.
"It hurts so much, I feel like I can't move my arm."
Wang Yan immediately sat up straight, looking somewhat nervous. "I didn't use that much force, did I?"
"Anyway, my shoulder just hurts so much, I feel like I can't move it at all," Su Yueming said playfully. "You're doomed, you'll have to take care of me for the rest of your life."
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