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Afraid of what Pei Yiting would really do, Xia Yueqing didn't dare to move anymore, and she was unwilling to communicate with him any more.

She was quiet, but she completely ignored Pei Yiting.

Seeing Xia Yueqing like this, Pei Yiting felt depressed for a while. He could only be sure that he did not lose her by hugging her tightly.

How can this woman let go of him who has penetrated into his bone marrow long ago? let her go?

But her heart is so ruthless. Could it be that the relationship of more than a year is nothing?

Sensing her face buried in her back, Xia Yueqing's whole body was as stiff as a stone.

But after that, Pei Yiting didn't do anything.

Only then did her heart slowly relax.

"Happy birthday."

Just when she opened her eyes and was about to see dawn, a faint sigh and a hoarse blessing came from behind her.

Xia Yueqing's heart seemed to be strangled by invisible hands.

Happy birthday……

This was the first time Pei Yiting celebrated her birthday with her, and it would also be the last time.

Her heart softened instantly, and his voice was so aggrieved and pitiful, as if everything was her messing around.

But really not...

Xia Yueqing gritted her teeth tightly, pretending that she didn't hear anything.

This reaction was expected by Pei Yiting.

He ended up saying nothing more.

When it was almost dawn, Xia Yueqing fell asleep drowsily, but he let go of her at this moment, and slowly got up.

I drank too much wine and my head hurts a bit.

After coming out, Pei Yiting took two painkillers before going into the kitchen.

Xia Yueqing woke up when he got up, but she didn't get up, she just lay down.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the room was opened by him again.

When he came over, he happened to catch her open eyes.

The four eyes meet, but it seems that they have been looking at each other for thousands of years.

Just as Xia Yueqing wanted to look away, Pei Yiting had already spoken. "Now that you're awake, get up."

Later, she saw Pei Yiting cooking a bowl of noodles.

"This is breakfast." When he said this, his face was calm.

But God knows how nervous he was.

Xia Yueqing lowered her eyes, her gaze fell on the bowl on the dining table.

It was probably the first time Pei Yiting made something in so many years, it was a bowl of noodles.

Longevity noodles? For her birthday?

Xia Yueqing just felt as if she had knocked over the five-flavored bottle, and it was probably the feeling that she was talking about with mixed feelings.

Everything he did touched the softest part of her heart.

She loves and hates Pei Yiting like this.

She stood in the restaurant for too long, Pei Yiting thought that Xia Yueqing didn't want to touch the bowl of noodles, and the luster in her eyes dimmed.

Just when he was about to give up, Xia Yueqing sat down expressionlessly.

The chopsticks were nearby, she picked them up and took a bite.

It is not as delicious as imagined, it can only be said to be edible.

And this is the only decent bowl that Pei Yiting cooked out after trying several times.

Xia Yueqing ate up the whole bowl of noodles, and he, like a chef waiting for the grade, showed rare anxiety on his handsome face.

In the end, Xia Yueqing didn't say a word.

But her actions, to Pei Yiting, were an invisible encouragement.