"But we haven't kissed for a few days." Jin Beisen lowered his eyes. His long eyelashes looked even more mysterious in the darkness as they fluttered gently.
Listening to his tone, it seemed that he had been wronged. Zhou Manchun couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Beisen, you're really like a child." Zhou Manchun turned her body sideways. Her red and tender face was filled with shyness as she laid on Jin Beisen's chest.
"Alright, little vixen, I'll let you off again tonight." Jin Beisen helplessly narrowed his eyes. There was a trace of displeasure in his eyes, but it was more of his love for Zhou Manchun.
"Good night, big demon." Zhou Manchun playfully stuck out her tongue. Her right hand restlessly reached out to touch Jin Beisen's face.
"Good night, little baby." Jin Beisen slowly raised his eyes. There was a trace of a smile in his eyes. His handsome face had a devilish smile.
The next morning.
Jin Beisen finished washing up and was about to step out of the room with Zhou Manchun in his arms. Just as Jin Beisen opened the door, Zhou Manchun patted her head and suddenly said, "Ah, I forgot to take my phone."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Manchun crawled out of Jin Beisen's arms. She turned around and walked to the bedside table to get her phone.
With a "kacha" sound, the door was opened …
From the corner of Jin Beisen's eyes, he saw a white gift box on the ground. Jin Beisen squatted down and picked up the box with his bony and slender fingers. He looked up and down and thought, who put this here?
But in the next second, Jin Beisen opened the box. He saw a small card lying quietly on the sea blue scarf. Jin Beisen smiled. The words on the card were delicate. One look and he could tell that it was written by Zhou Manchun.
Beisen, happy birthday. I knitted this scarf myself. Don't dislike it! Love you.
It was signed by Zhou Manchun.
A few simple lines of words were like a warm ray of sunlight, shining deeply into Jin Beisen's heart.
His dark eyes flickered, and there was an indescribable feeling in them. This was the first birthday gift he had received this year, and it was also the best birthday gift.
Zhou Manchun picked up her phone and quietly came behind Jin Beisen. She hugged him from behind and put her ear on his back. Her lowered eyes showed some gentleness. She smiled warmly and said, "Happy birthday, Beisen."
Jin Beisen turned around and turned Zhou Manchun's body over. He looked at her face and reached out to rub her head. His eyes were full of love.
"Xiaochun, thank you. This is the best birthday gift I have ever received." The corner of Jin Beisen's mouth moved slightly, but his dark eyes were sparkling. There was a faint smile on his handsome face.
"Put on the scarf and let me see." Zhou Manchun took the scarf from Jin Beisen's hand, stretched her hands high, and helped him put the scarf on with a smile.
The sea blue scarf was furry. It was worn on Jin Beisen's neck, and it matched his skin color very well. Jin Beisen's skin was fair. Jin Beisen didn't see what he looked like wearing the scarf, but he felt a warmth in his heart.
"Silly woman, I like it very much." Jin Beisen touched the scarf and touched Zhou Manchun's head. His palm rubbed her soft hair.
"It's good that you like it. I didn't stay up for three nights in vain." Zhou Manchun said with a bright smile.
"You specially came home to prepare a birthday gift for me?" Jin Beisen said in surprise.
Zhou Manchun was also honest. She nodded and said, "Yes, look at me. There are dark circles under my eyes."
"Don't do this in the future. Birthdays don't mean anything to me. I don't usually celebrate birthdays." Jin Beisen suddenly said coldly with a straight face.
"Okay, I got it. Haha, this winter, you have to keep it around you!" Zhou Manchun got into Jin Beisen's arms with a smile and said coquettishly.
"Yes, I will wear it all the time."
In previous winters, no matter how cold it was, Jin Beisen never wore a scarf. He was not afraid of the cold, and he loved elegance and did not care about the temperature.
But this winter, he had one more person who could warm him, and he also had one more scarf. Happiness was so simple. Small details often determined everything.
No.1 Middle School of City A.
The sun was warm. In the classroom of Grade 12 Class 5, a middle-aged man was holding a piece of chalk and writing on the blackboard. His saliva flew from his mouth, and he was speaking passionately.
Ring, ring, ring …
The long-awaited bell for the end of class finally rang. The classroom was silent in an instant. Everyone was waiting for the teacher to announce the end of class. The next class was physical education, which was also the favorite class of this group of high school seniors. Compared to those boring cultural classes, physical education was much better.
"Class dismissed." Teacher Wang put down the chalk and stood on the podium with a serious expression.
"Stand up." Yu Yina reacted quickly and stood up from her seat.
"Goodbye, students."
"Goodbye, teacher." The students said in high spirits. After a physics class, it was like losing half of their lives. It was more tiring than running 800 meters.
In an instant, the originally quiet classroom suddenly became lively. The students chatted one after another. Yu Yina tidied up her desk and took out a cup of water from under the desk to drink some water.
Lin Qiaoqiao walked over with a hesitant look. She put her hands behind her back and said mysteriously, "Nana."
Yu Yina raised her eyes, and there was a smile in her bright eyes. She replied, "Qiaoqiao, what's wrong?"
Lin Qiaoqiao looked around like a thief. When she saw that the students had walked out of the classroom one after another, she pulled out a chair next to Yu Yina and sat down.
However, Lin Qiaoqiao's hands were still behind her. Yu Yina felt very strange. She squinted her eyes and glanced at her.
"Nana, does that Yu Shen have someone he likes?" Lin Qiaoqiao asked in a deep voice, seemingly doubtful.
Yu Yina subconsciously rubbed the space between her eyebrows. Her red lips curled up into a smile. She closed her cup and said, "Qiaoqiao, how would I know? You should ask him. "
"Haven't you been very close to him recently? I thought you knew. "Lin Qiaoqiao lowered her head slightly, but the expression in her eyes changed, but it was not noticed by Yu Yina.
A woman's jealousy was really a terrible thing. Lin Qiaoqiao was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, but she was deeply jealous of Yu Yina. Yu Yina's grades were better than hers, and her appearance was also better than hers. She was also the class monitor, and the teachers of every course liked her very much. Such a girl, wherever she went, was born to be the public enemy of women.
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