April 8th was Bai Ye's birthday. In the past, he would celebrate it with his friends or at work. This year, he declined all invitations. He didn't want to go anywhere. He just wanted to spend the day with Qi Xingchen in his own home.
They had been living in a mess for the past few days. During the day, they would sleep until noon. At night, they would be very energetic. As for why he was so energetic, it wasn't Qi Xingchen's problem. He had always been very healthy. It was mainly because someone didn't let him sleep at all.
Until he saw the constellation corresponding to his birthday on April 8th.
Aries Constellation
Then he looked at the constellation characteristics of Aries.
He understood.
He wanted to cry.
It was okay to not celebrate a birthday, but there had to be a cake. After the sadness, Qi Xingchen wiped his tears and followed the cake tutorial on the app. He got out of bed, baked the cake base, whipped the cream, chopped the fruit, and mixed it with the jam. He enjoyed the rare leisure time in the kitchen.
Unfortunately, he didn't enjoy it for long before a certain devil came dragging his shoes. The T-shirt hung loosely on his body, revealing half of his cold white shoulders. The belt of his home pants wasn't tied. It was obvious that he had just gotten out of bed and didn't have time to take care of himself before coming to find him.
Qi Xingchen was on guard. "I want to cook."
"What are you cooking? Cake?" Bai Ye glanced at the cream. "It's not as delicious as yours."
Hearing these words, Qi Xingchen's hair stood on end. He said with 30% caution and 70% flattery, "It's not done yet. You can try it after it's done. I didn't put much sugar. It's not greasy."
Looking at his pitiful eyes, Bai Ye couldn't help but laugh. "Look at how scared you are. Okay, I won't touch you today."
Qi Xingchen didn't feel happy when he said he wouldn't touch him. Instead, he felt uncomfortable.
Today was his birthday. He had an obligation to satisfy all of his needs, no matter what.
Besides, other than his waist and legs being a little tired, his throat being a little hoarse the next day, and he couldn't sleep well, when he did it with Bai Ye, he still … felt very comfortable.
Especially when the other party often used that heavenly voice to tease his ears, that kind of stimulation always made him impulsive again and again.
"It's okay," Qi Xingchen said generously. "It's your birthday today. You can do whatever you want."
Bai Ye raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
"Yes."
Bai Ye walked over and whispered in Qi Xingchen's ear. Qi Xingchen's face instantly turned red. He waved the eggbeater and drove Bai Ye out of the kitchen.
Qi Xingchen had never made a cake before. He was afraid that he would mess it up, so he didn't dare to make it too complicated. It was a simple two-layer cake with cream in the middle and a thin layer of cream on the outside. Because of mild OCD, the cream scraped very smoothly.
Two small matchstick figures were drawn on the cake with jam. They were both tall and thin, and they were hugging Limai. One of them was sitting next to him, holding a small Xing Xing in his hand. The drawing wasn't very good, and he couldn't find a way to fix it. Qi Xingchen could only bring it up guiltily and smile obsequiously, trying to get away with it.
However, Bai Ye didn't see anything unusual. He asked in surprise, "Are the two of us drawn on the cake?"
"… Yes." Qi Xingchen continued to smile. "It looks like us, doesn't it?"
"It can be seen from the features, but I seem to be more handsome in person. I'm not so … crooked," Bai Ye said very politely.
Qi Xingchen nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, you're super handsome in person!!!"
After eight years of listening to flattery, Bai Ye had long been indifferent to praise. Now, he felt that the simple "super handsome" from his little fan was very pleasant to hear. Even the matchstick figures were more pleasing to the eye. He even vaguely felt that they were somewhat handsome.
He continued to observe proudly. "Why is the Xing Xing in your hand tilted to my side? Did you draw it wrong?"
"It's not crooked. I did it on purpose." Qi Xingchen suddenly stuttered. "I … I want to give you the Xing Xing."
Xing Xing had many beautiful meanings. Usually, when a boy promised a girl, he liked to say, "If you want the Xing Xing in the sky, I'll pluck it for you" to show his determination to do anything for the girl.
However, Xing Xing also had another meaning.
Bai Ye raised his left eyebrow. "You want to give yourself to me."
He said it as a statement, not a question. Qi Xingchen didn't expect him to be so straightforward. He was a little anxious. "I've been yours for a long time!"
"Then what are you doing? Going through the handover procedures?"
Qi Xingchen: "…"
Did he get it or not?
Seeing that he wasn't replying, Bai Ye reached out and caressed his face. He then placed his hand over his heart and said seriously, "Alright, I've received my Xing Xing. I'm going to hide it."
"…" Qi Xingchen was a little touched by his childishness.
After being childish, Bai Ye took out his phone and took a bunch of photos of the cake. He then edited his Weibo:
— — Bai Ye: I'll keep it safe.
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When Night Sky saw the notification that his idol had come online, he immediately rushed over to the scene.
When he saw the number of photos, he was shocked.
F * ck, other than endorsements, my idol can actually post a nine-picture grid?!
He then clicked on the photos one by one.
F * ck, all nine photos of the cake were from different angles. What was it trying to express? Was it a mountain range from one side?!
He then looked at the pictures and content of the cake in detail.
Ye Kong was speechless.
'So you haven't posted a nine-picture grid in 800 years, and now you're showing off your love?'
'Don't you think about the lives of single people like us?!' 'This is too much!!!'
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It was said that Bai Ye didn't like formalities. On the first anniversary of their meeting, he specially opened a bottle of red wine. However, if one were to say that he liked to go through the motions, then today's birthday was extremely simple. An ugly little cake, a candle with the number 25 written on it, a small yellow crown hand-drawn by Qi Xingchen, and a pair of shadows snuggling up to each other. All of this made him so satisfied that the corners of his mouth were constantly curled up in a smile.
After making a wish and eating the cake, he really didn't torture Qi Xingchen like he said during the day. He chose a new movie that was recently released. The two sat on the carpet opposite the projector. They leaned their heads against each other and watched the movie while chatting.
Unlike the warm scene here, in a dark corner of the restaurant, a woman swirled the red wine in her glass and said in a weak voice, "You did well last time. Next, I need you to do something for me."
The man opposite her frowned. "Didn't you promise me that you'd get my son out immediately?"
"Now I've changed my mind." The woman curled her red lips. "You can choose to refuse, but you should know that no one can retract your son's confession except for me. No one is qualified to fight against the Qi family like the mountain behind me."
"You …"
Hearing this, the veins on the man's forehead bulged. He hadn't been kneaded for a long time. He couldn't help but pound the table in anger. The cutlery clattered from his hammering, but the woman opposite him was still smiling. She didn't seem to be afraid of him.
Or rather, she was sure that he would agree to her request.
The result was as she expected. The man tried his best to suppress his trembling hands and gritted his teeth. "Tell me, what else do you want me to do?"
The woman stood up and walked to the man's side. She leaned down and whispered a few words. She patted the man's shoulder and gave him an encouraging smile.
Then, she turned around and walked out of the restaurant. She got into a car with a red license plate.
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