Duan Jiaxu was stunned.

Sang Zhi whispered, "My hands are cold, I can't warm you up." After saying that, she looked at him calmly and said, "And that's all, it's not appropriate to hold hands."

Duan Jiaxu looked at her, paused for a few seconds, and said in agreement: "It's not suitable."

“…”

The two found a seat and sat down.

Duan Jiaxu took the bag that Tisangzhi had taken all the way on his legs, tore open the warm baby's packaging, and his voice was gentle and gentle: "I don't have a name either."

"..." Sang Zhi's mind was blank and he put down the drink in his hand.

At the same time, Duan Jiaxu put the baby in her hands.

The movie also began to be screened, and the background music started to sound, stopping all her words.

After the movie ended, it was already time for dinner.

Although Sang Zhi spent most of his time thinking about his words when watching the movie, it was hard for her to mention it after more than an hour.

The two found a restaurant outside for dinner.

Later, I returned to Duan Jiaxu's residence and picked up the cake at a cake shop.

Back to Duan Jiaxu's home.

Sang Zhi took off his shoes and noticed that there was a new pair of women's slippers on the shoe rack, which happened to be her shoe size. She looked in the direction of Duan Jiaxu and did not take the initiative to wear them.

But Duan Jiaxu put the shoes in front of her and said calmly: "I bought them for you."

He put the cake on the dining table and then went into the kitchen.

Sang Zhi put on his shoes slowly, walked over, and took the cake box apart.

Just as he took out the cake, Duan Jiaxu also came out of the kitchen, holding another cake in his hand.

Sang Zhi stopped his movements: "Why two?"

"I made this." Duan Jiaxu said, "I was afraid it wouldn't taste good, so I ordered another one."

Sang Zhi blinked: "You can also make cakes."

"I used to work in a cafe and learned a little." Duan Jiaxu was about to put candles into the cake, and asked casually, "Which one do you want to use as a birthday cake?"

Sang Zhi pointed at the one he did: "This."

"How many plugs?"

"Just insert one."

Duan Jiaxu raised his eyebrows, and his words were like rejection: "Nineteen."

Sang Zhi was speechless: "How can I blow so much?"

"Little girl," Duan Jiaxun said in a pretentious manner, "you have to recognize your age."

The cake shop gave two packs of candles, one pack had twelve, so it was enough. Sang Zhi couldn't help but complain: "Then you have to ask someone else for an extra pack of candles on your birthday."

"On my birthday," Duan Jiaxu was very double-standard, "Just insert one."

"..." Sang Zhi was very unhappy and said calculatingly, "I will definitely fill you with twenty-six pieces at that time."

Duan Jiaxu just laughed. After inserting the candle, he went to the coffee table to get a lighter and a pink bag. He lowered his eyes and slowly lit all the candles.

Sang Zhi ran to the entrance and turned off the lights.

When he came back, Duan Jiaxu had already lit it. His face was dyed with warm colors by candlelight, and it flickered. He couldn't see clearly, but he looked particularly tender and gentle.

In short, this was also the first birthday Sang Zhi had with him.

Duan Jiaxu spoke to her birthday song, and her low and gentle voice echoed in the living room. After the last song fell, Sang Zhi made a wish and blew out the candles with force.

Only half of it was blown.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and then blew it a few more times before they all went out.

Looking at her actions, Duan Jiaxu laughed, his chest undulating and his shoulders trembling. Then, he got up and turned on the light, and handed the pink bag to Sang Zhi: "Birthday Gift."

Sang Zhi took it, but it was not easy. She said thank you, suppressed her curiosity, and started cutting the cake with a cake knife.

After only cutting it for a while, Duan Jiaxu took the cake knife and cut a small piece for her. He glanced at the bag that was placed aside and suddenly asked, "Do you want to see the gifts someone else gave you?"

Sang Zhi glanced at him and shook his head: "Let's go back and see again."

Duan Jiaxu did not force it and asked again: "Is this boy chasing you?"

Sang Zhi thought for a while: "It should be."

Duan Jiaxu chuckled and asked in a long tone: "Many people chase after me?"

Thinking of his terrible bragging in the hospital before, Sang Zhi didn't know how to answer, so he could only vaguely say: "It's okay."

Soon, Duan Jiaxu asked again: "What are the conditions for chasing you?"

Sang Zhi was puzzled: "There are no conditions left, and it's not a choice."

"Then talk," Duan Jiaxu's tone was very light, as if he was just a casual chat, "You may be interested in what conditions are needed."

Sang Zhi raised his eyes and said hesitantly: "He is handsome."

Duan Jiaxu: "Yes."

"Good temper."

"Um."

"It must be a head taller than me."

"Um."

"The three views are correct."

"Well, there's more."

Sang Zhi took the fork and bite the cake: "It's gone."

"I meet all the conditions you mentioned." Duan Jiaxu applied a layer of chocolate sauce with his fingers and gently rubbed it on her cheek, "So, ask you something."

“…”

It seems like something that has been waiting for for a long time is finally going to happen, with a very strong sense of premonition.

Sang Zhi bumped into his eyes and could almost guess what his next sentence was, but his heartbeat was still half a beat, so nervous that he couldn't breathe. She licked the cake residue at the corner of her lips and looked at him slowly: "What."

Duan Jiaxu laughed, his eyes ambiguous, but he seemed serious.

This time he did not show any concealment, nor did he say anything ambiguous.

He played a card with her directly.

"Can I chase you?"
Chapter completed!