Yan Han took a step back and finished inserting a box of candles very seriously.
Song Xiang picked up the digital candle next to him and said, "Just use this next time."
Yan Han grabbed the word "eighteen" and laughed at her: "As a person, you must seek truth from facts and obey your elders."
Song Xiang pouted.
She sat down opposite him and glanced around, "Where are the others?"
"busy."
Song Xiang was confused, "Just the two of us?"
"Not enough?"
Song Xiang subconsciously sat up straight and secretly glanced at Yan Han.
I knew I would see him, but I didn't expect it would be just him.
"I'm celebrating your birthday, isn't that enough?" Yan Han saw that she seemed disappointed and couldn't help but clicked his tongue.
Song Xiang cleared his throat, "It's not just enough, it's almost overflowing. I'm afraid of losing my fortune."
Yan Han hummed softly, holding the table with one hand, thinking about the birthday process.
"The first step is to make a wish?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "It should be..."
She hasn't celebrated her birthday either, so she's not familiar with the process.
Yan Han pushed the cake forward and said with a more solemn expression, "Then...let's do it."
"oh……"
Song Xiang clenched his hands tightly, without closing his eyes, and began to pray in his heart.
Yan Han: "Will you make a wish? Put your hands together and close your eyes."
Song Xiang suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, yes."
She took a deep breath and did as Yan Han said.
Close your eyes and meditate silently in your heart.
willing……
After a few seconds, she opened her eyes.
Yan Han looked at her face, which was hidden under the faint candlelight. It was clean and simple, and her eyes were slightly flickered by the candlelight.
He said: "Blow out the candles."
Song Xiang nodded and immediately followed the instructions.
A large candle cannot be extinguished in one breath.
She took a long breath and flushed before she solved it all.
"Are we going to cut the cake next?" she asked Yan Han while panting slightly.
Yan Han raised his hand and accidentally touched something in his pocket.
"It should be..."
With a smile on her face, Song Xiang stood up and walked to the front of the cake, and also approached Yan Han.
The plastic knife for cutting the cake was at hand. Yan Han helped her open it and then handed it to her.
He stood right behind her, not too far or too close, but just enough to maximize his presence.
Song Xiang held the plastic knife and slowly touched the cake.
Halfway through the cut, Yan Han suddenly raised his hand and held her hand.
Both of them paused for a moment.
Everything is quiet.
He held her hand, slowly applied force, and cut to the bottom.
She held the plate and he helped push the first piece up.
The two of them cooperated and cut the entire cake without eating it.
Song Xiang turned his head and looked at the people around him, "Are they really not coming back?"
It's a pity that no one eats a table of cakes.
Yan Han caught something in her eyes, thought for a moment and said, "I'll call them and ask them to come back."
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed, "If you're busy, forget it..."
"What can they do to busy themselves?" Yan Han was very rude.
Song Xiang lowered her eyelashes and still held the cake knife nervously.
Yan Han really called and dialed.
The bell rang behind me.
"Yu Tianyu, are you reliable? Don't you know how to turn off your phone?"
Behind the refrigerator, a figure was kicked out.
Song Xiang: "..."
Yan Han looked at Wang Fuxue who came out from behind expressionlessly, and said quietly: "I remember you told me that there was no one at home."
Wang Fuxue cleared her throat, "Just the two of us."