The sparkler fell to the ground and went out instantly.

Wen Yao wrapped her arms around Jiang Shuyi's neck and kissed her.

The kiss was quite intense.

Jiang Shuyi paused for a moment, feeling her heart beating fast, and she reached out to hug Wen Yao tightly.

Wen Yao's body felt a bit unsteady, and Jiang Shuyi held her firmly.

". . ."

After a while, their faces parted. Wen Yao didn't say anything, just looked into Jiang Shuyi's eyes.

"...Should we still set off fireworks?" Jiang Shuyi glanced at the sparkler and the candle on the ground, asking softly in a voice only they could hear.

"Baby?"

Wen Yao sighed, resting her head on Jiang Shuyi's shoulder, her fingers tightly gripping Jiang Shuyi's sweater.

Seeing her reaction, Jiang Shuyi ignored the sparkler in her hand and wrapped her arms around Wen Yao, carrying her back inside.

In the living room, Jiang Shuyi took a deep breath.

"It smells so good."

"The house is filled with the scent of roses."

Wen Yao, however, felt the room was filled with the scent of lemon balm, which was pleasant, no doubt.

Jiang Shuyi chuckled.

"Jiang Shuyi..." Wen Yao turned over on the sofa.

Her skin, warmed by her body temperature, looked like blooming cherry blossoms, her neck and cheeks tinted red.

Jiang Shuyi slightly lifted her head, reaching out to touch Wen Yao's face and leaned closer.

"...Baby, you look so beautiful like this."

Wen Yao exhaled, feeling a bit ticklish, and pushed Jiang Shuyi's head away, finally bringing up something she had been thinking about.

"This term of endearment is a bit cheesy, it doesn't suit me, Jiang Shuyi."

Wen Yao still felt she couldn't handle Jiang Shuyi calling her "baby" all the time in situations like this.

"What's cheesy about it." Jiang Shuyi looked straight at her, grabbed Wen Yao's wrist back, and kissed it, "Baby..."

". . ."

Jiang Shuyi started calling her "baby" again and again, laughing shortly after.

"See, you clearly have a different opinion on this..."

—So noisy.

Wen Yao sighed and ignored her.

"You clearly like it when I call you that."

Jiang Shuyi confidently whispered in Wen Yao's ear.

Wen Yao lowered her head, picked up a cushion from the sofa, and hit Jiang Shuyi in the face with it.

Jiang Shuyi laughed happily as she put the cushion aside and leaned it against Wen Yao's shoulder. "You do like it..."

"Don't you like it, Wen Yao?"

Wen Yao didn't want to answer, but Jiang Shuyi kept asking persistently.

For a moment, Wen Yao felt annoyed and wanted to leave, but her body lacked the strength, so she felt like a large animal was holding her in place.

"Tomorrow school starts again, I'm going to miss this so much." Jiang Shuyi nibbled at her ear.

"Miss what?"

"Miss being apart from you. I want to stay at home with you, rolling around like this..."

Wen Yao understood what she meant by staying at home.

—Does she want to turn me into a fool too...?

"Don't you want to study?" Wen Yao quietly lifted her head.

Jiang Shuyi glanced at Wen Yao and playfully raised her chin. "Then teach me! You can reward me afterward, okay...?"

"Reward you with what?"

"You... I just want that."

"Do you agree or not?" Jiang Shuyi bit her again.

Wen Yao closed her eyes and leaned against Jiang Shuyi's shoulder, laughing because Jiang Shuyi's hair was tickling her.

Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao's face and kissed her gently, "What are you laughing at, tell me."

"I'm not laughing." Wen Yao changed her expression.

"Yes, you are."

"...I'm not."

"Are you happy today?"

Jiang Shuyi hugged her and poked a piece of unfinished cake into her mouth.

Wen Yao quietly lowered her gaze, nodding slightly.

Going to the mall, carrying things home together, birthday cake, fireworks.

—This might be the happiest birthday I've ever had.

Seeing Wen Yao's smile, which she didn't even realize was showing, Jiang Shuyi felt relieved.

"I've realized I like seeing you smile."

". . ." Wen Yao didn't respond.

"I always do whatever comes to mind, sometimes I'm afraid you'll hate me because you never say anything..." Jiang Shuyi pinned Wen Yao down again.

"Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only one happy, you seem to be floating somewhere, like the wind, always slipping away..."

Jiang Shuyi spoke slowly, then kissed Wen Yao again. "Seeing you smile, puts my mind at ease."

"I love you."

Wen Yao's shoulders trembled.

Perhaps because she had heard the word "like" many times, but hearing "love" was still the first.

"It's a bit embarrassing to say that."

Clearly, Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao brightly, showing no sign of embarrassment.

"Do you think I'm romantic?"

"Mm."

"Really? You're not just saying that to brush me off?" Jiang Shuyi looked at her intently.

"No."

—That's already romantic enough, Jiang Shuyi.

"Really?" Jiang Shuyi bit onto the mole on her neck again.

"Are you a dog—" Wen Yao sighed, "Stop biting there."

"If I'm a dog, then what are you? A cat? Or a little hamster?"

"I can't be the only one who's not human, right?" Jiang Shuyi hugged her. "Baby."

". . ."

The next day, Wen Yao woke up.

The cake and candles in the room had not been cleaned up, and the air was filled with a faint sweet cream scent.

She reached out from under the blanket that covered her, searching for her clothes, and when she sat up, her thighs felt sore, as if from an aftereffect.

". . ." Wen Yao fell back onto the sofa.

—This muscle... hasn't it gotten used to it yet?

—I really need to exercise.

Wen Yao reached for her clothes, her underwear was fine at least, just on the sofa.

Looking at the remnants of her clothes, she tiredly covered her eyes with her arm.

—I've really turned into a fool.

The culprit, Jiang Shuyi, was lying next to the sofa, smiling at Wen Yao. "Awake? Aren't you going to sleep a little longer?"

It seemed like she had been watching her for a long time.

Wen Yao looked at the naked Jiang Shuyi and suddenly remembered the scenes from last night.

She slowly averted her gaze, "It's already afternoon, we need to get ready for school tomorrow."

"Baby, aren't you hungry?"

Jiang Shuyi reached out and embraced Wen Yao, affectionately running her fingers through her hair.

Wen Yao closed her eyes for a moment and nodded. "What do you want to eat?"

It seemed like she was planning to get up and cook.

Jiang Shuyi blinked, picked up the clothes on the floor, and casually put them on.

". . Aren't you tired? I'll cook today."

She volunteered.

"Can you do it?" Wen Yao frowned at her.

"Of course I can." Jiang Shuyi patted Wen Yao's shoulder.

"Don't worry, it'll still be edible."

". . ."

After a while, Wen Yao looked at her.

Indeed, these cannot be called dishes.

For Jiang Shuyi, making a cold dish was a great choice, not hearing the sound of water splashing in the hot oil was also a good thing...

"How is it?" Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao confidently. "I told you I can still cook."

"Is it good?" Jiang Shuyi watched Wen Yao expectantly.

Wen Yao quietly picked up a piece of cucumber and put it in her mouth, it had the taste of home-cooked dishes, probably the easiest recipe she found online that wouldn't fail.

"Mm," Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Of course!"

Jiang Shuyi happily pulled out a chair opposite Wen Yao and sat down, facing each other.

She took a bite of cucumber, nodded, even though she had already tasted it earlier, eating it now still made her feel accomplished.

After a few bites, Jiang Shuyi began to gaze at Wen Yao's face with a look of delight.

"You never get tired of looking at me..." Wen Yao felt her gaze, slowly scooping up some porridge with a spoon.

"Mm, you're beautiful."

Jiang Shuyi felt like she could never get tired of looking at Wen Yao's face, and she smiled happily.

"How about the congee? How did I do this time?"

Jiang Shuyi asked confidently, believing the flavor was even better this time around.

—I'm such a little genius.

"Although this one is the same as the first time I made it for you, I feel like I've improved from that first attempt."

"Practice makes perfect." Wen Yao took a sip of the congee, feeling oddly relaxed.

"But when you were sick that day, I wonder if you can taste the difference now."

Jiang Shuyi remembered that day and laughed.

"Do you remember?"

Seemingly infected by Jiang Shuyi's laughter, Wen Yao also smiled gently.

"The first time you cooked, it couldn't even be called congee, the rice was all undercooked."

"Compared to that, this one can indeed be considered a delicacy."

". . ." Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao with some confusion, beginning to recall the memory.

"Ah, did I not cook it properly? I ate it last time, it should have been cooked, right..."

Jiang Shuyi slowly raised her gaze to Wen Yao, tilting her head and anxiously asking,

"Professor?"

". . ." Wen Yao's spoon abruptly stopped in her hand. She pressed her forehead.

—I've messed up.

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