In a flash of lightning, Guiying and Zixin were left alone with her still being stuck on his chest. His breathy, husky voice reached the tip of her ear. "See? I told you they understand."
Her face flushed crimson and she quickly moved back. She almost took a flight to escape but remembered that she still had an important thing to do.
She cleared her throat and met his deep black eyes, her cheeks and neck blushing with warmth. "Happy Birthday, Zixin. I wish you the happiest person on the earth."
He beamed. "Thank you so much."
Suddenly, the tone changed and 'Guiying' appeared with her sharp gaze and straight posture. "Birthdays, huh? I never liked them. But if it's you, I will make an exception. Happy Birthday."
The beaming intensity on his face grew twice brighter. "'You.' Thank you so much." How are 'you' doing? I believe we talk less often now."
"What is there to talk to me?"
