Preparing a birthday gift for him every year? A hint of bitterness seeped from her lips.
In two days, I'll be leaving.
"Why so quiet? Already thinking about what gift to prepare for me next year?" Si Yuheng raised an eyebrow.
She stood up, businesslike like a secretary: "Yes, I'll go back to my room and plan it properly."
His hand grasped at empty air, he frowned: "What are you doing? Who allowed you to leave?"
"Finished eating, let's go downstairs, it's windy on the terrace in the evening, easy to catch a cold…"
The word 'cold' hadn't left her mouth when he reached out, pulled her back into his arms, murmured, "Holding like this won't catch a cold."
"You're this drunk, better go downstairs and rest..."
