Such a man made Bei Yiyi unknowingly entranced as she watched.
Today's outfits for both of them appeared as if for a formal date.
Wu Yao's gaze slowly fell from Bei Yiyi's lightly made-up face to the cake in her hand, "Is this cake for me?"
Bei Yiyi snapped back to reality and said a bit awkwardly, "I was bored at home this morning, so I happened to make a cake. I'll just give it to you for your birthday."
Wu Yao looked at the cake handed to him, his lips curling up joyfully, "Come, let's head to my place."
Bei Yiyi closed her own door and followed him to the opposite door just a few steps away.
As the door opened, the melodious sound of a piano flowed out from the room.
The lights were off inside, with only the flickering glow of candlelight.
