Chenxing rolled his eyes and spread an inch of cream with his hand.
Gu Shaocheng meowed her while opening the gift. Before she took action, he glared at her lightly: "Anyone who dares to put cream on my face will never celebrate my birthday with me."
Chenxing said "Ah" and his expression instantly split.
A hand smeared with cream stopped abruptly in mid-air. Finally, with a cry in my heart, I opened my mouth and licked it directly into my stomach.
Huanhuan and Luo Xi asked her to throw the whole cake into his face. This man guessed her intention before she took action. Chenxing bit her lower lip, "Haha..."
How dare she do that.
The gift box has been opened, and there is only a letter in the exquisite box.
Gu Shaocheng's eyes flashed, and he took out the letter and waved it in front of her twice: "Is this a birthday gift?"
She nodded.
"You're really here to trick him into eating and drinking." You just treated him so perfunctorily!
"This is a love letter!" Chenxing defended hurriedly: "I have always owed you love letters."
She couldn't think of any other better gift. She had always said that she would write a love letter to him, but it took her three whole nights to write it, which was ten thousand words long.
Chenxing looked at his expression and gently twitched the corner of his mouth twice, "Don't you like it?"
The expression on Gu Shaocheng's face was very light, and he glanced at her with lazy eyes. He folded the love letter and stuffed it into the pocket of his trousers. His actions were very precious, "Who would care about a love letter after we broke up?"
Chenxing looked away and sighed slightly: "Then I'll think of another gift for you."
"No need, you insincere woman."
"No need, you insincere woman." He stood up, patted his clothes, looked down at the somewhat unhappy girl, and took the initiative to extend his hand to her: "Dance with me."
Chenxing blinked and raised his head, but did not shed tears.
His somewhat turbid eyes were filled with crystal liquid, and he looked at Gu Shaocheng, aggrieved and apologetic.
"I was really serious about preparing this gift..." She bit her lip so hard that it started to hurt. She thought he would be happy if she wrote him a love letter, but it fell into his eyes.
It's just perfunctory, right?
Yes, the things that others gave him were all precious and priceless, but he just wrote a few words. It was nonsense to say that the courtesy was light and the affection was heavy. He didn't care about it at all. Who would care after breaking up?
What love letter?
"I'm sorry." She lowered her head and apologized.
Gu Shaocheng's heart trembled, a complicated light flashed in his eyes, he took her hand and leaned down, "Okay, I take back what I said, this gift is not bad, I like it very much."
"real?"
He nodded twice: "I like it very much."
She didn't know whether he was comforting her or sincerely liked her. She had been dragged to the dance floor by him, and there was a low and sweet voice in her ears, a voice that was unique to him, "What kind of dance are you learning?"
Chenxing didn't know that her cousin taught her. After thinking about it, she raised her chin, looked at the men and women dancing next to her, and said, "This is the dance they dance."
He nodded, guessing in his mind that this was the woman who was just trying to make ends meet. He didn't expect much from her. He hugged her waist and cooperated with her gently. After thinking about it, he said in her ear:
"If you can't dance, don't show off. It doesn't matter if you make a fool of yourself. Don't make me and you make a fool of yourself."