Lu Wanwan wondered all day about the question: His parents, his sister, his friends, his business partners, the staff at the company—hadn't a single person remembered his birthday?
Of course, that seemed impossible, but she had sneakily checked his phone; it wasn't turned off, nor set to airplane mode, yet truly, no calls had come in.
She spent the entire day with Gu Annan, went out for a short stroll, watched a movie, but he seemed to lack the patience to stay out longer, urging to return to this small shabby house.
Only in the evening did she take out the cake again, ready to light the candles.
The man beside her, hearing this, quickly pulled her into his arms, pressing her against the edge of the dining table.
"Are you really hoping that someone will call?" his deep, magnetic voice sounded in her ear, his warm and fiery lips grazing from behind her ear, his breath seeming to invade in an instant, lightly brushing her body almost imperceptibly.
"No..."