Sheng Yanxiao moved very gently, every step light as a feather.

Su Weiyi’s tears brimmed in her eyes, and a drop of cold sweat fell from Sheng Yanxiao’s forehead as he looked at the person beneath him, her brows furrowed, her features twisted with tension.

Su Weiyi quickly sensed Sheng Yanxiao’s hesitation and reached out to hold his waist tightly: "Con... continue..."

At this moment, all reason and calmness vanished into smoke, Sheng Yanxiao pursed his lips and lowered his head to kiss Su Weiyi’s ear softly: "I’m sorry... I’m sorry..."

She... belonged to him.

She finally, completely, from body to heart, belonged to him.

The feeling was so wonderful, indescribable with words. If it had to be put into words, it would be that, even if tomorrow were the end of the world, even if he were to disappear from the earth from then on, he would have no regrets.

Holding Su Weiyi in his arms again as they lay there, Sheng Yanxiao lowered his head to kiss her forehead, and his heart swelled with immense satisfaction, growing more and more.

——

In the morning, when Su Weiyi opened her eyes, the spot beside her was already empty, but the warmth lingered there.

Su Weiyi got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She was already dressed in a soft nightgown by someone, stepping into plush slippers as she opened the door, turning slightly to see a tall figure standing in the kitchen, wearing her apron.

The apron she bought was the simplest style, yet it was pink and white, not very long, and looked slightly inadequate on Sheng Yanxiao.

Looking at his back, Su Weiyi thought of the events of last night, her cheeks flushed slightly, but she felt no regret.

They finally became the most intimate of people, they loved each other, entwined with each other, what could be better than this?

Su Weiyi pressed her lips together, walking over lightly; as soon as she reached the kitchen doorway, she caught the scent of butter.

Reaching out to wrap her arms around Sheng Yanxiao’s waist, Su Weiyi rested her head against his back, "What are you doing?"

Sheng Yanxiao held her hand, turned around, and with a dazzling smile replied, "Baking cookies."

Su Weiyi was stunned; since when did he know how to bake cookies?

He seemed to notice her confusion, but Sheng Yanxiao did not explain more, instead he asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Su Weiyi’s face immediately grew hot again, she lowered her head against his chest, shook her head.

Sheng Yanxiao chuckled twice softly, then suddenly said, "I didn’t tell you last night, Weiwei, I really like this birthday gift."

Su Weiyi felt she might burst into flames once more, hurriedly reaching out to cover his mouth, stopping him urgently, "No more talking about it."

Sheng Yanxiao chuckled softly again twice, then let her go, turning back to the cookies.