Fu Shiting looked at her clean little face and said hoarsely, "Thank you."

The sweater is more comfortable and warmer than expected.

Qin Anan never thought that he looked good in clothes.

I don't know if the sweater is well knitted or if it's other people's good looks.

She picked up the bag and took out a box from it: "This is also a gift for you. I bought another small gift because I was worried that you would not like this sweater."

Fu Shiting looked at the box in her hand.

"There's a lighter inside." She explained, "I didn't know what to give you, so I bought this. This is a consumable item, and you should be able to use it. But you still need to smoke less, because smoking is not good for your health. ."

Saying that, she handed the box to him.

He opened the box, took out the lighter, pressed it lightly, and a string of flames rose.

"I'm not addicted to smoking," his voice was low and sexy. "I only smoke when I'm upset."

Qin Anan raised her eyebrows, a little surprised: "But when I lived in your house before, I watched you smoke almost every day."

Fu Shiting: "Because you make me angry every day."

Qin An'an: "..."

"Go out and get some air." He was a little hot.

There was heating in the room, and there was a thin sweat on his forehead.

"Oh, I push you." She went behind the wheelchair.

"No, the wheelchair is electric." He said, pressing the button, the wheelchair drove out automatically.

Qin Anan caught up with him: "but you always let the bodyguard push him before."

Fu Shiting: "There are bodyguards pushing, so you don't have to worry about it yourself."

"I can also help you push..."

"Need not."

"But I want to push," she said, grabbing the handle of his wheelchair and pushing the wheelchair out. "How is your leg? What did the doctor say?"

Fu Shiting: "The left leg is fractured and the right leg is contused."

Qin Anan felt a pain in her heart: "does it hurt?"

Fu Shiting: "It's nothing."

Qin Anan pushed him out of the hotel, and the cold air immediately wrapped them both.

She pulled the wheelchair to the side of the road and put his windbreaker over his lap.

"I sent you a message before, why didn't you reply?" She summoned up her courage and asked.

He didn't reply, so she didn't sleep well for several nights.

The faces of the two were at a very close distance.

Each other's breath, intertwined.

He didn't want to tell her that after his injury, his depression relapsed and he took antidepressants for a week before his condition stabilized.

After the condition stabilized, he learned from Sheng Bei that she knitted sweaters day and night, so he didn't bother her.

"Forget it, there's nothing to go back to. It was the first snow that day, so I couldn't resist sending you a message." She stood up, walked behind the wheelchair, and pushed the wheelchair along the street.

"Then why didn't you come to me?" he asked back.

"He Zhunzhi said that you love face. I'm afraid that your face will hurt, so you don't want to see me."

"But you only messaged me once."

"Because you didn't get back to me the first time. I thought you didn't want to see my message."

"I think." His throat moved, his voice hoarse.

"Huh?" Qin Anan was stunned, her heartbeat quickened, "Fu Shiting, you just..."

"There's a cake shop over there," Fu Shiting pointed to the shop in front and changed the subject, "I want to eat cake."

Qin An'an's attention was successfully diverted: "Oh, let's go buy a cake!" After a pause, he wondered, "Don't you like sweets?"

"You can eat less for your birthday."

"Well, birthdays still have to have a sense of ceremony."

The two went to the cake shop, and the clerk asked them to choose the style.

Fu Shiting said to Qin An'an, "You choose."

Qin An'an: "Would you like to buy a mousse cake? Cream cake is too sweet."

Fu Shiting said to the clerk, "Mousse cake."

Clerk: "Okay, sir, how big is it?"

Fu Shiting turned to look at Qin An'an: "How big is it?"

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