The Protagonist Just Wants to Fall in Love [MTL]

Chapter 9-10

Chapter 9 Gifts

Fu Yuhe still remembered that when Fu Cheng went out yesterday, he just said "I'm going out" and didn't intend to communicate with him any more. He asked Fu Cheng where he was going, and Fu Cheng said it was none of his business, but the answer was really easy to guess.

　　Today, Fu Cheng seemed to have forgotten all grudges with a smile, and put aside his previous temper of wanting to have a "cold war" with him to the end. He held the cake and urged him to blow out the candles, smiling brightly and well-behavedly.

　　His eyes paused for a moment, and he glanced at Shen Yi, who was standing half a step behind him, and then quickly retracted his gaze. He seemed to bend down helplessly and blew out the candles as Fu Cheng wished.

　　"It's getting late, go to bed early," he said.

　　"That won't do." This time it was Shen Yi who spoke up, "Brother Fu, you haven't eaten the cake yet."

　　After blowing out the candle, the light in the living room disappeared and it became pitch black for a short while. Fu Yuhe couldn't see Shen Yi's expression. Hearing his voice with a long tail note, Fu Yuhe gently rubbed it with the tips of his index finger and thumb.

　　"The cake was made by Fu Cheng and I together." Shen Yi lowered his voice, "You are so sincere. Isn't Brother Fu touched?"

　　Fu Yuhe suddenly pulled the corners of his lips and lowered his voice: "I am touched. How can I not be touched? I should repay you well."

　　Shen Yi: "No need to pay back."

　　Fu Yuhe's voice was a little hoarse after drinking, more charming than usual. He said slowly: "That's not good."

　　How could he not see that Shen Yi was deliberately trying to mess with his mentality, teasing him like a cat...

　　Fu Yuhe's eyes were dark.

　　He is not a little kitten. If he teases the cat and ends up hitting the tiger's head, he will be eaten by the tiger until not even a bone is left.

　　Fu Yuhe's attention was attracted by Shen Yi and he didn't notice that Fu Cheng had quietly left the table in the dark.

　　Fu Cheng had tried this route several times in the dark and reached the stairs smoothly. He pressed the switch, and the string of lights hanging on the stair railing lit up like little stars.

　　The warm birthday atmosphere is created.

　　"Cut the cake, brother!" Fu Cheng walked over, lowered his eyes, picked up the cake knife and handed it to Fu Yuhe, respectfully as if he was handing a cigarette to his elder brother.

　　Fu Yuhe: "...I'll go wash my hands first."

　　Fu Cheng took his hand back: "Oh."

　　Fu Yuhe: "If you want to eat it, cut it yourself."

　　"No, the first piece of cake is for you if you want it." Fu Cheng said.

　　Shen Yi pulled a chair over and sat down naturally as if he were at home, saying, "Sense of ritual."

　　Fu Cheng nodded: "There must be a sense of ceremony."

　　Fu Yuhe: "..."

The kitchen of the villa is an open kitchen. Fu Yuhe walked in, washed his hands and poured a glass of water. As he approached the kitchen, he smelled an appetizing aroma. At first he thought it was an illusion, but after entering, he found that there were several dishes on the table in the kitchen.