“Ya Ye, don’t do this! I won’t have anyone else, unless one day fate decides to separate us.” She leaned her head against his chest. The secure and strong arms, the steady heartbeat, she was already lost in his fiery emotions.
If they weren’t siblings, this emotion might not have been so true and intense, nor would it have been so painful as if their hearts would be torn apart. Life would have been much simpler then.
“On your birthday, April 15th, I never connected the two of you,” she lit a candle for him. “But I never follow entertainment news, so it’s understandable.”
“You are a very innocent person. It’s not easy for you to imagine Ye Wu Feng turning into Feng Jian Ya Ye,” he said.
“You make me sound like an idiot. My education is better than yours,” she urged him to make a wish quickly.
Feng Jian Ya Ye pondered for half a day before blowing out all the candles in one breath.
“What did you wish for?” she asked curiously.
“First, I hope we can always be together; second, let me do as I please today.” He embraced her slender waist. “Ye Feng Feng, you can’t refuse.”
“You naughty housemate!” She made a face.
He hugged her tightly, “Feng Feng, I think in our past life, we must have been lovers, and you definitely abandoned me.”
“Here we go again with the nonsense!” She looked up into his shining eyes, like the brightest stars in the sky. She felt it, the love in her heart for him.
“That’s why I cling to you, because I don’t want to face the fate of separation again!” He lowered his head, “I love you, I’ve always loved you…”
His lips silenced hers, and she could no longer think. It seemed only the phrase “I love you” echoed like a spell in her ears…
The Tian Zhong Wenshan family. The band had no activities, and the TV drama had already finished filming, so Wenshan sat idly reading the newspaper. His daughter was painting, and his wife Meijiang was knitting a sweater, a happy family scene.
