The two hailed a taxi.

The car moved forward slowly, and as expected, powder snow gradually fell from the sky, Wen Yao seemed to feel the coldness, and leaned into Jiang Shuyi's arms.

"Tired?"

Jiang Shuyi asked.

"En." Wen Yao's voice was listless.

The car passed many street lights, residential buildings, and the night sky was as black as ink.

"It will be your birthday soon." Jiang Shuyi thought and smiled.

"Really." Wen Yao replied a little tiredly, and closed his eyes.

"Professor Wen, you need a teacher's card to borrow this book," the librarian said.

Wen Yao answered in the library and took out a card from his bag.

The moment she took the card, she somehow raised her head, and looked from one side of the glass door, a touch of red was passing through the other end of the door.

She hesitated for a few seconds and lowered her head again, handing the card to the librarian.

Wen Yao took the book and walked to the research room.

"Professor, happy birthday."

As soon as Wen Yao entered the laboratory and hung up her coat, some students congratulated her.

Wen Yao paused, looked at the calendar in the laboratory, and remembered that today is his birthday.

She herself often does not remember her own birthday.

For her, birthday is the same as any day of the year, there is no need to pay special attention to it, and there is no need to celebrate it.

"Thank you." She said and sat back in her seat.

"Professor, I made this myself. Would you like to try it? A birthday present."

Another student came to her and handed her a cute little bag.

Inside the bag are handmade biscuits and nougat.

Wen Yao didn't refuse, she took the gift and nodded, "Thank you."

Because of the snow, not many people came to the laboratory to write materials and do projects in the morning, but in the afternoon, when the course was basically over, people came one after another.

After a while, the door was pushed open again.

"So, senior sister, don't you know if you go and have a look with me?" Lin Siyun said to the people beside her while taking off her white coat.

"But, the zoo is so far away." Jiang Shuyi also took off her red down jacket, frowning.

Wen Yao looked at the two of them, and slowly looked away, but when he glanced at the gift bag in Jiang Shuyi's hand, he couldn't help retracting his fingers that were flipping through the book.

Jiang Shuyi watched the students in front of Wen Yao walk away, and handed over the paper bag that Wen Yao had noticed just now.

"Professor, happy birthday."

It seems that Jiang Shuyi's ears and knuckles were red from freezing because he stayed outside for too long just now.

Wen Yao somehow took the bag.

She kept a normal mood and glanced inside the bag.

There is a box inside the bag, and the trademark on the box is a famous pen brand.

Knowing that nothing is more expensive than free things, Wen Yao is not good at accepting other people's kindness.

When others give her a little, she always thinks of giving it back to be at ease.

And a pen at this price is probably not a cheap item for ordinary students.

Wen Yao didn't open the box immediately, but raised his head and glanced at Jiang Shuyi.

Jiang Shuyi stood motionless, his black eyes looked at her as if he was expecting something.

Wen Yao withdrew his gaze and opened the box.

Inside the black box lies a royal blue pen, under the light

Wen Yao reached out and touched the body of the pen.

The texture of the metal is obviously cold, but the moment the brush touches it makes people feel warm.

This pen was still in Jiang Shuyi's hand yesterday.

Jiang Shuyi may have touched the body of the pen like himself, and felt the same feeling.

Wen Yao turned the pen around, looked at the words on the cap, and couldn't help feeling a little dazed because of a certain emotion in his heart.

——Does Jiang Shuyi know what this sentence means?

"..." She glanced at Jiang Shuyi, and then at Lin Siyun not far away.

—I'm afraid don't know.

Thinking about it, Wen Yao shrank his fingers and closed the box.

For a moment, she felt that the way she closed the box might look a little too cramped, revealing something, but she remained silent after all:

"……thanks."

She spoke quietly, put the box back into the bag, and put the bag in the inconspicuous shadow beside the desk.

This is not something I should take.

she thinks.

Jiang Shuyi watched her put it away and was silent for a while, as if blaming her reaction, his eyes lowered.

Wen Yao's eyelashes drooped, but in the end he acted as if he didn't see her eyes.

Lin Siyun walked behind Jiang Shuyi, and moved her head closer.

"Sister, what did you send?"

"It's just biscuits."

Just as Jiang Shuyi was about to answer, Wen Yao took the conversation.

Wen Yao took off his glasses and pinched the corners of his eyes.

However, she found that the pen left an inexplicable feeling on her fingertips, as if it had been wrapped around her fingers until now.

Not long after, she saw Lin Siyun holding Jiang Shuyi's arm and talking with a smile, while Wen Yao looked at the two without speaking.

Lin Siyun tugged at Jiang Shuyi's sleeve very affectionately.

Jiang Shuyi seemed to complain with some dissatisfaction, but she obviously didn't really get angry with a smile.

Lin Siyun and other students looked at her and suddenly laughed.

The two may soon become lovers.For some reason, such thoughts flashed across Wen Yao's mind.

But she didn't think carefully about why this kind of thought appeared at this moment, but she couldn't help closing the book in front of her, picked up the coat she put on the coat rack, and glanced at the paper bag that she was going to return tomorrow.

After all, it's just a pen.

——What's the point of taking a pen?

She turned to look at the students in the research room, "Let's have dinner together today, I invite you."

After getting out of the taxi, Jiang Shuyi helped Wen Yao to the sofa, poured a glass of honey water and handed it over, "Wen Yao, drink some honey water, it will be better."

Wen Yao lowered her head, did not take the cup, slowly sat up with her mouth covering the brim of the cup Jiang Shuyi was holding, and drank, some of the water in the cup flowed down her fair neck.

Jiang Shuyi lowered his head, and reached out to wipe off the dripping water. Wen Yao looked at her, stretched out his hand to wrap around her neck, rested his chin on Jiang Shuyi's shoulder,

"Jiang Shuyi..."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Jiang Shuyi patted her on the back and asked quietly.

"I actually like that pen very much." Wen Yao said abruptly.

Jiang Shuyi was stunned for a moment.

Wen Yao didn't say what kind of pen it was, when it was made, nor what kind of pen it was, or whose pen it was.

But Jiang Shuyi knew what she was talking about.

Jiang Shuyi patted her on the shoulder, "Really."

"I've been regretting it all the time." Wen Yao wrapped his arms around Jiang Shuyi's neck.

Jiang Shuyi gently stroked her back with his hands, and the ups and downs of Wen Yao's back were transmitted to her fingers through the bones of her shoulders.

Quiet snow fell outside the window.

"Then I will give it to you again, as long as you like it."

Jiang Shuyi stretched his neck and kissed Wen Yao.

"Then I want to—" Wen Yao's voice was broken, and she leaned towards Jiang Shuyi, and she kissed Jiang Shuyi.

Jiang Shuyi smiled and picked her up, "Shall we take a bath first?"

Wen Yao lowered his head and gave a low hum.

The two of them got into the bathtub together.

The water in the bathtub suddenly warmed the body, which was too cold to feel unconscious, and the hot water wrapped around the body, as if it was seeping into the blood vessels lukewarmly.

After soaking for a while, Jiang Shuyi felt his body began to soften.

Looking at the mist on the ceiling of the bathroom, Jiang Shuyi felt a little relaxed.

Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao with a smile, "Is it warm?"

Wen Yao leaned against her and nodded.

Jiang Shuyi glanced at Wen Yao and laughed, "Are you in a better mood?"

The moist and warm breath gently hit Wen Yao's cheek with a bit of refreshing scent of lemon balm.

"En." Wen Yao stretched out his hand around Jiang Shuyi's neck.

Jiang Shuyi poked Wen Yao's feet with his own as if playing, and her soles pressed against Wen Yao's insteps.

Wen Yao's toes retracted a bit, but they still hooked Jiang Shuyi's neck,

Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi, the hand wrapped around Jiang Shuyi's neck tightened a bit, her fingers slid across Jiang Shuyi's neck and shoulders, and pressed tightly against her skin, stirring up some emotions.

The rippling heat was entangled with the scents of the two of them, after a while, Jiang Shuyi put his palm on Wen Yao's face and kissed him lightly, and Wen Yao closed his eyes comfortably.

"I want to go back to my room." Wen Yao whispered in Jiang Shuyi's ear.

Jiang Shuyi glanced at her, pursed his lips and smiled: "I thought so too."

The two returned to the bedroom kissing each other.

The floral fragrance of roses and lemon balm are intertwined, and the beautiful fragrance permeates the whole room.

"You're so clingy today." Jiang Shuyi smiled.

"Do you hate it?" Wen Yao's eyelashes drooped quietly.

Jiang Shuyi leaned over and hugged her shoulders, and lay down all at once, the two of them fell into the soft duvet.

"I think it's cute."

Wen Yao seemed to be dissatisfied with the term cuteness, and frowned slightly.

"Continue." She closed her eyes as she spoke, and slowly wrapped her fingers around Jiang Shuyi's neck, signaling to continue the kiss.

"it is good."