Jiang Sifan looked at her, suddenly feeling how quiet and warm this moment was.
A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and gently blew out the candle.
Jiang Sifan asked curiously, "What did you wish for? To score a six hundred?"
He Lingyi shook her head. She removed the candle from the cake and said mysteriously, "I can't tell you. It won't come true if I do."
Jiang Sifan laughed and teased her, "So mysterious. Alright, then."
He Lingyi lowered her head and cut a piece of cake with her little fork. Then she brought it to his lips, giggling. "Brother Sifan, here, let me feed you."
"No, thanks. You have it," Jiang Sifan gestured.
"But I want to feed you," He Lingyi pouted, her voice turning coquettish.
Seeing no way out, Jiang Sifan had no choice but to gently open his mouth and eat the cake He Lingyi fed him.
Seeing this, He Lingyi broke into a heartfelt smile.
