Song Lang shook his head, pulled him aside, and asked, "How did you arrange the candles? Do you have a photo?"
"Huh?" Zhou Sen was completely confused.
"Let me take a look." Song Lang nudged him with his elbow.
"What?" Zhou Sen took out his phone, scrolled through photos, and handed them to Song Lang, tentatively asking, "Are you going to display some too?"
"I'm just taking a look."
Song Lang looked closely at the candles scattered on the screen, frowned, shook his head, and returned the phone.
It's quite ugly; Feifei definitely wouldn't like it.
He'd be better off sticking to a simpler approach.
Therefore, on November 21st, he invited a few friends and rented a large private room at a karaoke bar near the school to celebrate Shen Zhifei's birthday.
In the past, they would celebrate their birthdays at home with cake, and if their parents weren't home, they would have a takeout meal.
But this time it's different.
This is Shen Zhifei's first birthday since they got together.
Song Lang really wanted to make Shen Zhifei happy.
But he's not romantic by nature and can't do anything that's sweet and romantic, so he can only try to make things as lively and festive as possible.
Those present were all friends of Shen Zhifei. Song Lang was even unusually generous, inviting Song Xianji, whom he had always disliked, to come over.
Shen Zhifei entered the private room as agreed, but it was empty and the lights were off.
He immediately guessed what Song Lang was thinking.
But the happiness that welled up in my heart was not diminished in the slightest by the surprise of being so easily guessed.
He heard a voice behind him, and when he turned around, he saw his favorite person holding a cake, as if it were some rare treasure, and walking towards him with a smile in their eyes.
The people around him were laughing and making a ruckus, but Song Langjin caught his eye.
After the "Happy Birthday" song ended, Song Lang presented the cake to Shen Zhifei and asked him to blow out the candles and make a wish.
Shen Zhifei longed to hold his hand and tell him that her wish had been fulfilled the moment he ran towards her.
"Hurry up, Feifei! My hand is about to break! Make a wish!" Song Lang urged.
Shen Zhifei closed her eyes and greedily wished that Song Lang would love her a little more each day.
Blow out the candles, turn on the lights, and the party begins.
A group of people were chasing and playing around in the private room, splattering cream everywhere.
Shen Zhifei has always been aloof, and no one dared to smear cream on him, but Song Xianji couldn't resist and started the commotion, so the others joined in with laughter.
Song Lang was unwilling, and when he tried to protect Shen Zhifei, he was also slapped in the face.
"Damn it! Who the hell slapped me? Was it you, you surnamed Song?!"
"Brother Song, please don't wrong me. My hands are on Feifei's body."
"Go to hell."
Song Lang scooped out a large chunk of cream and chased Song Xianji all over the house.
Once they've had their fill of fun, they start doing something else.
Song Xianji, sporting a cloyingly sweet hairstyle, stood arm in arm with Zhou Sen, singing karaoke, while Yu Mingtao and Jing Muye danced alongside them, jingling bells.
Shen Zhifei went to the restroom to wash up, and on her way back to the private room, Song Lang walked towards her.
With no one behind them, Song Lang opened his arms first.
Shen Zhifei strode over and hugged him.
Song Lang whispered in his ear, "You were too noisy just now, so I came out to wish my Feifei a happy birthday alone."
"Brother, I love you."
Shen Zhifei turned his head and kissed the corner of his lips, and Song Lang hugged him tightly and led him into a dark, empty private room next to them.
Song Lang pinned Shen Zhifei against the wall and said in a hoarse voice, "Your neck isn't clean, let me lick it for you."
Shen Zhifei smiled faintly, raised her long neck, and gently tugged at his prickly short hair, letting him pounce on her like a wolf.
Amidst their panting and struggling, a sudden "snap" of light caused Shen Zhifei to instinctively close his eyes.
Song Lang was also taken aback. He turned around and saw Meng Fanxing on the sofa with a "Holy crap" look on her face. His hot blood instantly cooled down.
"...What are you doing?"
Chapter 50
50
The atmosphere in the private room was extremely awkward.
Meng Fanxing's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Her gaze swept back and forth between Song Lang and Shen Zhifei. After a long while, she finally said, "You guys... are you kidding me?"