Xiao Jing tightly covered her mouth, but no matter what, she could not stop the tears.
Like pearls from a broken string, they kept slipping through her fingers.
She looked up through her blurred, tear-filled eyes toward her boyfriend standing quietly beneath the stage.
Their gazes met in the air.
She felt the affection, indulgence, and blessings in his eyes.
The next second, Xiao Jing lifted the hem of her gorgeous Chanel mermaid dress and ran straight toward Tang Song.
"Careful!" her mother, Chen Man, cried out.
Before anyone could react, Tang Song, who had already anticipated her move, quickly stepped forward and opened his arms.
Xiao Jing leaped without hesitation.
Her long, straight black hair fluttered gently as her slender, sexy body, carrying a faint fragrance, crashed firmly into his arms.
Beneath the stage, under the complicated gazes of everyone present, the two held each other tightly.
Tang Song could clearly feel her trembling and overwhelming excitement.
"Alright, don't cry." His voice was soft, yet it carried the power to soothe everything. "It's your birthday. You should be happy."
Yet Xiao Jing still clung to him desperately, as if she wanted to meld her entire body into his.
She buried her face deeply in the hollow of his neck and said through tears, "I love you, Song!"
Tang Song paused, then gently patted her head.
At that moment, he could clearly feel that Xiao Jing's feelings for him had undergone a qualitative breakthrough.
They had known each other for nearly a year and had been together for more than half a year.
Xiao Jing's feelings for him had indeed been deepening, but it was mostly because of his "comic-book hands," his interesting nature, his "perverted little hobbies," his looks, and his personality—
It was a kind of "liking" mixed