Pausing briefly, An You scratched the back of her head somewhat shyly and said, "It's rare that Sister Weiwei actually remembers my birthday. With how busy these past few days have been, I almost forgot it myself."
Hearing this, An Yang found it a bit hard to bear, so he immediately put down his chopsticks and said, "Hey, you can't just open your mouth and say whatever you want like that. Exactly where have you been busy these past few days? Not to mention sleeping in naturally every day, but I even have to make your breakfast. You occasionally go to class just to slack off, and the dancing practice scheduled for the afternoon ended up with you taking a nap so long you got a pimple on your face. I think you just forgot your birthday because you've been lazing around and wasting time at home!"
"You... you're the one with a pimple on your face! Shut up!" An You said with a red face.
"I refuse!" An Yang had a temper of his own too. After talking back, he frowned and thought for a long time before digging up some fragments from his memory, then asked, "Isn't next month June?"
"Huh? Do you have a problem with June?" An You also put down her chopsticks and stared straight at him. An eerie atmosphere began to spread across the dining table.
An Yang was a bit bewildered and clueless, but he was certain his memory wouldn't be wrong. So, he gave two light coughs, straightened his back, and said, "This big brother clearly remembers that your birthday last year was held at the end of May, right at Xianle Hotel. You gave your scholarship to—hey! Why are you stepping on my foot? The table is so wide and you