A Certain Someone ( The On1y One ) Weibo Extra (Sheng Wang’s Birthday)

The wall clock quietly ticked to 11.59pm; his phone was buzzing non-stop.
Jiang Tian swiped open the screen, and saw a certain person’s profile picture tyrannically residing in the pinned chat in Wechat, new messages cheekily popping up on after another.
I No Longer Want This Hand Of Mine: Jiang Tian
I No Longer Want This Hand Of Mine: Jiang Tian
I No Longer Want This Hand Of Mine: Jiang Tian
Jiang Tian’s fingers moved to reply to him with a series of punctuation: ……
A certain someone instantly perked up: it’s already 11.59
Jiang Tian: ……

True, it was indeed 11.59pm already. Another minute — no — 39 seconds more, and it would be Sheng Wang’s birthday. Theoretically speaking, they should be together at this moment, preparing to bring out the surprise present, or blowing off the candle on the cake.

Unfortunately, reality wasn’t like that.

It was because an hour ago, the young master had “travelled up to heaven down to earth, over the hills and mountains”, going against all obstacles (including, but not limited to, grabbing his waist blocking his hand, trying both forceful and gentle methods, coaxing and lying), and forcefully found the gift, opening it up in advance.

As for the birthday cake, it had died a heroic death under the claws of a certain person (more than half was eaten, a failed attempt at smearing it on the family member with the surname of Jiang was made). The candle was lit up and blown out in a completely blindsided manner.

Therefore, after finishing off this major job, the birthday star himself washed his hands of the mess he made, and escaped into the study room like his butt was on fire. Next, he opened WeChat, and started being up to no good.

The current progress was that Jiang Tian had shut the world out on the sofa, and as for a certain person, he counted down knowing damn well what happened, and asked for a surprise from him.

I No Longer Want This Hand Of Mine: there’s still 10 seconds left, Jiang Tian Gege
I No Longer Want This Hand Of Mine: where’s my surprise

Jiang Tian’s eyes looked up at the fork and spoon that were left on the table after a certain person ate, as well as the gift box that was already opened up. He lifted his phone, took a picture as evidence, and then walked towards the study room with proof in hand.

Before he opened the door, he replied: There is no surprise, but I do have a life
I No Longer Want This Hand Of Mine: ?

The gift was already unwrapped — might as well unwrap the person instead.