Chapter 621: My heartbeat

Song Ye thinks that he has no roots and no pings, and never has to live by relying on others. He can taste solitude in his thirty years of life, and he can still fight alone when he is born again.
It is strange that such a thing as human heart is difficult to quit once it is addicted to one thing, and falling in love with Qin Zhan was unexpected in Song Ye's life plan, but it made her fall in love. Addicted and willing to sink-drowning in it, whether it is bound or tied up, is so happy.
It seems that without him, he could not live alone, and it also made Song Yegan feel like a puppet.
The birthday candle burned quickly, and within a half minute of the two people's hug, it was already short. Qin Zhan released the person and sat upright at the table. He opened his mouth to blow out the candle.
"I haven't made a wish yet." Song Ye covered his mouth, fearing that there would be a step in the middle. The birthday experience was the first time in her life. She had never seen pork and had seen a pig run, not to mention Qin Zhan. On birthday, she wants everything to be perfect.
Qin Zhan took the little hand on his mouth and held it in the palm of his hand, his eyes looked at her deeply, and he replied seriously, "My wish is already there."
My wish is far in the sky and near.
Even though the two have been meeting each other for a long time, in the face of Qin Zhan's persistent and serious gaze, Song Ye's heart still couldn't stop rolling-hot boiling-boiled up, and the little hand held in the palm of the other's palm was sweating And let her feel the other person ’s mood at the moment
The candlelight was blown out, Song Ye fumbled to turn on the light in the dark, and Qin Zhan's eyes fell on her like this throughout.
This kind of thing about turning off the lights just for blowing a candle in Qin Zhan's concept is superfluous. I don't know, he is a person who pays attention to efficiency and results, and never wastes time on such things.
But looking at every move of Song Ye today, he was clearly clumsy and rusty, and a little stiff, but he felt pleasing to the eye, and each frame was worthy of collection.
When Song Ye returned, he had something on his hand, "Birthday gift."
She handed it directly, as if she had just handed a tissue to the other person, without any consciousness of surprise.
She knew that surprises like this would be solemn once done, and would become artificial after more.
Qin Zhan took the necklace from her hand. A simple black rope was strung with a glass bottle-like decoration. Red transparent water suspended in the transparent bottle looked like a drop of blood.
"What's inside?" Qin Zhan rubbed the ornament, knowing that the material of the glass bottle was not simple.
Song Ye saw that there was no disappointment between his eyebrows and his eyes, and he replied, "My heartbeat."
"Huh?" Qin Zhan froze.
Song Ye pointed to his own heart and continued to explain: "There is a sensor in the drop of bloodstone that connects the data on my body. As long as my heartbeat is still there and when you are near me, the color of that drop of blood will be deepen."
Both the rope and the glass bottle are highly reinforced materials, which can withstand fire and strong impact, and the blood stone is really made from her blood coagulation. The post-processing is seemingly simple, but it really took her a lot of work.
In fact, Song Ye tried to make it a long time ago, but it was only recently completed, which happened to coincide with Qin Zhan's birthday.
Speaking of which, she and Qin Zhan are really the same kind of person. The last time he sent her bullet necklace could turn on the positioning system when it was dangerous. This time she gave him his heartbeat data.
The meaning is that on the one hand, it is to be aware of each other at the first moment, and on the other hand, it is also domineeringly deepening the bond between each other.
They are very powerful in controlling Gu Ao, and they all want to put their own marks on each other.
Qin Zhan held the necklace for a long time without saying anything, staring at the drop of blood in the bottle and holding it on his neck. The black silk thread was imprinted on the wheat-colored skin, just like a black totem, a drop Scarlet blood was hidden in the placket and was not seen by outsiders.
He didn't say anything and couldn't say anything. Regarding Song Ye's intentions and intentions, he understood that he couldn't bear the deep affection in his words, so he could only solemnly accept her precious gift.
The two of them formally sat down and cut the cake. Qin Zhan, who had always loved sweets, ate a lot this time. At the end, there was not even a little butter left, and they all swept into his stomach.
Song Ye also ate two pieces. Although he felt too sweet, he ate happily.
What matters is not the food, but the meaning of eating together.
The birthday was a complete one, and the night outside the floor-to-ceiling window had quietly arrived. The two briefly nested in the sofa to enjoy a moment of warmth. Even if they knew they would go out to do things later, they still wanted to spend such a quiet and happy time for a while.
On the long sofa, Qin Zhan took Song Ye to sit on-on-legs-and wrapped her little body in her arms, and sometimes dropped a sip on her hair, Song Ye grabbed his palm Gently rubbing the lines above, it seems to be feeling his past experience.
"What's your birthday, what date do you want to set?" Qin Zhan accompanied her to look at the stars that fell out of the window and asked in a low voice.
He knew that Song Ye was an orphan and he was raising a son for the Song family. I don't know the real date of birth. According to her experience in the Song family in the past, she must have never had a birthday.
Qin Zhan knew his birthday, but he didn't plan to have a birthday when he came back today. But after experiencing a horrific experience, he found out that spending a ritual festival with his beloved one is a wonderful and happy experience. .
And the stronger this feeling, the more he wanted to give this beautiful girl to his arms, eager to make up for her missing birthday.
"Well ... June 9th." Song Ye thought for a moment and gave the answer. This was her rebirth day, and the first time she met Qin Zhan, it was also her birthday.
"Okay." Qin Zhan answered, raised her small face and lowered her head to kiss her lips. After another two months, he would think about what gifts to give her.
The entanglement between lips, teeth, and between-continued for a while, Qin Zhan, who has always been keen to explore, took the initiative to withdraw this time. The corner of his mouth was almost against Song Ye's lips, and he said softly, "Go."
"Hmm ..." Song Ye's voice still carried a hint of pro-heating 慵-lazy, hook-got Qin Zhan's lower body-getting hot. She noticed the change in the bottom, and stood up with a chuckle, but her fingertips seemed to have passed.
Qin Zhan's eyes quickly grasped her hand, her eyes darkened, "You are playing with fire."
"Oh, sorry." Song Ye apologized honestly, but seemed a bit innocent.
Qin Zhan squeezed her hand tightly again, and a helpless pamper flashed in her eyes.
He is getting helpless with his own imp.