That evening, Mu Qianxue prepared a candlelight dinner.
"Honey, guess what day it is today?"
Mu Qianxue asked mysteriously.
What day?
Yang Chen thought for a moment, but really couldn't remember.
"Is it your birthday?"
"If so, I didn't buy you a birthday present, I'll make it up to you later!"
"It's not my birthday!" Mu Qianxue hugged Yang Chen's arm and said coquettishly.
"Keep guessing!"
Yang Chen frowned and started to think.
But he still couldn't remember.
After a while, Mu Qianxue poked his forehead.
"I really admire you, today is our one-week anniversary!"
Mu Qianxue said, leaning gently on Yang Chen's shoulder.
"One-week anniversary?"
"Is that even a thing?"
Yang Chen was speechless.
"Then isn't there another one-week anniversary in a few days?"
Mu Qianxue chuckled
