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Chu Xingyao's eyes sparkled with excitement as she took Jun Jiuxiao's hand and led him into the modern kitchen.

Jun Jiuxiao's eyes showed surprise; he had never seen so many strange devices and tools before.

These machines, made of steel and glass, each exuded an aura of the future, making him feel both unfamiliar and curious.

Chu Xingyao didn't notice his surprise; her gaze was focused and gentle as she softly said:

"Yaochen, wait for me, I'll make you a birthday cake."

Her voice carried a hint of playfulness and anticipation.

She was completely absorbed in making the cake.

Her movements were fluid and elegant, each one revealing her passion for cooking and her precise attention to detail.

She deftly operated the mixer, whipping the cream and sugar into a fine foam.

After a while, I carefully poured the batter into the mold, making sure that it was even and smooth in every place.

Every movement she made was full of rhythm, like she was performing a meticulously choreographed dance.

Jun Jiuxiao stood quietly to the side, his gaze fixed on Chu Xingyao, unable to look away.

Her round face was bathed in a warm, soft glow under the kitchen light, making her features appear even more gentle and captivating.

Her skin appeared even more delicate under the light, and her eyebrows and eyes appeared even more profound under the light.

Soon, Chu Xingyao completed her masterpiece—a heart-shaped birthday cake.

The aroma of the cake slowly filled the air, sweet and warm, just like Chu Xingyao's feelings for Jun Jiuxiao, rich and sincere.

She held the cake with such care, as if she were holding not just a cake, but all her love for Jun Jiuxiao and her hopes for the future.

The heart shape on the cake is perfect, every pattern is the result of her careful drawing, and every stroke is her cherishment and commitment to this relationship.

Those exquisite decorations were not merely piles of frosting and cream, but rather a manifestation of her emotions, a reflection of her boundless tenderness and care for Jun Jiuxiao.

When Chu Xingyao presented the cake to Jun Jiuxiao, her eyes shone with anticipation—a longing for a shared future and a steadfast belief in their love.

She gently placed 25 candles, each representing a year in Jun Jiuxiao's life, and each carrying her blessings and love for him.

The firelight danced on the cake, illuminating the happy smiles on their faces. Those smiles contained so many emotions: love, gratitude, and boundless hope for the future.

Chu Xingyao sang a birthday song as she walked. Her voice was clear and melodious, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains or a star twinkling in the night sky.

Her singing made Jun Jiuxiao feel unreal, as if he were in a dream world, a world where there were only the two of them.

Her singing voice was filled with deep emotion; every note was brimming with love and blessings for him.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.

She sang it over and over again, each word like a call from the bottom of her heart, each melody like a testament to her deep affection for him.

As the song ended, Chu Xingyao said softly:

"Make a wish, Yaochen." Her voice carried a hint of expectation and tenderness.

Jun Jiuxiao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the aroma of the cake fill his chest, immersing his heart in the happiness of this moment.

He silently prayed in his heart: "May I grow old with my Yao'er in this life."

His wish was filled with deep affection and determination; he wanted not only Chu Xingyao's love, but also every tomorrow and every moment he could spend with her.

After he made his wish, Chu Xingyao's gentle voice rang out: "Yaochen, blow out the candles and get ready to cut the cake."

Her words carried a hint of playfulness and anticipation, as if she were celebrating an important moment, a moment that belonged only to the two of them.

Jun Jiuxiao took a deep breath and then blew out the candle forcefully.

The moment the fire went out, Chu Xingyao's crisp applause and warm smile rang out in the kitchen.

Her eyes sparkled with happiness—a testament to her love for Jun Jiuxiao and her hope for the future.

Next, Chu Xingyao brought out a bowl of longevity noodles. The noodles were thin and long, symbolizing longevity and good fortune.

The noodles are topped with tender green scallions and golden fried eggs, creating a vibrant and fragrant dish.

This is another blessing she gives to Jun Jiuxiao, wishing him health and longevity, and hoping that their love, like these noodles, will last forever.

Looking at the bowl of longevity noodles, Jun Jiuxiao felt a warm current welling up in his heart.

He knew that this was more than just a bowl of noodles; it was Chu Xingyao's care and love for him, and her promise and expectations for the future.

He gently picked up his chopsticks and ate the noodles. Every bite was filled with Chu Xingyao's love and her hopes for the future.

In this warm atmosphere, Jun Jiuxiao's emotions reached their peak, and his deep, hoarse voice trembled slightly:

"Yao'er, this birthday is the happiest I've ever had. Yao'er, please don't leave me anymore, okay?"

His words carried a hint of pleading, a hint of command, but more than anything, they revealed a deep possessiveness and domineering love.

His gaze hardened and became violent; he would not allow Chu Xingyao to leave his world.

His heart was filled with longing for Chu Xingyao; he wanted her to belong to him forever, to be by his side forever.

Chu Xingyao's voice carried a hint of expectation and determination as she gently grasped Jun Jiuxiao's hand, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for the future.

"Yaochen, I promise you, after we get married, I'll go with you wherever you go,"

Her words revealed a deep attachment and commitment; she was willing to follow him to the ends of the earth.

Jun Jiuxiao's voice trembled, his emotions surging with Chu Xingyao's promise:

"Yao'er, you said it yourself, you mustn't deceive me, hmm?"

His eyes were filled with urgency; he needed her confirmation, her promise—it was the anchor of his emotions, the reliance of his soul.

His fingers gently caressed her cheek; it was a tender possession, a declaration of deep affection.

He leaned forward slightly, pulling her tightly into his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head, feeling her warmth and fragrance.

His breathing became rapid, and his heartbeat synchronized with hers—a resonance of souls, a fusion of lives.

"Yao'er, no matter when or where, you will always belong to me, always."

His voice was deep and powerful, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating her world and igniting her heart.