Qi Han's shoulders trembled slightly.

He Ming held the person tighter and gently nibbled on the back of his neck. He was familiar with every weakness of his body and knew how to pick him up as quickly as possible. "Are you sure that guy is the person you're looking for? I'm more suitable for you than him, isn't I?"

Qi Han took a breath and slowly turned back to look at him, with almost no emotions visible in his dark eyes. "That's right, but it's just a physical fit."

"Qi Han..."

Qi Han raised his hand and flicked his hair, sighing, "He Ming, you're drunk."

"I don't have it!" He Ming immediately shouted out, "I'm very clear now!"

Qi Han smiled with disbelief and forcefully broke open his hand, opening the door without hesitation.

He Ming's expression suddenly cooled down as he watched the guy named Xu Le walk in, holding a big cake in his hand and smiling brightly, "Happy birthday!"

After a pause, he looked at He Ming with some surprise and said, "Huh? Are there any guests at home?"

"Well," Qi Han casually took his cake and said, "Mr. He has just had dinner and is about to leave."

"Why not sit for a while longer? It's better to have more people and a lively birthday."

"There's no way, Mr. He still has a lot of things to do."

They chatted enthusiastically and completely ignored He Ming.

He Ming stood stiffly in place, his gaze fixed on Qi Han. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and uttered a few words: "Today is your birthday?"

"Yeah," Qi Han nodded and smiled, "I've never mentioned it before, so Mr. He may not know."

He certainly never mentioned it, because he never asked once.

He Ming knew that Qi Han had always loved to smile, but it was the first time he realized that his smile was so unfamiliar.

He had no deep connection with him before, and now even that little connection has been severed. He doesn't even know when their birthday is, why are he still arguing here?

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He Ming closed his eyes and finally regained his proper demeanor. He nodded at Qi Han and said, "I'll say goodbye first."

Qi Han quickly politely said, "Come and have a seat when you have time."

He Ming didn't respond either, turned around and walked towards the door. After stepping out of the door, he couldn't help but ask, "What day is my birthday?"

He doesn't know why he asked like this.

Or, what kind of answer does he want?

Qi Han certainly did not answer.

He Ming walked forward step by step, just as he thought the door behind him would close, he heard Qi Han's low and inaudible voice: "... March 17th."

He Ming felt as if he had been punched in the chest, so painful that he couldn't speak. He doesn't even remember how he walked down the stairs, but after getting in the car, his hand holding the key shook violently and he tried several times but couldn't start the car.

He simply gave up and collapsed on the steering wheel, looking towards the nearby apartment from afar.

The light in Qi Han's living room remained on.

The table full of dishes finally arrived at the person to wait for.

He Ming couldn't help but think of the first time he met Qi Han, which was at the bar he often went to. At that time, both of them were well-known figures in the circle, and they had long admired each other's names. Later, they actually met and somehow got together. He was playing wildly at the time, thinking that love was too troublesome. When he met someone who closed his eyes, he would take them to bed and never talk about sex. Due to his indifference, he rarely maintains long-term relationships with others, except for Qi Han, who is a special case.

Qi Han has a more free spirited personality than him. He loves to play and laugh, but when he gets to bed, he is very relaxed. They have been together for two years and have never had any disagreements or arguments.

But it's just that.

They had a playful relationship from the beginning. He went to see Qi Han two or three times a week, but never stayed overnight at Qi Han's house. He remembers that every time after falling in love, Qi Han would like to sit by the bedside smoking and then ask him with a smile if he wanted to stay and sleep for the night.

How did he answer?

He always refuses coldly.

Have you ever had inexplicable feelings? The body is so hot entangled that it is impossible to remain indifferent. But he hid his heart too well and didn't touch it easily, so he didn't realize that the person had already settled in his heart.

And now... it's already too late.

He Ming didn't know how long he had stayed downstairs at Qi Han's house, but he watched as the lights in the living room dimmed and the lights in the bedroom lit up again. He couldn't help but clench his fist firmly, his fingertips turning slightly white.

He still remembers the sheets at Qi Han's house, as well as the fair body lying on them.

After a while, even the lights in the bedroom went out, and there was silence all around.

He Ming suddenly felt very tired. He had never been so tired before when he was racking his brains for new samples and struggling with delivery deadlines. He released his clenched fist, looked at his hands that had not grasped anything, then started the car and finally drove away from that place.

But I didn't go home either, I just drove around the street.

As the sky gradually brightened, he drove through the cold streets, watching the street lights dim one by one, feeling that his heart was also empty.

He only then had a sense of reality, truly realizing that his relationship with Qi Han had already ended.

——After he discovered that he had fallen in love with that person.