The morning hits the windows of our room. Yes, our room—now I can say that, because I was thinking this lately: why should I call it his home, his room, when he is the one who asked me to make it mine too? So from now, today onwards, as the new day begins, I'll follow positivity and live happily as much as I can by ignoring the negative thoughts inside me.
Then suddenly I heard a voice—a voice which was saying that, "I think the little bunny rabbit has woken up," he said it from the kitchen while making breakfast for both of us.
I was still sitting on the bed, half covered with the blanket. I smiled—I smiled hearing him say this to me. Then I wore my slippers, got up from the bed, and walked outside the room, where I saw the most beautiful view ever existed in this whole universe—him making breakfast for us.
I slightly took support on the wall as my cramps were still there inside me, but I won't let these little problems ruin our life, our moments—never ever.
He looked at me and said, "So the bunny rabbit not only woke up, it also came looking for me."
I smiled and said, while taking a few steps forward towards him inside the kitchen, "No, your silly girl woke up looking for her cry baby."
He looked at me—he really did—and exhaled sharply and said, "Oh really? Then you must know it very well that who is the reason behind making me a cry baby."
"Of course I know—I am," I said.
"Then stop pretending like you didn't," he said, and then he started putting the breakfast on the plates.
"Sit over there," he said.
I obediently followed his order and sat there. He put a bowl of warm porridge in front of me, with some eggs and warm milk in a glass. I looked at him and said, "Yuan, actually I am not feeling hungry right now, I'll eat later," and I was about to stand up from there and leave the table, but Yuan held my wrist firmly and said, "Sit," without even looking at me.
I sat back on the chair. Then he moved his chair closer to mine and took a spoonful of congee and blew on it many times to make it cooler, at room temperature.
"Open your mouth," he said.
But instead of opening my mouth, I started pouting.
"Don't pout," he said.
"I don't like eating," I said—which was a wrong move, as the moment I opened my mouth to say this, he put the porridge inside it.
"That's like my silly girl," he said, like he had won some battle with me.
"You make me do anything, right?" I said.
He smiled and said, "No, you make me do anything to make you do anything."
"Is there any difference in it from what I said just before?" I asked.
"Yes, there is," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"I'll tell you some other day, not today," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because there is something special tonight I have planned," he said.
"Special? What special did you plan for today?" I asked.
"Have some patience, you silly girl. Tonight you'll know," he said, smiling mischievously.
I know it—I really know that he is planning something very big tonight, but the question is what? And I think I have to wait for tonight only to let him reveal it.
"Where are you lost?" he asked, tapping on my forehead.
"Nothing, just lost in you," I said.
He smiled with a little blush on his cheeks, which he quickly hid, and said, "How many romantic C-dramas have you watched to get this type of timing of saying such things?"
"Many, but why do you need to ask me this? You are already the one who made the whole China fall in love with you, and not even in China—the love for you has reached countries to countries," I said.
"Stop flexing your boyfriend," he said while getting up from the chair.
"I won't, and even I really can't, when my boyfriend is Xu Yuan—my Yuan Yuan," I said.
While he got up from the chair, he took the bowls from the table and put them back in the kitchen.
My whole day just passed like that only, thinking about what Yuan is really going to surprise me with—what he is really cooking. I kept thinking this while time passed on its way, and finally the night arrived—the surprise night.
Then I sat on the couch in the living room, where he had been sitting for the past two hours, busy on his phone completely.
"Nowadays boyfriends lose their interest in their girlfriends so fast, isn't it?" I asked, and he knew—he knew that I was hitting at him.
He looked at me and smiled in his most calm and composed way and said, "Do whatever you can, say whatever you can—just remember one thing in your little heart very clearly."
"What?" I asked.
"You were born for me, and I was born for you—that's it," he said.
I got overly touched by his choice of words that he just used for me right now, as he knows which words to pick, when and where, very well.
Then he looked at the television screen and said, "Look there."
I did—and what I saw on the screen was the name of a horror movie flashing.
"Is this the horror movie which was released recently and became the most terrifying horror movie in China till now?" I asked.
He nodded his head.
"Are you for real, Yuan? You want me to watch this, when before that you didn't even let me play that viral game because you feared a lot for me?" I said.
"Yes, because I think that restricting you a bit is something I really don't want. So I decided that from now onwards, whatever things I fear for you, we will do them together," he said.
"And this is the first thing from your list?" I asked.
He laughed a little and nodded his head.
"You are really something," I said, while throwing the cushion at him, which he caught quickly with his hands.
"Now let's watch it," he said.
I smiled and said, "Of course we have to—what other options do I have?"
"None," he replied.
Then the movie started. We both were sitting side by side, and then when the...