Jiang Yiyu sat down beside her and patted the tassel hanging from the red lantern. "Anyway, you always know what to say to make me happy."

"It's better to be happy than sad, and I didn't lie to you." She zipped up her coat again. "But, there's something very important I haven't told you today."

"What?"

Song Shengsheng leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Happy New Year, Jiang Yiyu, welcome to our second year together." She kissed him on the cheek, then smiled and stood up, clasping her hands together and exhaling, "I'm freezing! Let's go back to the house! I don't want to catch a cold."

Jiang Yiyu touched his cheek and smiled. He stood up and followed Song Shengsheng all the way to the bedroom.

…

At three in the morning, Song Shengsheng got up and wanted to go to the bathroom, but she saw Jiang Yiyu still looking at his phone. She reached out and patted him, startling him: "My dear, why are you awake?"

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Jiang Yiyu reached out and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. He yawned and said, "My mind is in a mess. I can't sleep. Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

"Well, I'll talk to you when I get back."

Jiang Yiyu smiled and nodded, watching her get out of bed and trot into the bathroom.

After waiting for a while, Song Shengsheng trotted back and threw herself into his arms. Jiang Yiyu simply switched places with her and moved to her side: "You are smart. You know it's warm here."

Song Shengsheng chuckled and hugged his waist, letting him tuck the quilt in for her: "What's wrong with you? What are you thinking about? Why can't you sleep?"

Jiang Yiyu held her in his arms and kissed her forehead: "I don't know either, I just don't feel sleepy."

"Are you thinking about going to Jiangcheng tomorrow?"

"Not really. Song Ming and the others don't have anything to worry about."

"What's the matter?" Song Shengsheng thought for a moment, then raised her head and looked at him: "Although you may not want to tell me what you are thinking, I think you should want to be kissed now."

"Hmm?" Jiang Yiyu raised the corner of his lips: "Do I want to be kissed, or do you want to kiss me? Be good, be honest."

Song Shengsheng turned over and put her arms around his neck, gently pinched his earlobe, and looked at him with a smile: "Both." She leaned in close and gently nuzzled his nose, then pecked him on the lips: "Yesterday I saw a sentence online saying that I really want to experience the happiness of having Jiang Yiyu. I thought about it carefully, and it is indeed quite happy."

Jiang Yiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, said nothing, and just let her control him.

He leaned against the headboard, watching her kissing his lips tenderly, rubbing her hair against his chin, and finally placing the kiss on the butterfly on his heart that was stained with his heartbeat.

She carefully traced the outline of the butterfly, and her love seemed to be given substance. Every heartbeat was expressed on her lips and fingertips. Beauty spread between them, and the butterfly fluttered its wings, filling the room with spring.

He huddled before her in the depths of the sea of ​​spring, silently narrating his love, and sharing endless joy with her...

…

After a long time, Song Shengsheng rested her forehead on the butterfly tattoo on his heart, her palm gently stroking his cheek, her fingertips tracing his eyebrows, his breath fell on her palm, followed by a long and affectionate kiss. Song Shengsheng was pleased with him and smiled so much that her shoulders trembled. Infected by her, he also laughed, lazy and satisfied.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Shengsheng asked.

"I laughed along with you."

"You are not allowed to laugh." Song Shengsheng stood up and covered his mouth: "Jiang Yiyu, are you happier now?"

"have."

"That's enough." Song Shengsheng hugged his neck, buried her face in his shoulder, and sighed: "Let's go see a psychologist when we have a physical examination after the New Year. It's not a good thing to always be unable to sleep like this."

"My doctor said I've been feeling much better lately."

"Much better now, but still can't sleep?"

Jiang Yiyu sighed. He put one arm around Song Shengsheng's waist and lifted the quilt with the other hand: "Go take a shower. You can still sleep for two hours when you come back." He carried Song Shengsheng out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

…

The next morning, Song Shengsheng was feeling drowsy and dozed off during breakfast.

Wang Jing looked at her, frowned, and asked Jiang Yiyu, "What's wrong with her? Why is she so sleepy? Yiyu, you don't look well either."

Jiang Yiyu stretched out his hand to block Song Shengsheng's forehead from hitting the table, and said to Wang Jing, "I've been busy lately, and Shengsheng and I slept late last night."

"Oh, young people, don't stay up late all the time just because you're young. Staying up late is bad for your health. You'll feel the harm when you get older."

Jiang Yiyu smiled and nodded: "I made Mom worry."

Wang Jing sighed and looked at Song Shengsheng, who was dazed after being woken up, with concern: "Why don't you guys not run with us today and stay with grandpa and grandma."

Song Shengsheng shook his head: "No, the tickets are already booked, I have to go. It's not worthwhile to cancel the tickets, and I will be charged."

Song Qing smiled helplessly and said, "You little money-grubber, when have your parents ever lacked money from you? Do you have to be so stingy?"

"As for money, it's hard to make. Brother Yi Yu would work even if his legs were broken just to make money. It's not easy for my parents and brother to make money either. As a lifer, it doesn't matter if I don't make money, but at least I can't ruin the family. That's what my brother told me."

Wang Jing snorted and frowned, "He'll teach you a lesson. I think your brother is the biggest loser in the Song family. He has no skills at all and just makes me angry all the time."

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