"My brother has never slept on the sofa."

"So where does he sleep every time he comes?"

Song Shengsheng pinched the back of her neck lightly. "I bought this house last year, and my brother helped oversee the renovation. After the renovation, he said that since he had made great contributions and worked hard, he should live in the new house first, so my family let him live there for half a year, and I moved in at the beginning of this year. As for daily necessities such as men's slippers, they were all left by him at the time. I thought he could still use them when he came back, so I didn't throw them away."

"He comes here often?"

Song Shengsheng shook his head: "You are friends, you don't know yet, he is usually very busy, since I moved here until now, he has never come to my place."

"Oh." Jiang Yiyu smiled: "Then where should I sleep tonight?"

Song Shengsheng turned her head to glance at the sofa in the living room, then looked at Jiang Yiyu, who was more than a head taller than her. She thought that with his height, if he lay on the sofa, he probably wouldn't be able to straighten his legs. If he slept curled up all night, he would definitely have a sore back tomorrow.

After much hesitation, she finally asked tentatively, "How about you sleep on the bed and I sleep on the sofa?"

Jiang Yiyu frowned: "Song Shengsheng, you are a girl."

"What should we do then?"

"If there's extra bedding, I'll sleep on the floor."

"oh."

"But..." Jiang Yiyu glanced at the study behind her: "But if I want to put another bed at home, where can I put it?"

Song Shengsheng also frowned. She had never thought about this question. After all, she was renovating the house at that time, and she didn't know that she would be able to bring Jiang Yiyu home one day.

Before going to bed, Song Shengsheng took a shower and lay down on the bed. She listened to the sound of water dripping in the bathroom, glanced at the floor beside the bed, and couldn't help but move to the inside of the bed.

After a while, she heard Jiang Yiyu calling her: "Shengsheng, I forgot to take my clothes."

Song Shengsheng hurriedly got up from the bed, ran into the cloakroom, picked up the clothes left by Song Ming that she had found for Jiang Yiyu from the sofa, and knocked lightly on the bathroom door.

Jiang Yiyu opened the door a crack and stretched out his hand. Song Shengsheng handed him the clothes and heard him say thank you.

Inadvertently, she caught a glimpse of Jiang Yiyu's shadow reflected in the dressing mirror on the bathroom counter at the door. Indistinctly, she even saw the tattoo on his waist, which was a green butterfly about the size of a thumb. She had seen this tattoo more than once in many of his photos.

It is said that it was originally a birthmark, but he later tattooed it into a butterfly.

Song Shengsheng felt her face starting to get hot. She cleared her throat awkwardly, subconsciously grabbed the door handle, and closed the door hard.

At this moment, Jiang Yiyu, who was standing in the bathroom and about to close the door, was startled by the sudden pull.

He was just about to ask Song Shengsheng what was wrong, but when he turned around, he saw a mirror covered with a layer of light water vapor reflecting himself. He immediately understood, sighed and smiled.

How can I be so shy so easily?

Outside the door, Song Shengsheng pretended to be calm and ran back to the bed, but all she could think about were the butterflies on Jiang Yiyu's waist. She covered her face with the quilt and calmed down for a while. Suddenly, she remembered that she had not yet brought Jiang Yiyu new toiletries. She hurriedly put on her shoes, walked back to the bathroom door and knocked.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yiyu asked her while opening the door and wiping his dripping hair with a towel.

Song Shengsheng avoided his sight and pointed at the sink: "I forgot to get you a new toothbrush." ​​She thought for a moment and glanced at the bottles and jars on the sink: "Also, my skin care products are all here, you can use them yourself. By the way, do you want a face mask? I'll get you one."

"No need for the face mask, please get me a toothbrush." ​​Jiang Yiyu took a few steps back, leaving the space in front of the sink.

"Oh, okay."

Song Shengsheng walked in sideways, but accidentally lost control of his left and right feet and stumbled.

Jiang Yiyu reached out to help her, but she managed to hold onto the edge of the sink with one hand and the door frame with the other, trying to steady herself. She then looked up at him awkwardly and smiled, comforting him, "It's okay, it's okay. I've got you covered. Don't worry."

Jiang Yiyu retracted his half-stretched hand, frowned, and raised the corners of his lips in a playful manner: "So strong?"

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Song Shengsheng stood firm, tugged at the hem of his clothes, and pretended to be calm as he opened the storage cabinet next to the mirror. Jiang Yiyu saw that there were seven or eight boxes of the same style of electric toothbrushes in the compartment of the cabinet.

Song Shengsheng took out a box with a guilty conscience, and hurriedly closed the cabinet door as if he was afraid that Jiang Yiyu would discover his secret.

She opened the package and helped him assemble it. She then took a new mouthwash cup from the cabinet on the other side and placed it on the sink: "Don't worry, they are all new."

Jiang Yiyu glanced at the electric toothbrush and asked, "Are you stocking up on this stuff too?"

Song Shengsheng twisted her fingers unnaturally and stammered, "It was before... when you were still the spokesperson for this brand, I... bought it to boost sales. They even gave me a small gift for mentioning your name, and I thought it was a good deal."

"Oh." Jiang Yiyu chuckled.

Song Shengsheng hurriedly continued to explain: "Don't get me wrong, I don't like you, I just... I just..."

Jiang Yiyu watched her face getting redder and redder, and stopped teasing her. He tried to make amends for her, saying, "You just think it's a good deal?"

Song Shengsheng nodded: "Yes! It's a good deal. Next time you have such a practical endorsement, remember to tell me and I will place an order to stock up. You continue to wash up, I won't disturb you anymore."

After saying that, Song Shengsheng didn't dare to look at him again. She turned around and fled out of the bathroom.

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