After an unknown amount of time, Song Shengsheng held Jiang Yiyu's hand. She smiled softly and murmured in a dreamlike voice, "Sweet dreams, Jiang Yiyu."

Jiang Yiyu, who was in a light sleep, raised the corners of his lips when he heard the voice, and gently stroked her fingers with his fingertips as a response.

An inexplicable ambiguous atmosphere fermented in the dark night, but the two people who were pretending to sleep at this moment understood each other tacitly and did not speak again.

It's hard to get a good sleep this night.

The next morning at 6:30, Song Shengsheng's alarm clock rang. She opened her eyes, reached out to pick up her cell phone from the bedside table and turned off the alarm.

Jiang Yiyu beside me was still asleep. He was sleeping soundly, lying quietly on his side, his eyelashes trembling slightly. He seemed to be still dreaming, but I don’t know what he was dreaming about.

Song Shengsheng looked at him quietly for a while, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his nose lightly. She then let her eyes trace his deep and handsome eyebrows for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, how could someone be so exquisite.

She withdrew her hand, sighed softly, and looked at his white, slender, bony hand resting on the quilt. His skin was very white, and even his joints and fingertips were a faint pink.

Song Shengsheng reached out and lightly touched his fingertips, but before she could withdraw her hand, Jiang Yiyu suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

She rested her forehead on his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat, her nose filled with his faint fragrance, the scent of the citrus-scented shower gel she had just changed to last week, and the warmth from his body made her face blush.

Jiang Yiyu's hoarse voice sounded above her head: "Fun?"

"You...are awake!"

"Well, someone is touching me. If I don't wake up, I'll be in trouble." Jiang Yiyu smiled playfully, let go of her wrist, put his arm around her waist, and held her tighter in his arms.

Song Shengsheng heard his heartbeat getting faster and faster, and her own heartbeat was no less fast.

But it was obvious that Jiang Yiyu was much calmer than her.

Song Shengsheng tried to step back, but he couldn't escape his restraint at all. Jiang Yiyu chuckled twice: "Want to run again?"

"No, no, I have to get up and go to school soon."

"It's still early, no rush, lie down for a while." He raised his hand and gently stroked Song Shengsheng's long hair: "Can I have someone bring my luggage here today?"

Song Shengsheng nodded: "Well, I'll come back this afternoon to help you sort it out."

"Can I still sleep in bed today?"

"Ah? There is a bed in your luggage?" Song Shengsheng looked up at him in surprise.

Jiang Yiyu smiled helplessly, raised his hand and pressed her head down: "Are you pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid? Hmm?"

"You're the fool! Considering that you slept well last night, I agree to your request."

"Honest? Not anymore."

"Hmm? Jiang Yiyu, you're the one who said that relationships need to develop slowly. I'm not that easy to pursue, so you have to keep working hard." Song Shengsheng pushed him away and sat up. "By the way, do you want a copy of the marriage certificate?"

Jiang Yiyu sighed, turned over, faced the ceiling, and looked at Song Shengsheng: "No need, I'll just take a picture later."

"Oh. Then..."

"What?"

Song Shengsheng hesitantly shifted her gaze to his waist: "Can I see the tattoo on your waist?"

Jiang Yiyu raised his eyebrows slightly and said playfully, "You just said you wanted to proceed step by step, but now you're asking me to do this. So, Xiao Shengsheng, your gradual approach is just a one-way street for me."

"Forget it if you don't want to show it to me." Song Shengsheng turned around and prepared to get out of bed, but Jiang Yiyu reached out and grabbed her wrist: "My dear, why are you so angry?"

Song Shengsheng glanced at the hand he was holding, then raised his eyes to look at him: "What is guaiguai?"

"Whisper quietly, there's no need to ask some questions so directly. I'd be shy too."

"I'm sorry, I get it. That tattoo...will you show it to me?"

Jiang Yi Yu clicked his tongue and used his other hand to lift the quilt, lifting the hem of his loose T-shirt, revealing the green butterfly around his waist: "See, it's nothing special." He pulled Song Shengsheng's hand and let her fingers touch the butterfly wings.

Song Shengsheng subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but after hesitating for a moment, he still stroked it gently: "I saw online that you got the tattoo because you have a birthmark here, but why doesn't it look like that?"

"So what do you think it is?"

Song Shengsheng pressed it lightly: "It looks like a scar, as if it was burned by a cigarette butt."

She raised her eyes to look at Jiang Yiyu who was looking at her lazily with a smile: "Is that right?"

Jiang Yiyu didn't answer. He stared at her for a moment, as if thinking about something, but then suddenly let go of her hand and pulled down the hem of his clothes to block the butterflies: "The time has come. Let's take it step by step next time."

"Jiang Yiyu." Song Shengsheng retracted his hand: "Don't get hurt again in the future."

Jiang Yiyu laughed out loud. He withdrew his gaze from Song Shengsheng and covered his eyes with his arms, but his tone was still nonchalant: "You are so nonsensical. It's so early in the morning. Why are you talking nonsense again?"

"Just treat it as nonsense. You heard it, that's all. The marriage certificate is in the drawer of your nightstand. In the storage room next to the kitchen, there's the freeze-dried cereal with fruit I stockpiled. In the fridge, there are fruits, vegetables, and beef, as well as soda and diet cola. Oh, and my brother's ashtray is in the drawer of the TV cabinet, but my advice is: cigarettes are bad, so smoke less. You can send me a WeChat message, but the phone call may not connect. The WiFi password is..."

Song Shengsheng lowered his head, pondered for a few seconds, and said softly: "It's your birthday, remember to add the year. You should sleep a little longer. I will go to school after I finish washing up."

"Song Shengsheng!"

"Um?"

"It's okay, go ahead, I'll wait for you to come back."

"good."

Song Shengsheng finished washing up and packed up. Before leaving, Jiang Yiyu walked towards her, bent down and kissed her on the forehead: "Tell me what time it ends, and I'll pick you up."

"ah?"

"Don't want me to go?"

"Whatever you want." Song Shengsheng took a half step back, turned around, opened the door and hurriedly left home.

Jiang Yiyu looked at the bag left on the cabinet at the entrance and counted a few seconds in his mind. Less than a minute later, the door was opened. Song Shengsheng hurried in, blushing as she picked up the bag. She looked at him calmly and smiled, "I'm really leaving this time. Remember to eat on time."

Jiang Yiyu waved to her and watched the door close again.

Throughout the day, whether Song Shengsheng was sitting in the classroom, the library, or eating in the cafeteria, as long as he didn't look at his phone for a while, he would receive several unread messages from Jiang Yiyu.

Song Shengsheng discovered that Jiang Yiyu didn't talk much when they were face to face, but as soon as they were apart and separated by the Internet, he wanted to report every little thing in his life to her.

From something as minor as him eating cereal and accidentally slipping, to something as big as…nothing serious…