"I'll buy it tomorrow, what else can I do?"

"I don't have time for you tomorrow."

"I'll go by myself! It's not like I don't have legs."

"Can you go by yourself?"

"So what? Do you want me to go home just for a few clothes?"

"That's not impossible."

"That's definitely not possible! Forget it, just leave me alone and let me, who has traveled thousands of miles to find my wife, fend for myself in this prosperous land of South City!" As he said that, he stood up and walked into the bathroom.

Because his expression was too tragic, Song Shengsheng laughed for a while, opened the suitcase, found a relatively loose T-shirt, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked: "I found pajamas for you."

The door opened, Jiang Yiyu stretched out a hand, took the clothes, and closed the door again.

After more than half an hour, the bathroom door opened. Song Shengsheng put down the book in her hand and looked up. She saw Jiang Yiyu walking out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

"Didn't I find you pajamas?"

"I can't wear it. It's too tight, and it looks really weird. I think as a grown man, I should not try to wear something with the lower body missing. It's an eyesore."

"So, you chose to wear nothing?"

"Well, at least this way, the clothes are uniform, and you certainly don't dislike me, right?" He untied the bath towel, opened Song Shengsheng's quilt without hesitation, squeezed next to her, and lay down: "Okay, let's sleep like this!"

"Scoundrel!"

Jiang Yiyu put his arm around her waist and closed his eyes: "Good night."