After Xiao Chen left, Jiang Yiyu put down the script he was holding upside down, took out a cigarette box from the pocket of his coat that was resting on the armrest of the sofa, opened it, took out a cigarette, bit it between his thin lips, and pressed the lighter to light it.

He raised his hand to push back the bangs hanging in front of his forehead, leaning lazily on the sofa, his pair of deep, narrow peach blossom eyes half-closed lazily, looking calmly at Song Shengsheng's closed door.

After a long while, he took a deep breath of the cigarette and slowly exhaled a string of white smoke. He put his slender fingers into the glass ashtray on the coffee table, lightly flicked the ashes, and then put the cigarette back to his lips.

This was the first time he had the chance to be so close to her alone.

After a long while, he put out the half-burned cigarette between his fingers into the ashtray full of cigarette butts, then stood up and walked into another bedroom.

At three o'clock in the morning, Jiang Yiyu tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He turned on his phone to check the time, sighed a little irritably, threw the phone aside, threw off the quilt, got out of bed, walked out of the bedroom, and poured himself a glass of wine.

He stood in front of the French window in the living room with a glass of wine in his hand and pulled open the curtains a little.

Through this narrow gap, he looked at the neon night scene outside the window, just like he did on every sleepless night.

But his heart was not as calm as he appeared, because the person he had been thinking about for a long time was now so close, and he wanted to be a little more greedy and go see her...

In the end, reason gave way. He put down his wine glass and hesitantly pushed open Song Shengsheng's door.

In the darkness, he lowered his footsteps and sat down gently beside the bed. He looked at her quietly for a long while, and finally couldn't help but reached out and touched her face lightly. Then he smiled self-deprecatingly and whispered, "He was so drunk that he didn't even know he sold you out."

In his sleep, Song Shengsheng felt a little itchy on his face, and he reached out to touch it impatiently, which scared Jiang Yiyu so much that he quickly withdrew his hand.

After a while, her cell phone rang. Jiang Yiyu was afraid that she would be woken up, so he picked it up and looked at it. The phone was locked. He only saw the small WeChat icon and her lock screen wallpaper. The person on the wallpaper was still him, but this photo was taken by her a long time ago when he was still in high school.

Jiang Yiyu remembered that it was a Friday. Song Shengsheng finished school in the afternoon and came from the junior high school to the high school to find her brother Song Ming to go home together. She stood outside the iron net of the basketball court and took this photo of him and Song Ming with her camera.

Song Ming was standing next to him at that time, but now there is no trace of Song Ming on this wallpaper. It is estimated that he was cut off by Song Shengsheng.

Jiang Yiyu suddenly found it funny, and wondered if Song Ming, the sister-doting maniac, would be mad to death when he saw this wallpaper.

"Little Whisper, do you like me so much?"

"Um."

Jiang Yi Yu suppressed his smile and was then stunned. He put down his phone and looked at Song Shengsheng through the light coming through the crack in the door. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him in a half-asleep state.

"Are you awake? Want some water?"

Song Shengsheng shook her head and called him softly, "Jiang Yiyu."

"Yeah, I'm here."

Song Shengsheng reached out and gently tugged at the corner of his sleeve, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "I seem to be drunk and confused, and actually dreamed of you. Since it was a dream, can I secretly hold your hand?"

"Of course." Jiang Yiyu held her hand in his palm, and his heartbeat quickened.

"Jiang Yiyu, how are you doing recently?"

"good."

"Oh, that's good."

“…”

"Jiang Yiyu."

"Um?"

"It's okay, I just called you, after all, it's rare to dream about it."

"good."

Song Shengsheng smiled and said, "It was just a dream. You only know how to say yes."

"So what do you want to hear me say?"

"I don't know. I'm so sleepy, but I'm afraid that as soon as I close my eyes, I'll have another dream."

Jiang Yiyu looked at her quietly for a long time, then asked hesitantly, "Do you want to stay with me?"

Song Shengsheng hummed, but still couldn't hold on and closed his eyes.

Jiang Yiyu paused and whispered, "If you stay with me, you can't leave again. Are you willing?"

This time Song Shengsheng did not answer.

As dawn approached, Jiang Yiyu carefully lay down beside the bed, reached out and tucked a strand of hair that was blocking her eyebrows behind her ear, and murmured softly: "If you don't say anything, I will take it as your consent."

He looked at her quietly for a while, then slowly closed his eyes.

The next morning, Song Shengsheng was woken up by her cell phone alarm. She reached out for the phone on the bedside table out of habit, but inadvertently touched a person lying next to her.

She was startled and woke up instantly. When she saw that the person next to her was Jiang Yiyu, she felt her heart suddenly tighten and her heart skipped a few beats.

Song Shengsheng quickly sat up and moved away from him. She rubbed her aching head and tried hard to recall what happened last night. She only remembered that she did get into his car, and later a girl did tell her that she would be taken to see Jiang Yiyu. After that, she completely lost all memory.

But based on her understanding of Jiang Yiyu, although he usually looks quite reckless, he would never take advantage of someone in distress and do something out of line. What's more, he doesn't like her, so he has no reason to do anything to her.

Thinking of this, Song Shengsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down.

She patted Jiang Yiyu's arm through the quilt to wake him up.

Jiang Yiyu was woken up not long after falling asleep. He was a little annoyed. He sighed softly, raised his hand to push back the bangs hanging in front of his forehead, frowned, opened his sleepy eyes, and said to her in a hoarse voice, "Good morning."

Song Shengsheng shrank back a little nervously, afraid that Jiang Yiyu would hear her increasingly rapid heartbeat.

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