Jiang Yiyu stood up with a smile, walked to the bathroom, and turned on the bedroom light.

After he left, Song Shengsheng buried her face in the quilt, trying hard to suppress the restless deer in her heart.

After five or six minutes, she heard Jiang Yiyu calling her. She quickly stood up, straightened her pajamas, and walked towards the bathroom.

She stood at the bathroom door, holding the door handle, cleared her throat, and imagined the scene she might see after pushing the door open. She prepared herself mentally, and when Jiang Yiyu called her for the third time, she pushed the door open and walked in.

But after entering, none of the scenes she had imagined appeared. Jiang Yiyu was leaning in the bathtub, the water covering his arms, with foam floating on the surface, and nothing could be seen.

Song Shengsheng let out a long sigh. She leaned against the sink at the door, looked down at the floor tiles under her feet, and said nothing.

The only sounds in the bathroom were Jiang Yiyu's restrained breathing and the rustling sound of water.

After a long time, Song Shengsheng only heard a light sigh. After a while, Jiang Yiyu stepped out of the bathtub and walked into the glass-enclosed shower room. Song Shengsheng turned her head away and didn't look at him, but she could still feel Jiang Yiyu's gaze on her from behind.

"Please get me a towel."

Song Shengsheng lowered her head and touched the bath towel that Jiang Yiyu had placed on the sink in advance. Then she closed her eyes and walked to the shower door, opened it and handed it to him.

Jiang Yiyu smiled, took the towel from her hand, and teased, "I thought you were quite brave just now, why are you scared now?"

Song Shengsheng turned and faced the wall: "If you say anything more, I'll leave."

"No, no, no, it's my fault." Jiang Yiyu pushed the door open and hugged her from behind: "Don't be angry, it's my fault, don't leave me."

Song Shengsheng broke away from him and walked back to the door: "Don't forget to drain the water from the bathtub."

Jiang Yiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, walked obediently to the bathtub, bent down and filled the water: "Be quiet, you're still worried."

Song Shengsheng raised her hand and took out a towel and handed it to him: "Don't catch a cold."

Jiang Yiyu didn't take the towel. He just bent down, put his hands on his knees, looked at her, and said with a scoundrel smile, "I want you to help me wipe my hair."

"Hmm?" Song Shengsheng looked at his short hair, raised her hand to cover his head with a towel, and wiped it gently. Jiang Yiyu closed his eyes in enjoyment: "My dear, it's great to have you around."

"Did you shave your hair again?"

"Well, if it grows too long, we have to shave it off. Doesn't it look bad?"

"No, actually this hairstyle suits you quite well. It looks better than having bangs."

Jiang Yiyu raised his eyes and looked at her: "What am I like in your eyes?"

Song Shengsheng stopped what she was doing and looked him in the eye, saying seriously, "This is the look I love most in this world."

"What is that?"

"Um?"

"What's your favorite look?"

Song Shengsheng paused and said, "That's how you look to me. If you really can't figure it out, just look into my eyes and they will tell you my answer."

Jiang Yiyu looked at her for a moment, lowered his eyes, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips again: "In my script this time, there is a line that quotes a sentence from Eileen Chang."

"What?"

"When I met you, I became very low, almost down to the dust, but my heart was joyful, and a flower blossomed there." Jiang Yiyu took the towel from her hand, stood up straight, and touched her head: "That is a flower named you."

Song Shengsheng's gaze fell on the butterfly at his waist. As his arm moved, the butterfly seemed to flutter its wings. "Jiang Yiyu."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"I've decided what tattoo to get you."

"What?"

Song Shengsheng reached out and touched the butterfly: "Tattoo another butterfly next to this one. One represents your mother, and the other represents me. We will both be with you."

"Then can I hide your name in the pattern on the butterfly's wings?"

Song Shengsheng smiled and said, "Okay."

"I'll get a tattoo once this drama is finished."

"good."

Song Shengsheng accompanied him to wash up, watched him apply the facial mask, and helped him take care of his skin carefully.

Perhaps she was tired. As soon as the lights were turned off, Jiang Yiyu hugged her for a while and fell asleep.

Song Shengsheng raised her hand and gently stroked his eyebrows, kissed the corner of his lips, and whispered good night.

Because she remembered what Xiao Chen had said about Jiang Yiyu's schedule, Song Shengsheng didn't sleep well all night and woke up before dawn the next morning.

After waking up, she got up, picked up Jiang Yiyu's mobile phone, checked the time, got out of bed quietly, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, she thought that Su Bei must not have woken up yet at this time, and she was worried that Xiao Chen and the others would suddenly come in, so she found a sweatshirt from Jiang Yiyu's suitcase and put it on.

She sat by the bed and looked at Jiang Yiyu who was still sleeping for a while, then reached out and gently smoothed his furrowed brows.

At 7:30, Xiao Chen called to wake Jiang Yiyu up. Song Shengsheng answered the phone. Xiao Chen was obviously relieved when she heard her voice: "Sister-in-law, I'm glad you're awake. Please tell me to get up. I'll go up and bring you food at 8 o'clock."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Song Shengsheng hung up the phone and nudged Jiang Yiyu: "Brother Yiyu, it's time for you to wake up."

Jiang Yiyu turned over, sighed, and asked drowsily, "What time is it?"

"Seven-thirty."

"I understand." He took Song Shengsheng's hand and put it on his chest: "Why are you up so early? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I woke up."

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