Jiang Yiyu lowered his hand that was clasping the back of her head. He raised his chin, lowered his eyes, and smiled, his voice lazy and seductive: "My dear, if you keep going on like this, I'm afraid something bad will happen tonight."

"So? Are you scared again?"

"Yeah, I'm scared."

She glanced down at Jiang Yiyu and said, "Your mouth is the most dishonest thing about you." She met his gaze again playfully, her fingers tracing across his cheek, pressing lightly on his Adam's apple, "Brother Yiyu, in a contest of courage, you lose again."

Jiang Yiyu's breathing stagnated, his Adam's apple rolled. He held Song Shengsheng's hand on his neck and said, "My dear, are you serious now?"

"No, I'm kidding. I think you're really funny right now, especially without the disguises. You look much cuter than usual. At least besides wanting to escape and being unable to, you're not acting tough with me anymore. It's the first time I've seen you like this in twelve years. It's really refreshing."

"You're bullying me because I can't move around easily."

"So what if you're mobile? Aren't you still a coward?" Song Shengsheng forcefully pulled back the hand he was holding. She stood up straight and threw the towel on the shower door handle to him: "Forget it, I won't tease you anymore. I'll go get you some clothes. Call me when you're ready."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the door. Jiang Yiyu looked at her back, squeezed the bath towel in his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After leaving the bathroom, Song Shengsheng covered her face and slowly squatted against the wall. She didn't dare to recall how she had acted so arrogantly in front of Jiang Yiyu just now. She didn't even dare to think about how she would end up if Jiang Yiyu really wanted to have something happen with her just now...

Song Shengsheng turned her head to look at the closed door of the bathroom, held her forehead and sighed. She suddenly felt a little scared, afraid that she would scare the person inside away.

After a long time, she slowly stood up with her hands on her knees, rubbed her numb calves, and walked lightly to the cloakroom. After helping Jiang Yiyu get some clean clothes, she thought she should give him some more time alone, so she found something to do and helped him pack his suitcase.

When she was halfway through packing her suitcase, she heard footsteps. Turning around, she saw Jiang Yiyu, wearing a bath towel around his waist and leaning on a cane, standing at the door looking at her.

"How come you're so fast?"

Jiang Yiyu hissed and laughed helplessly: "Song Shengsheng, please watch your words. It's been almost an hour. What's wrong with you? Are you planning to make me live in the toilet?"

"If that's what you want to say, it's not impossible. You can go back now."

Jiang Yiyu took a few steps forward, leaning against the doorframe. "Song Shengsheng, could you please be nicer to me? You just flirted with me, after all. Can you stop being such a jerk and not cherish what you've got? Luckily, I've held onto that last line. Otherwise, if I saw you like this, you'd probably run away with your pants up."

Song Shengsheng was amused by him. As she continued to close the suitcase, she glanced back at him and said, "At least I still have a pair of pants, unlike that coward whose pants are welded to his brain."

"You... Song Shengsheng! I'm angry!" Jiang Yiyu pounded the ground with his cane. "I never realized you were such a bully before!"

Song Shengsheng stood up. She glanced at the suitcase she had just packed and breathed a sigh of relief. "So what? Just because I bullied you, you don't like me anymore? Are you planning to make me a widow?"

"You...you..." Jiang Yiyu regretted not having said enough words when he came to the point. His face turned red and he kept saying "you" for a long time but failed to fight back.

Song Shengsheng knew when to stop, fearing that she would really make him angry and hurt himself, she picked up the folded clothes from the stool next to the wardrobe, then walked forward and took his arm, coaxing him: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, I won't bully you anymore."

Song Shengsheng tried to pull him away, but Jiang Yiyu deliberately didn't move: "Are you trying to be nice?"

Song Shengsheng looked up at him and blinked innocently: "Why not?"

Jiang Yiyu was so angry that he laughed: "How can it be calculated? Song Shengsheng, have you ever seen anyone coax someone into submission with just a few words?"

Song Shengsheng tutted his words and sighed in embarrassment: "Then tell me, how do you want me to coax you?"

Jiang Yiyu fixed his gaze on her lips: "Can't you kiss me?"

Song Shengsheng tilted her head, pouting and sighing again. "Look at you, you clearly know that you're not easy to tease, but you still insist on asking others to provoke you. Once the atmosphere is set, and we're at the point where we should continue to deepen our relationship, you're afraid. Eleven times out of ten, you'll back down. Jiang Yiyu, tell me yourself, why are you doing this?"

"I……"

"Oh." Song Shengsheng held the clothes and shook her head: "Forget it, I'm a weakling, so it's probably just like this." She ignored Jiang Yiyu who was completely stunned, turned around and walked back to the bedroom.

Jiang Yiyu bit his lips hard and sighed deeply. It seemed that his image as a coward in Song Shengsheng's eyes was completely established...

When he finally moved back to the bedroom, he happened to run into Song Shengsheng entering the bathroom to wash up. He was about to say that he would help her blow-dry her hair later, but before he could say anything, the door was closed.

After a few seconds, Song Shengsheng opened the door, stuck his head out, and asked, "What were you about to say?"

Jiang Yiyu smiled and shook his head: "It's okay."

"Oh." The door was closed again.

Jiang Yiyu didn't know how many times he sighed tonight.

When Song Shengsheng came out of the shower, Jiang Yiyu was half leaning against the head of the bed looking at his phone. When he saw her, he panicked and turned the phone screen upside down on the quilt.

Song Shengsheng glanced at him and said nothing more. She walked to her side of the bed and sat down, lifted the quilt and got into bed, turned off the desk lamp, and then closed her eyes naturally.

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