"good."

Song Shengsheng stood up and sat back in her original seat. Jiang Yiyu gave her half of the blanket and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry! I still have dinner tonight."

"What do you want to eat? I'll order takeout."

Song Shengsheng glanced at him sideways and said jokingly, "You should have something more urgent to do right now, right?"

Jiang Yiyu cleared his throat awkwardly. "Now that things have come to this, there's no need to rush. If you have any sympathy for me, please be kind and help me."

"I won't be shy this time."

"It's like this anyway, whatever." Jiang Yiyu blushed and smiled calmly. He picked up his phone and opened the food delivery app. Song Shengsheng folded her arms and leaned against him for a while, then finally reached out her hand...

After a long time, Jiang Yiyu paid the bill with great difficulty at the last second of the payment countdown. He threw his phone aside, looked at Song Shengsheng, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good boy, that's almost enough."

Song Shengsheng looked at him and smiled, "Are you sure?"

Obviously, Jiang Yiyu is not sure...

He didn't know how long it had been, but he leaned his head back against the sofa, shivering, and he took a long breath. He looked at Song Shengsheng with red eyes: "My dear, I'm sorry."

Song Shengsheng smiled and clenched the paper in her hand: "Dolls can't say sorry."

Jiang Yiyu buried his face in his palms and smiled awkwardly: "I suddenly want to turn into a doll."

"What a pity, you can't change. Now you've been coaxed, right? Are you still angry? Are you going to act anymore?"

Jiang Yiyu shook his head and looked at Song Shengsheng through his fingers: "Where are you going?"

"Wash your hands and get ready to eat. The takeout should be arriving soon, right?"

"Let me take a look." Jiang Yiyu wrapped himself in the blanket again and glanced at his phone: "Ten minutes left."

Song Shengsheng pushed the door open and walked into the bathroom. While washing her hands, she asked, "Do you want to take a shower later?"

"good."

Song Shengsheng washed her hands and changed her clothes. Just then, the takeaway arrived. She carried the takeaway from the door into the living room and placed it on the coffee table. Then, she sat cross-legged on the carpet, opened the takeaway packaging, and took out four or five white plastic lunch boxes. "You ordered so many dishes. If you don't eat them, I can't finish them. What a waste!"

Jiang Yiyu coughed twice and tugged at the blanket: "I was busy just now, so I don't have time to think so much."