Song Shengsheng took it and said, "Turn around!"

He had no choice but to obey.

Song Shengsheng stood up and wrapped herself tightly in a bathrobe. She stepped out of the bathtub and firmly instructed Jiang Yiyu to stand facing the wall. Then she quickly slipped into the shower room, turned her back to him, took off her bathrobe, and turned on the shower.

The sound of dripping water lasted for a while. Jiang Yiyu turned around and looked at Song Shengsheng standing in the mist. He touched the small bag in his pocket, then slowly walked towards her and gently opened the shower door.

By the time Song Shengsheng reacted, she was already in Jiang Yiyu's arms, her back pressed against his chest. She turned off the shower, wiped the water droplets off her face, and looked up at him: "You broke the rules!"

Jiang Yiyu smiled, pulled her towards the glass wall and said, "Based on my experience from scripts, only initiative can create a story. Be good and turn to me."

"You...be careful not to slip and break your leg again. You'll have to get a cast."

"I'm willing to die under the peony flowers and become a ghost." He pinched her waist, made her turn to face him, and leaned on him: "This is so wonderful."

He gently pinched Song Shengsheng's chin and lifted her face: "Don't frown, be happy." He bent down and gently kissed her lips.

Song Shengsheng stared at him for a while, and finally made up her mind, gave up struggling, and put her arms around his neck.

Jiang Yiyu's kiss was more patient and gentle than any other time before, but Song Shengsheng was distracted because she was worried about his legs.

Finally, she couldn't help herself and patted his shoulder hard, pushing him away. Jiang Yiyu frowned as if asking in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid you'll fall."

Jiang Yiyu smiled helplessly and sighed. He stood up straight, leaned against the glass, tilted his head slightly, and pressed her into his arms: "My dear, sometimes you can be a little cruel to me, like now, there is no need to worry so much."

"There's no medical miracle happening, so how can I not be worried?"

"Then why aren't you worried about other things? For example..." He held her tighter in his arms: "I read some popular science yesterday, you know what I'm talking about."

Song Shengsheng's cheeks suddenly felt hot, and she pushed him hard again.