On the way to the bathroom, Jiang Yiyu deliberately let go of his arms around her, bent down and pretended to fall, which made Song Shengsheng tighten her arms again. He pushed open the bathroom door, and Song Shengsheng patted his shoulder to signal him to put her down.

She stood beside him, looking in the mirror, took the toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed in it from him, and touched the red mark on the side of her neck: "Are you born in the Year of the Dog?"

Jiang Yiyu looked at her in the mirror and smiled: "Be more careful next time."

While brushing her teeth, Song Shengsheng leaned towards him and bumped into his shoulder. Jiang Yiyu bumped back lightly. They looked at each other in the mirror and laughed together.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Song Shengsheng opened her arms to him again: "Beginning and ending."

Jiang Yiyu obediently bent down and picked her up, then slowly walked into the cloakroom opposite. Following Song Shengsheng's instructions, he took out two new sets of pajamas. After helping her change, he let her sit on the soft leather sofa opposite the dressing mirror in the cloakroom, and then he slowly put on his clothes.

Song Shengsheng looked at the butterfly tattoo on his waist and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, what's wrong?"

"I want a tattoo too. What do you think I should get?"

Jiang Yiyu paused as he was about to button his pajamas, frowned, and turned to look at her: "Why do you want a tattoo?"

"No reason, I just thought, don't you like it?"

"Well, I don't like it, but if you really want to try it, I won't stop you. Just be good and think about it carefully. Tattoos are not something you can do casually. You have to be prepared that it will follow you for the rest of your life."

"I know. Next time you get a tattoo, take me with you." She pointed to her heart and said with a smile, "I want to get a butterfly tattoo here, just like the one on your waist."

"good."

Jiang Yiyu changed his clothes and Song Shengsheng followed him out of the cloakroom.

While eating, Jiang Yiyu couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want to get a butterfly tattoo on your heart?"

Song Shengsheng ate the wontons in her bowl seriously while mumbling, "Because you said you wanted to get a butterfly tattoo to represent me, then I'll get one to represent you, on my heart, to show that you're in my heart."

Jiang Yiyu's heart fluttered. He clenched his hands, lowered his head and ate a small wonton. He imitated her and said naturally, "Then I'll tattoo it on my heart too."