On TV, the movie's ending theme played to its end, and the screen jumped back to the synopsis page. Jiang Yiyu lifted her head and gently laid her down on the sofa. His kiss continued downwards. Song Shengsheng raised her head slightly, looking at the round lamp hanging on the ceiling, which emitted a faint warm yellow light. After a while, she reached out and stroked the top of his head, slowly closing her eyes...

After a long time, she opened her wet eyes and looked at Jiang Yiyu who raised his head. He reached out and gently stroked the corner of his lips with his fingertips, smiling in a rogue and ambiguous manner.

He said nothing, but stood up, picked her up anxiously, walked back to the bedroom, and fell on the bed with her.

As he kissed her passionately, he reached out and fumbled to turn on the desk lamp.

In the light, Song Shengsheng watched him reach out to open the drawer of the bedside table and take out the small box she had just put away this morning.

He stood up and tore a small bag. Song Shengsheng looked at the butterfly on his waist that rose and fell with his breathing, and reached out to stroke it gently.

Jiang Yiyu shuddered all over, and his eyes darkened as he looked at her with a smile. He threw away the discarded bag in his hand, leaned forward again, held her hand and kissed it, then put it on his shoulder and whispered seductively in her ear: "My dear, you like butterflies so much?"

Song Shengsheng buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice hoarse and tinged with tears, her mind was blank, and apart from being immersed in the present moment, she could no longer think of anything else. She hummed and tightened her arms around him.

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She didn't know how long it had been before she heard the sound of dripping water. She opened her eyes and found herself immersed in the bathtub. Jiang Yiyu was sitting by the bathtub, holding her hand and spraying the showerhead on her arm.

Seeing her wake up, he smiled a little embarrassedly, blushed and lowered his head.

Neither of them said anything, but the scenes just now appeared in their minds at the same time.

Song Shengsheng was extremely tired. She didn't care about being shy or not. She closed her eyes, leaned against the edge of the bathtub, and was too lazy to move.

When Jiang Yiyu carried her back to the bed, she quickly found a comfortable position as soon as she touched the pillow and fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Yiyu leaned over and kissed her forehead, reached out and gently smoothed the hair in front of her forehead, looked at her quietly for a while, then got up and went to clean up the mess under the bed. He stuffed all the discarded small bags scattered on the ground back into the paper box and threw them into the trash can in the bathroom.

He opened the drawer again and looked at the remaining cardboard boxes, muttering softly, "It's time to buy some." Then he lay back on the bed and held Song Shengsheng in his arms.

Song Shengsheng felt herself being hugged by him again in her sleep, whining and subconsciously wanting to escape. Jiang Yiyu smiled helplessly, patted her gently, and coaxed her softly in a low voice: "Be good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I won't do this next time."

After coaxing for a while, Song Shengsheng finally calmed down. As she usually did, she hugged his waist and snuggled in his arms.

Jiang Yi Yu gently took her hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it again and again. He buried his face in her palm and sniffed greedily. After hearing Song Shengsheng's unhappy hum, he was afraid of waking her up, so he reluctantly put her little hand back on his waist.

He picked up his phone from the bedside table and took a look. It was three in the morning, but he was not sleepy at all.

The next day, when Song Shengsheng woke up, it was already noon. Her whole body ached as if she had run several 800-meter races. After waking up for a while, she looked up at Jiang Yiyu who was still sleeping, moved up, and gently rubbed the stubble on his chin with the tip of her nose.

Jiang Yiyu chuckled twice lovingly, bent down and kissed her little nose: "Baby, are you awake?"

"Yeah." She buried her face in his arms, leaned towards him, and asked softly and coquettishly in a hoarse voice, "What are we doing today?"

Jiang Yiyu stroked her long hair gently: "I will accompany you no matter what you want to do."

Song Shengsheng hummed and closed his eyes again: "Then sleep for a while longer."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm hungry, but I don't want to move."

"Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it."

"I don't want you to leave."

Jiang Yiyu was extremely happy. He squeezed Song Shengsheng's arm and said, "What should we do? How about ordering takeout? What do you want to eat?"

"Small wontons with shrimp filling."

"Okay." He picked up his phone and ordered food. "It'll be delivered in forty minutes. Honey, don't you need to wash up before eating?"

"Hmm." Song Shengsheng hummed, but did not move. Not only that, she tightened her arms around Jiang Yiyu's waist, obviously playing tricks.

Jiang Yiyu waited for a while, and seeing that she had no intention of getting up, he asked again, "Guang um?"

"Yeah." She looked up and blinked: "Carry me."

Jiang Yiyu smiled and gently stroked her nose with his finger: "Aren't you worried about whether my injury has healed?"

Song Shengsheng held his wrist and said, "It turns out that it has no impact."

"If you say something nice, I'll carry you to wash up."

"Won't."

"Call me brother, you'll always do that, right?"

"Brother Yi Yu."

"Then what?"

"And what?"

"Tell me your purpose."

Song Shengsheng frowned, cleared her throat, and awkwardly leaned close to his ear and whispered coquettishly, "Brother Yi Yu, carry me to wash up, please."

Jiang Yi Yu was extremely happy. He pinched her face reluctantly and helped her sit up. But as soon as she sat down, Song Shengsheng fell towards him again as if she had no bones.

Jiang Yiyu smiled and said, "So clingy?"

"Well, hug me." She opened her arms, waiting for him to hug her.

Jiang Yiyu put her arms on his shoulders, and Song Shengsheng cooperated by hugging his neck. Then, she hung on him like a koala.

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