Kang Ying was startled by this sudden action.

She struggled to sit up, "Bowen? You've had too much to drink. Mom made some soup for you. I'll bring it over!"

But the drunk Cen Bowen didn't listen to what she said at all.

Cen Bowen was very strong and he turned over and pressed Kang Ying under him.

His face was flushed, and his peach blossom eyes were misty. He stared at Kang Ying for a long time.

Kang Ying's heart beat like a drum when he looked at her.

The next moment, I felt a chill on my cheek.

Kang Ying's heart suddenly tightened, and she looked at Cen Bowen with shock.

He actually cried?!

Kang Ying felt sad and distressed.

It seems that Cen Bowen listened to what she said.

He felt sorry for her too.

If she had known that he was willing to listen to her, she should have confessed her feelings to him two years ago.

Why waste time and delay each other for so many years?

"Bowen."

Kang Ying called out affectionately and softly, "I am yours."

An ambiguous atmosphere flowed in the room.

Kang Ying slowly closed her eyes.

Cen Bowen looked down for a while, then moved closer and murmured, "Yiyi... Yiyi..."

*

Song Yiyi had no idea that she had suffered an unexpected disaster.

She counted the money when she got home.

Before he finished counting, Cen Yue took the initiative to hand over the red envelope that Song Minghui gave him.

He happily put it away.

Song Yiyi went to catch up on her sleep.

Cen Yue doesn't sleep in bed during the day.

When she was sleeping, it was quiet outside and she didn't know what Cen Yue was doing.

I felt a suffocating feeling in my chest.

When she opened her eyes, she met a pair of big watery eyes and a snoring sound echoed in her ears.

"ah!"

Song Yiyi shuddered and immediately picked up the little guy on her body, "It's you."

Her tone was full of surprise.

The chubby cat she had fed chicken!

When I think about it, it seems like I haven’t seen it for a long time.

"Cen Yue, Cen Yue!"

Song Yiyi ran out with the little fat boy in her arms. Seeing Cen Yue half-lying on the rattan chair, she lifted him up with great effort and smiled, "Look, look, whose cat ran into my arms!"

I can't blame her this time.

The little fat guy took the bait himself, so she could only keep it reluctantly.

Cen Yue raised his eyelids slightly, "My family's."

He admired Song Yiyi's way of thinking.

Picking up a fat cat after a nap is no different from gold falling from the sky.

Song Yiyi was stunned for a moment, "What?"

Cen Yue finally decided to get up from the rattan chair.

As soon as he walked over, the little fat boy broke free from Song Yiyi's arms with a "meow", jumped to the ground and circled around Cen Yue twice.

She rubbed his trouser leg and then climbed up skillfully.

That posture looks somewhat familiar.

Song Yiyi inexplicably recalled the scene of herself climbing on Cen Yue today, and her forehead twitched.

Cen Yue picked up the little fat boy and said, "Let's get to know each other. His name is Da Zhuang."

Song Yiyi and Dazhuang looked at each other, and saw a hint of disbelief in each other's eyes.

Dazhuang is more adaptable than Song Yiyi.

It stretched lazily in Cen Yue's arms, jumped down and began to patrol the house in a swagger.

Song Yiyi asked Cen Yue: "Is he a man?"

Cen Yue glanced at Song Yiyi, reached out and hit her head, "Male."

There is no difference between male and female kittens.

Cen Yue didn't use any force, and Song Yiyi didn't feel any pain.

Her attention was all on the little fat boy, and she exclaimed, "Your cat is also called Dazhuang?"

Cen Yue raised an eyebrow: "Also?"

Song Yiyi nodded, "Originally...my cat was also called Dazhuang."

This name was given by the original owner.

When the kitten first came to their house, it was very skinny and small, and it seemed like it would never grow up.

The original owner hoped it would grow strong, so he named it Da Zhuang.

It's also a bit too coincidental.

Look carefully, this cat looks very similar to that one.

Da Zhuang strolled around the house and didn't seem to be shy.

Song Yiyi bent down and chased after him.

She sang happily with Dazhuang.

Cen Yue watched silently for a while and then lay back on the rattan chair.

Song Yiyi finally discovered that Dazhuang only recognized Cen Yue and treated her very coldly.

She even felt that Dazhuang might be a cat raised by Cen Yue, because the way he looked at her was the same as when he first met Cen Yue.

That kind of arrogant and condescending attitude is exactly the same as his master.

After inspecting the house, Da Zhuang lay down on the cement floor next to Cen Yue's rattan chair with satisfaction.

After a while, he lay down on his back with his legs up in the air.

Seeing that Cen Yue ignored it, it shook its tail and flipped left and right twice with difficulty.

His face was full of the eagerness of "Come and touch me".

Song Yiyi was ashamed, "You lackey!"

Who says males don't have so many twists and turns?

His mind must be as sieved as a sieve, otherwise how could there be nine princes competing for the throne in history?

After she finished cursing, she suddenly remembered the notebook she had brought back.

I went back to the room and took a closer look.

Song Yiyi was shocked instantly.

This...is not the original owner's handwriting!

In her memory, the original owner's handwriting was very similar to hers, and it was more delicate.

Although the one on this notebook could be considered that type, it is obviously not.

And the content above...is actually a novel!

It was the novel with Kang Ying as the heroine that she read before she came here!

Song Yiyi flipped the page hard and saw that the content was stuck on the page where the original owner had just died.

It's a bit weird.

Song Yiyi felt a chill down her spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

She forced herself to calm down, her mind racing, but she couldn't figure out what was going on.

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