Cen Yue is too strong.

Song Yiyi simply jumped up and sat stiffly in Cen Yue's arms.

She is like a stick.

Straight straight.

Cen Yue suddenly laughed out loud.

Song Yiyi glanced at him and was about to argue with him seriously, but when she saw him smiling with his teeth showing, she immediately forgot her purpose.

Her eyes fell on Cen Yue's face, and she hugged Cen Yue's neck in surprise as if she had discovered a new world.

Just as Cen Yue was about to stop smiling, Song Yiyi raised her hand to stop him.

"etc!"

Song Yiyi used her hands to pry open Cen Yue's thin lips.

She looked at Cen Yue's teeth seriously, and after a long while she exclaimed in amazement: "Cen Yue, you have two canine teeth?"

No wonder I've never seen him smile with his teeth showing.

When Cen Yue smiles, it's completely different from when he doesn't smile.

When he doesn't smile, he has an innate sense of alienation that makes people feel intimidated.

But from that smile just now, Song Yiyi even saw a strong sense of youth in him.

Cen Yue stopped smiling immediately.

He also planned to let Song Yiyi go.

After Song Yiyi stood still, Cen Yue walked back to the square table with an evasive look and ate his meat.

Song Yiyi leaned forward eagerly, her face right in front of Cen Yue, "Smile again."

Cen Yue pretended not to see it and continued eating meat with a serious face.

Song Yiyi moved closer, "Girl, smile!"

Cen Yue turned his face to the other side and slowly picked up a piece of meat.

Song Yiyi was very close to him and could see the chili peppers on the meat at a glance. She grabbed Cen Yue's hand and said, "You have a bad stomach, why are you eating spicy food?"

Cen Yue stretched out his chopsticks, and Song Yiyi took a bite of the mutton unexpectedly.

The mutton that she had originally stereotyped as smelly and tough turned out to be fresh and fragrant with a hint of spicy sauce, and the meat was tender and not tough.

Unexpectedly delicious.

Song Yiyi blinked.

"Hold it with your hand." Cen Yue curled his lips and looked at her, "Come sit here."

Song Yiyi sat down obediently and ate the meat in silence.

Cen Yue did not choose to make the traditional clear soup lamb. He added chili peppers and sauces to it, making the lamb ribs slightly spicy. Song Yiyi ate several pieces without realizing it.

I'm a little tired of looking at her.

Cen Yue stood up and went to the kitchen.

When he came back, he brought a bowl of cold cucumber salad.

Song Yiyi took two bites and instantly got rid of the boredom of eating mutton.

Cen Yue kept feeding her, and by the time Song Yiyi reacted, the two of them had finished a small pot of meat without realizing it.

She raised her oily hands, feeling a little embarrassed.

After all, the slap in the face came so quickly.

Cen Yue began to clean up the dishes.

Song Yiyi wanted to help, but he looked at her with disdain and said, "Go wash your hands."

She quickly washed her hands, followed into the kitchen and said, "Cen Yue, I'll wash the dishes."

He cooks, she washes the dishes.

Marriage is also a collaboration, and you can’t always take advantage of others.

Song Yiyi had beautiful thoughts.

Reality dealt her a heavy blow.

Cen Yue said coldly: "No, you can't wash it clean."

Song Yiyi: “…”

Being disliked.

After washing the dishes, Cen Yue went to take a shower. When he came out, he found that Song Yiyi was not in the room.

He glanced into the main room and found that she was not there either.

"Song Yiyi?"

Cen Yue shouted, and there was a noise coming from the room next door.

He walked over and saw Song Yiyi grunting as she was putting the sheets on the bed.

Seeing him, Song Yiyi smiled and said, "Are you done? Then go to bed early. Good night."

She tried to get away with it.

Cen Yue stood at the door, a cold look on his lips. "This is the guest room. Why would we make the bed if no one's staying here?"

Song Yiyi knew she couldn't get away with it, so she climbed down from the bed, walked over to Cen Yue, and said sincerely, "This is it."

She picked at her fingers, trying to organize her words, but her words still looked pale and weak.

"I want to sleep alone."

Cen Yue's expression suddenly changed.

Song Yiyi pursed her lips. "It's not what you think! I won't go back on my promise to you. It's just that I'm really not used to sleeping in the same bed with someone else. You saw me catching up on sleep during the day because I've had nightmares for several nights in a row."

She explained a little hurriedly, "Of course, this nightmare wasn't caused by you, it's just that I'm used to sleeping in a bed by myself. So, when you need something, just call me, and when you're done, we can go to our own rooms, okay?"

Song Yiyi finished speaking in one breath and looked at Cen Yue anxiously.

She originally didn't plan to sleep in a separate bed.

There's no need for that, it just makes her seem pretentious.

But I haven’t been sleeping well recently.

When Song Yiyi thought about having that dream again at night, she didn't even want to sleep.

She said it very clearly, she was not rejecting anything happening with Cen Yue, but it was caused by objective facts.

Anyway, this can satisfy Cen Yue.

It's not considered a broken promise.

She raised her eyes.

I found that Cen Yue's expression was not as ugly as I imagined. Instead, he leaned lazily against the door frame, his arms folded across his chest, and a relaxed smile appeared on his lips. "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Song Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest and said, "Really? Cen Yue, you're a pretty good person."

She thought Cen Yue would be somewhat unhappy.

It seems that she has a mean mind.

Before Song Yiyi could even say "good night", Cen Yue said, "I'll tell you when I want it."

Song Yiyi nodded readily, "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Yue came towards her.

Song Yiyi felt dizzy.

When she came to her senses, she realized that she was being carried by Cen Yue.

The kind that really carries a sack.

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