It's a rare occasion that I stay up all night, and here come the aftereffects.

The later you stayed up last night, the earlier you should go to bed today.

By the way, I haven’t mentioned a more harmful way of staying up late, which is watching live streaming of products or browsing shopping apps.

That's true. I stayed up all night, ruined my body, and emptied my wallet. It was all for nothing.

Fortunately, these things don’t exist now.

What a blessing.

When Song Xinglan put Qi Yunyi on the bed, she became much more sober.

She held him tightly, and Song Xinglan kissed her forehead soothingly: "Aren't you sleepy? Go to sleep."

"I haven't brushed my teeth or washed my face yet."

Qi Yunyi stubbornly woke herself up completely, then let go of her hand and ran to brush her teeth and wash her face.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she suddenly realized something and threw herself into her boyfriend's arms: "Xingxing, do I want to sleep in your bedroom?"

"You can sleep in your bedroom too."

"Me too?"

"Why do you think there's no bedroom for you in my house?"

"That's right, then why did you carry me to your room?"

Blind student, you have discovered the highlight.

Song Xinglan looked away, and Qi Yunyi turned his face back and made him look at her. As a result, the boy really couldn't stand the teasing and lowered his head to kiss her.

Qi Yunyi returned his kiss, and when he wanted to deepen it, or when he wanted to kiss her a second or third time, she stopped him: "You haven't answered me yet?"

"I want to spend more time with you."

"Eh~~ We've been together since we were in the Yuhong class, and you still don't feel tired of me. You still want to spend more time with me. Then I will marry you right after graduation, live in your house, and grow old with you."

"good."

He was resolute and decisive, and his eyes were extremely firm, just as firm as when he joined the party.

"Just take a shower and go to bed."

Qi Yunyi pushed him away, took out a large T-shirt from his closet, put it on herself, and then completed the task of taking off her clothes under the large clothes.

Song Xinglan: ...

He was so shy that he immediately turned his head to look to the side instead of following his girlfriend with his eyes. Turns out, you still have this skill?

Qi Yunyi was very proud: "You don't think I can change clothes in front of you, do you? Xingxing, you need to think healthier, otherwise, it will affect your development."

Seeing her smug look, Song Xinglan had no choice but to touch her head and tell her to go to bed early.

Qi Yunyi hummed, lay down, covered herself with the quilt, and said good night to him.

After she finished speaking, she was about to close her eyes and go to sleep, but she saw the young man stretch out his long hand, lift up a corner of the quilt, and lie down on it.

Qi Yunyi quickly stepped back: "What are you doing?"

"My bedroom."

He said it as a matter of course, adding, "My bed."

Qi Yunyi jumped out of bed: "I'm going to find Zhuzhu."

Just as she jumped down, she was grabbed by the waist and then held up again. Qi Yunyi screamed in surprise, but before she could say the classic line "If you keep doing this, I'm going to scream", there was a knock on the door.

"Xingxing, I think I heard Yiyi's voice. Did you bully her?"

Qiao Yueyue's voice.

Qi Yunyi immediately yelled, "Sister Yueyue, Song Xinglan is bullying me."

Seeing the doorknob start to turn, Qiao Yueyue was clearly coming in to support Qi Yunyi, so Song Xinglan could only let go of his girlfriend's arms.

Qi Yunyi took the opportunity to slip away. When she reached the door, Qiao Yueyue just opened it. She threw herself into Qiao Yueyue's arms and said, "He bullied me."

"How did he bully you? Don't be afraid, sister-in-law will help you beat him, Xingxing!"

Qiao Yueyue had a stern face, and Song Xinglan leaned against the head of the bed, covered with the quilt, as if he was ready to lie down and die.

"Forget it, I'll let him go this time. If he bullies me again next time, you can scold him again."

Qi Yunyi carried the person away.

Of course, Qiao Yueyue knew that Song Xinglan would never bully Qi Yunyi, but she was still happy to coax the little girl, and she felt happy seeing her smile.

As for the stars...

Well, come to think of it, my little brother, who has always believed that Yi Yi is not wrong and I am wrong, and if Yi Yi hits me, it must be because I did something wrong and I need to reflect on myself, should not need any extra comfort and consideration.

Great, the girlfriend is gone, leaving only a terribly empty bed.

Why on earth would you put such a large bed in your bedroom?

Song Xinglan was confused.

At this time, Qi Yunyi had already lain down in another bed.

She stretched out her arms and hugged the sweet and soft Zhuzhu. Seeing her gentle face, her gossip spirit suddenly burned.

"Zhuzhu."

"Um?"

"Have you seen Wen Xu's picture of a handsome man emerging from the bath?"

She didn't pay attention at the time. One reason was that he was not her boyfriend. On the contrary, she disliked him quite a bit and wanted to avoid suspicion, so she didn't look.

Another is that the stars came to her.

"Ahem... I saw it."

"Really? Really? How is it? How does it feel?"

Song Mingzhu blushed.

"Well, I remember he was dressed very warmly that day. Or rather, when has he ever been dressed less warmly? So why are you blushing?"

"His clothes were soaked and stuck to his body, and then Xiao Shen stripped him off."

?

Lin Shen, are you going to make it difficult for Wen Xu to win the girl, or are you going to help him achieve his goal?

"All of it?"

"No, I just took off his shirt."

"Does it have muscles? Is it boiled chicken? I see that guy is covered so tightly, maybe he is a thin dog?"

Song Mingzhu didn't know what "xigou" meant, nor did she know how the term "boiled chicken" had anything to do with people. She looked at Qi Yunyi with innocent and blank eyes.

Qi Yunyi: ...

She stood up, took out the photo album, and found a photo of Lin Shen when he was six years old.

Except for Song Xinglan who was fattened by the chef Qiao Yueyue, the younger ones have been slim from childhood to now. None of them has ever been fat. They still eat a lot but don't gain weight.

Maybe all the nutrients are used to grow taller.

When they grow up, girls can be described as graceful and elegant, and boys, well, can be described as strong and healthy. But when they are young, being strong and healthy has nothing to do with it.

Qi Yunyi pointed at the photo of Lin Shen, a six-year-old shirtless boy with a disgruntled look on his face, who was also photographed: "Thin dog, boiled chicken."

After talking to the teacher, washing up and preparing to go find Song Xinglan, Lin Shen suddenly sneezed loudly.

Over here, Qi Yunyi put away the photo album after saying:

"Listen carefully, Xigou, listen carefully to the word 'xi'. In 'white-cut chicken,' there's 'white' and 'chicken.' A chicken can't be any fatter. So, do you understand the meaning of these two words?"

Song Mingzhu blinked: "I understand, but when Wen Xu was in high school, he was on the school basketball team. He played sports, so it's impossible for him to be thin."

"That doesn't count. What counts is what you see. So, is he a boiled chicken?"

"No, he's still very muscular, about the same size as Xiao Shen."