When she first got together with Song Yi, they also did some absurd things. At that time, her great grandfather was still alive. Song Yi secretly bought a skirt and she put it on. When they were fooling around, they didn't take it off.

After a night of nonsense, the dress was gone.

She hadn't thought of asking any questions at that time, but now she wanted to ask them.

"Why did you give me the skirt then?" she asked, wiggling on her toes and looking up.

Song Yi knew which time she was talking about, but he pretended not to understand.

"Which time?"

Fang Zongtang didn't hesitate and said directly: "It was the first time you came home from Hong Kong University after we got together."

Song Yi pretended to remember and said, "You mean that time~"

Her neck felt a little uncomfortable as she looked up, so she just stood up.

Song Yi subconsciously reached out to support him.

She looked at the hand extended to her and laughed.

"Why? Are you afraid that I'll fall?"

Song Yi chuckled and took his hand back, saying, "I don't remember much about that time. I just remember that you were very happy when you put on the skirt!"

She looked at the person who was talking with amusement. They both put on their skirts in the dark. With such good eyesight, how could he tell that she was happy?

Song Yi continued, "If you like to wear skirts, I'll have someone make another batch and send them over."

She walked around the room twice in her high heels, feeling more and more awkward.

"I don't want to wear them anymore. My feet hurt." Just as she was about to kick her shoes off, someone walked up to her and bent down.

"Hold me, don't fall."

She looked down at her shoulders, which had become broader and stronger, and sat on them as if they were a stool.

Song Yi swayed a bit, then quickly knelt on one knee and held himself steady.

She crossed her legs and stretched her feet in front of Song Yi.

"You really bought me these shoes that are so hard to wear?"

Song Yi held her with one hand and took off her high heels with the other hand and put them on the ground.

"I thought you might want to try it, so I bought it."

He knew her well enough.

She might not necessarily wear it out, but she would definitely try it out of curiosity.

The other high-heeled shoe was also taken off and put together.

Song Yi did not let the man go, but just carried him up.

She put her feet into her clothes in a nasty way, and slowly leaned over, with her whole body wrapped around his shoulders.

An impudent smile flashed across Song Yi's face. He took two steps and carried the person to the mirror.

She looked up at the two of them in the mirror and said in a calm tone that was completely different from what she was saying now: "You've grown up."

Song Yi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "You have grown up too."

When she said growing up, she meant height, shoulders and strength.

But Song Yi is not!

She glanced down, stood up unhappily, and jumped off him.

Just when I was halfway through the dance, I was pinched and hugged around the waist.

"Don't get your feet dirty without shoes on."

Song Yi simply picked the person up and placed him on the sofa chair beside him.

Then he treated himself as a cushion on the sofa.

Let people sit.

"Atang...I want to talk to you!"

He buried his head in her shoulder and took a deep breath without leaving any trace.

For a moment, she seemed to have returned to ten years ago, the last night they were together in her memory.

At that time, his aura was almost exactly the same as it is now!

Neither of them spoke, they just sat there quietly.

It was like a silent confrontation. Song Yi's attitude had obviously dropped to the lowest point. He did not show any resistance and just let her step on him.

But I remained tense and stubborn, wanting an answer.

It was five or six minutes before she spoke.

"Sure, after a while, when I move back to the old house!"