Rong Yan didn't seem to care about the lives of his fellow Alphas at all. His focus shifted to Mars: "Will you forget what you said yesterday tomorrow too?"
Jiang Jiang: "What?... No, I'm really not drunk."
She seemed particularly obsessed with her image as someone who wasn't drunk.
Rong Yan nodded: "I can take a beating too, so don't look for other Alphas to relieve your stress in the future."
Jiang Jiang: “......?” Am I drunk or crazy?
The single-core processor struggled to process this somewhat shocking statement.
10086: [How can a normal person communicate normally with a drunkard? ]
Jiang Jiang continued to tell it to shut up.
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Ended a meaningless conversation.
Jiang Jiang took Rong Yan upstairs.
The single-door door still retains a retro style in the process of technological development——
The lock is broken.
It can be opened with just a push.
The sensor light in the stairwell was also broken.
The pity in Rong Yan's heart grew stronger and stronger.
He was even prepared for a dilapidated home.
Who knew that when the door opened, the furnishings inside could be described as exquisite.
Yes, even according to Rong Yan's taste, the various furnishings and decoration styles inside were enough to catch his eye. He was used to seeing things that looked good but were rotten inside, but this was the first time he saw the opposite.
The solid wood floor is covered with a thick woven carpet with intricate yet neat patterns. When you step on it, you can feel the soft touch of wool under your feet.
There are several notes and postcards on the refrigerator, with neat handwriting. They are some recipes and travel notes, as well as a few cute refrigerator magnets.
The bedroom door was half-open, and I could glimpse the off-white bedding inside, with a knitted blanket casually draped over the fluffy duvet.
The entire space does not have too many gorgeous decorations, but it is full of traces of careful care, as if someone has kneaded the warmth of life into every detail.
Just looking at it... is very comfortable.
In Jiang Jiang's words, it's very easy to sleep.
At least after a few days, when I looked at my carefully decorated home again, the sleepiness came over me like a tide.
Jiang Jiang yawned.
He dragged Rong Yan into the bedroom as if it was a matter of course, and holding each other's ties, the two of them fell onto the bed.
The soft quilt wrapped around the two of them.
Jiang Jiang found a comfortable position in Rong Yan's arms, rubbed against him, sniffed the reassuring scent on his body, and prepared to sleep over the night.
Rong Yan still had some sense left: "I haven't washed up yet, and dinner isn't ready yet."
"You'd better make some hangover soup, otherwise you'll be dizzy when you wake up tomorrow."
Jiang Jiang looked at him pitifully: "I'm so sleepy."
Rong Yan couldn't stand her look, so he said, "Then go to sleep, I'll help you wash."
After the words came out, Rong Yan realized that something was wrong.
How was he going to bathe her?
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