Perhaps it was because there were too many worries throughout the day, Jiang Yiyu's venting and indulgence were more demanding than usual.
The result of indulging in lust was that when Song Shengsheng was woken up by the alarm clock the next morning, he felt sore all over and his head was swollen.
She looked at Jiang Yiyu, who was still sleeping soundly with his arms around her, and felt a little angry. Even though she knew he needed to relax, he couldn't torment her so unrestrainedly...
She casually picked up a pillow and raised her hand to cover his face in revenge, but before she could put the pillow down, she heard Jiang Yiyu muttering softly in a coquettish tone, "Sister...be good..."
It's obvious that this person's dream was not a serious one, but it's better than having nightmares all the time.
Song Shengsheng had completely lost her temper. She put the pillow back in its place, pulled away Jiang Yiyu's arm that was across her waist, then supported her waist with difficulty and got out of bed.
After she washed up and changed her clothes, she was standing in front of the dressing mirror adjusting the hem of her shirt when Jiang Yiyu, with sleepy eyes, staggered slowly towards her.
He opened his arms, hugged her waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and moaned coquettishly in the tone that she couldn't stand the most: "Sister, I miss you."
Song Shengsheng got goosebumps all over her body. She held down Jiang Yiyu's hand that was about to reach into her clothes and said, "Stop yelling."
Jiang Yiyu chuckled happily, tilted his head and kissed her earlobe: "Don't you want to hear me call you that? What's the matter? Now you don't recognize me after getting out of bed?"
Song Shengsheng raised her hand and pushed his face away: "Stop making trouble, or I'll be late."
Jiang Yiyu came closer and said, "I've seen your schedule. You don't have any classes in the first period this morning. Don't try to trick me."
"I have a group meeting, and it takes more than half an hour to drive from here to school. It's rush hour now, and there's traffic jams on the road. I can't be delayed at all."
Jiang Yiyu nuzzled the side of her neck: "Kiss me, and I'll drive you home."
"No, we agreed yesterday that you would send me off today, don't push your luck."
"Give me a kiss." Jiang Yiyu hugged her tightly, and forced her to lean against the wardrobe step by step: "Be good, give me a kiss."
Song Shengsheng couldn't resist him, so she held his face and pecked his lips lightly, but before she could react, Jiang Yiyu hooked her and deepened the kiss.
Song Shengsheng was extremely helpless. She patted his shoulder and bit him: "You are almost there."
Jiang Yiyu smiled and lowered his head, kissing the side of her neck. When she pushed him away, Song Shengsheng looked in the mirror and was speechless. She saw a red mark that was particularly conspicuous on the place that the collar could not cover.
She glared at the culprit who changed his clothes slowly after satisfying himself.
Jiang Yiyu looked at her, smiled, raised his chin, and pointed to the side of his neck: "I allow you to take revenge."
"I think you are still dreaming!"
She picked up her bag and strode out of the cloakroom. Jiang Yiyu hurriedly put on a sweatshirt, picked up his coat, and quickly followed her.
On the way to send Song Shengsheng to school, Jiang Yiyu made small talk and tried to coax her to pay attention to him, but Song Shengsheng didn't even look at him.
Before getting off the car, she simply gave him a few instructions, asking him to go home and change his clothes, come to have lunch with her at noon, and not to reveal anything except his eyes.
At noon, when Jiang Yiyu came, he wrapped himself tightly and sat in the corner of the cafeteria waiting for Song Shengsheng. After waiting for a long time, she didn't come. He thought she was delayed by something, but unexpectedly, when he asked, he found out that he had gone to the wrong cafeteria.
From this, Song Shengsheng discovered that this person had the potential to get lost.
That whole afternoon, she held Jiang Yiyu's hand wherever she went. Jiang Yiyu accompanied her to class for the whole afternoon. He felt dizzy after listening to the class, but there were few people in the class, so it would be particularly obvious if he fell down. So he could only force himself to stay awake, holding the pen and notebook given to him by Song Shengsheng, while stealing glances at her and drawing a small portrait of her.
He had learned sketching for a few years when he was a child and thought his basic skills were decent enough. But after seeing his painting, Song Shengsheng couldn't help but ask, "Is that me?"
"Don't you think so?"
"No, like the actress you worked with last time, the one who went on the movie roadshow with you. Xiao Chen said she likes you."
Jiang Yiyu took the notebook and continued sketching: "Don't listen to Xiao Chen's nonsense. She keeps talking nonsense all day long and just wants to watch the fun."
Song Shengsheng smiled and moved closer, putting her arm around his shoulders: "So, you like this type of girl?"
"I like your type."
“Oh, what type am I?”
"Be good, don't hug me in class. It's not nice. If the teacher sees us, it will have a bad influence." Jiang Yiyu pushed her gently.
Song Shengsheng grabbed the drawstring of his black disposable mask and tugged. Suddenly, she pulled too hard and the rope broke. Jiang Yiyu felt a chill on the lower half of his face, then nervously covered his face. "I told you to stop making trouble."
"What now?"
Jiang Yiyu sighed, lowered his head, took out a new mask from his coat pocket and put it on: "Fortunately, I was prepared. Don't pull it again."
"oh."
After class, Song Shengsheng was kept by the professor for a small meeting, and Jiang Yiyu followed the crowd out of the teaching building.
He found a shady spot in front of the green belt next to the teaching building, took off one side of his mask, lit a cigarette, and smoked it slowly.
When Song Shengsheng trotted out to find him, he had just turned off his eyes.
Song Shengsheng stopped in front of him, sniffed his scent, and frowned: "Hey, you can't quit smoking, right?"
"Don't do it again, don't do it again." Jiang Yiyu put his arm around her shoulders, trying to shake off the incident, but Song Shengsheng was unmoved. She reached into his coat pocket, checked it carefully, took out the cigarette box, took a few quick steps and threw it directly into the trash can on the side of the road.
Jiang Yiyu sighed helplessly and spread his hands: "I swear, there is really no stock."
…
Jiang Yiyu accompanied Song Shengsheng to class during the day and went back to the Song family's old house with her at night for a week. It was not until Wen Jing came to the house again with a notice and told Jiang Yiyu that he had to go to work that Jiang Yiyu had to end this wonderful life where he had to revolve around his wife every day.
As April approached, the weather gradually became warmer, and Jiang Yiyu also began training for action scenes before joining the next crew. The only thing that made him thankful was that he didn't have to leave the capital for this training, and he could at least see Song Shengsheng every day.
Wen Jing and Song Ming both said that his brain was eroded by Song Shengsheng, but only he himself knew that he had become dependent on Song Shengsheng to the extent that he could only sleep well when she was by his side.
Sometimes he was a little afraid of this habit of dependence, but the more he relied on her and the more greedy he became, he had no time to care about anything else except her tenderness.
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