But the packed box was too heavy. She tried to move it but couldn't lift it at all. She was a little embarrassed to ask Jiang Yiyu to move it. After thinking for a long time, she could only bend down, grab the edge of the box, and drag the box out.
But before she could drag it out of the door, Jiang Yiyu came rushing over after hearing the noise. Song Shengsheng looked back at him and smiled awkwardly: "It's too heavy, I can't move it."
"Why didn't you ask me for help?" Jiang Yiyu hurried forward and picked up the box: "Where should I put it?"
"Entrance, utility room next to the toilet."
"I see. Go open the door first."
"Okay." Song Shengsheng trotted out and opened the door of the utility room.
Just as she was about to turn on the light, she saw all the things she had collected in the past that Jiang Yiyu had endorsed, all displayed inside without any cover.
There was even a life-size pillow of Jiang Yiyu that she won last year through a Weibo lottery organized by her fellow fans. The pattern printed on the pillow was that of the artist Mrs. in the fan circle, and it was a picture of Jiang Yiyu with his abdominal muscles showing.
The artist’s drawing was very similar to the real thing. When Song Shengsheng got the pillow, he was really happy for a few days.
But later she placed it next to the bed, and the more she looked at it, the more uncomfortable she felt. She even felt a little guilty, fearing that someone would accidentally see it one day. If that someone happened to be Song Ming, Song Shengsheng estimated that he would laugh at her for being a nymphomaniac for the rest of her life.
After moving in, she hid the pillow and other things she had accumulated in the storage room. Normally, she would hardly even open the door of the storage room unless she needed to get a box of tissue paper, a can of detergent beads or other supplies.
Jiang Yiyu came over carrying a box and saw her standing at the door. He didn't know what he was thinking: "My dear, where should I put the box?"
Song Shengsheng subconsciously raised her hand to stop Jiang Yiyu from entering the utility room: "It's too messy in there. Put the box at the door first. I'll go in and clean it up. I can drag it in myself later."
Jiang Yiyu frowned in confusion, but didn't say much. He just listened to her and put down the box in his hand.
Song Shengsheng smiled at him, quickly walked into the utility room, and closed the door guiltily.
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