"Break up and get back together? Song Shengsheng, watch your words. I'm really getting angry."
Song Shengsheng shrugged his shoulders: "I tell you, being angry makes you old."
"Song Shengsheng! I'm really angry. You're the typical example of someone who doesn't cherish what he has."
"Cherishment is mutual. You can't ask me unilaterally."
Jiang Yiyu took a deep breath. Seeing his face flushed with anger, Song Shengsheng decided not to tease him anymore. She softened her voice and coaxed him, "Okay, don't be angry. Don't worry! I promise that from now on, I won't have anyone else besides you. Not to mention cheating, I won't do anything."
Jiang Yiyu looked at her without saying anything.
Song Shengsheng reached out and touched his face, then gently nudged the corner of his lips with her finger: "Smile and you'll look ten years younger!"
Jiang Yiyu still didn't say anything.
Song Shengsheng moved closer to him and softened her voice: "If I ever let you down, go complain to my brother and let him nag me. You know, I'm most afraid of hearing him nag me."
Jiang Yiyu said a little aggrievedly, "I'm afraid that if Song Ming knew you didn't want me anymore, he would be so happy that he would set off a few firecrackers at the door."
"It seems so." Song Shengsheng smiled and hugged Jiang Yiyu, rubbing his fluffy head: "But don't be afraid, I am a nostalgic person. As long as you stay with me, I will definitely stick with you through thick and thin!"
"Life and death are not important. I just want you to keep looking at me, only at me." Jiang Yiyu hugged her back and kissed her forehead: "Dear, give me more sense of security, okay?"
"Yeah." Song Shengsheng raised her head and kissed him on the lips. Jiang Yiyu lowered his eyes to look at her, gently touched the back of her head, and deepened the kiss.
Song Shengsheng looked at herself in his eyes with a smile. After a while, Jiang Yiyu felt uncomfortable being stared at by her. He quickly raised his hand to gently cover her eyes and murmured hoarsely, "Be good, don't look at me."
Jiang Yiyu's kiss was gentle and restrained, but Song Shengsheng knew that he was actually on the verge of losing control.
After a long time, he curled up beside her, hugged her waist, rested his forehead on her shoulder, and tried to calm his breathing.
Song Shengsheng reached out and gently stroked the red corners of his eyes. She wanted to tell him that she was not as resistant to intimacy as he thought.
But then he thought, Jiang Yiyu must have his own reasons for restraining himself, so he didn't say much and just stayed with him quietly.
After a while, Jiang Yiyu let her go and cleared his throat awkwardly: "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Yeah." Song Shengsheng turned away from him and said, "Go ahead."
About half an hour later, Song Shengsheng felt her side sink. She reached out to hold Jiang Yiyu's hand, but he dodged her: "It's cold."
Song Shengsheng smiled and took back his hand, then gave him some more of the quilt: "Be careful not to catch a cold."
Jiang Yiyu sighed, moved closer and held her in his arms: "It seems that sometimes we really need two quilts. Go to sleep, dear."
In the middle of the night, Song Shengsheng touched his side in a half-awake state, but found nothing.
She called Jiang Yiyu twice in a daze, but no one answered.
She stood up, rubbed her eyes, put on her slippers, and knocked on the bathroom door in the bedroom: "Brother Yi Yu, are you in there?"
Still no one answered.
Song Shengsheng opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room, only to see Jiang Yiyu sitting on a single sofa near the window smoking in the darkness.
Seeing Song Shengsheng, he quickly put out the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray.
"Why are you awake?"
Song Shengsheng paused: "Why aren't you sleeping yet? Can't you sleep?"
"No, I had a nightmare and woke up." He stretched out his hand to Song Shengsheng, motioning her to come over.
Song Shengsheng walked towards him and gently held his hand: "Dreams are all fake, don't think too much."
Jiang Yiyu pulled her to sit on his lap, and he rested his forehead on her shoulder: "But this dream is real."
"What dream?"
"My mother is dead."
Song Shengsheng didn't know what to say to comfort him. After hesitating for a long time, she turned sideways and hugged him in her arms: "But you are not alone now. You have family and friends. Don't always trap yourself in the past."
Jiang Yiyu didn't say anything. Song Shengsheng patted his head and said, "During the Qingming Festival this year, let's go see mom together, okay? Let me tell her that you belong to me now. I will accompany you in her place."
"Yeah." Jiang Yiyu's voice was muffled: "I'm sorry for making you worry."
Song Shengsheng smiled and said, "Jiang Yiyu, do you know that the contrast between your current appearance and the image of you in my mind is very large."
"What?"
"In my mind, you were supposed to be a carefree and somewhat ruffian, but now, suddenly you're vulnerable and acting like a spoiled brat, and you're a bit like a baby again."
Jiang Yiyu nudged his head into the crook of her neck again and tightened his arms around her waist: "I only do this to you."
"Is it so special?"
"Yeah, I'm just being cute with you."
Song Shengsheng tutted his words, "It seems someone's tough guy image is about to completely collapse."
Jiang Yiyu smiled and hummed, "My image is not as important as my wife."
Song Shengsheng smiled and patted his shoulder: "Do you listen to what your wife says?"
"listen."
"My wife said it's time to go to bed. If I don't go to bed now, it will be dawn soon. If I don't get enough rest, it will delay my work."
"good."
"Okay, why don't you let me go?"
Jiang Yiyu raised his head and kissed her on the corner of her lips: "I don't want to let you go. I'll carry you back."
"Okay." Song Shengsheng put her arms around his neck and said, "Let's go!"
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