"No." Jiang Yiyu smiled and took her hand, pulling her back to the sink: "I'm scared to be alone."
Song Shengsheng frowned and said hesitantly, "Brother Yiyu, don't you think this situation is both awkward and outrageous?" She glanced at her phone and said, "Xiao Chen said he'd pick you up at 8:50. It's almost 8:15 now. If you dawdle a little longer, you don't have to shower."
Jiang Yiyu took two steps forward and locked the bathroom door: "Then just stay here with me."
Song Shengsheng couldn't persuade him, so she could only lean against the sink and watch him walk into the shower room.
In fact, the atmosphere was not as awkward as she had imagined. When the mist on the frosted glass rose, nothing could be seen except a figure.
At around 8:30, Xiao Chen sent another message asking if Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu had gotten up.
Song Shengsheng: I’m up and taking a shower.
Xiao Chen sent a small emoticon with a fist-bumping gesture: Thank you, sister-in-law.
Song Shengsheng turned to look at the shower room and raised her voice to urge Jiang Yiyu: "Hurry up, it's almost half past eight."
The sound of dripping water drowned out her voice, and she didn't know whether Jiang Yiyu heard it or not.
After more than ten minutes, the sound of water stopped, and Jiang Yiyu said, "Shengsheng, get me a bath towel."
"Okay." Song Shengsheng put down her phone and took a clean bath towel from the locker. She walked to the shower room, turned her head, opened the door a crack, and handed the bath towel in.
Jiang Yiyu took it and said thank you.
Song Shengsheng hurried back to the sink, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she saw Jiang Yiyu wrapping a bath towel around his waist, pushing the door open and walking out without a care in the world. He smiled at her nonchalantly, "I forgot to bring a change of clothes. Darling, you shouldn't mind, right?"
Song Shengsheng blushed and smiled at him reluctantly: "I'll go out and get it for you."
Jiang Yiyu stood sideways in front of the door, picked up his toothbrush and prepared to brush his teeth: "I don't want to be alone."
Song Shengsheng sighed and quietly moved away from him, but her eyes kept falling on the butterfly tattoo on his waist. After hesitating for a while, she couldn't help but whispered, "Why do you want a butterfly tattoo?"
Jiang Yiyu leaned to the side, looked at his tattoo in the mirror, bit his toothbrush and mumbled, "It's just a random tattoo."
Song Shengsheng didn't say anything, but his eyes were still fixed on the butterfly.
Jiang Yiyu bent down to rinse his mouth. He put down his toothbrush and washed his face again. Water droplets slowly dripped down his chin, splashing water on the butterfly. "Shengsheng, get me a face towel."
"Oh, okay." Song Shengsheng took a face towel from the paper box behind her and handed it to him. Jiang Yiyu smiled at her and wiped his face slowly: "Do you want to help me shave?"
"Ah?" Song Shengsheng didn't react immediately.
"Why do you use so many interjections?" Jiang Yiyu shook the razor in his hand: "Do you want to try it?"
Song Shengsheng shook his head: "Forget it."
Jiang Yiyu didn't force it. He looked in the mirror and applied shaving foam to his chin: "You seem particularly curious about my tattoo."
"Um?"
Jiang Yiyu looked down at the butterfly on his waist: "Isn't it?"
"Well, I think it's pretty, but I don't know what the meaning is."
Jiang Yiyu remained silent, slowly shaving his chin with the razor. After a while, he put down the razor, turned on the tap, and said in a muffled voice, "This butterfly was drawn by my mother a long time ago."
He washed the foam off his face: "Then there was a scar here, I thought it was ugly, so I tattooed her picture on me." Jiang Yiyu smiled, he turned to look at Song Shengsheng: "You can also draw or write something, you pick a place, and I will tattoo it on my body later."
"Then what's with this scar?"
Jiang Yiyu wiped the water off his face and reached out to touch his waist: "Didn't you guess it before? It's a cigarette scar."
"Did you perm it yourself?"
"Yeah." He saw that Song Shengsheng's expression was becoming more and more serious, and hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean it, but it's a long story. I'll tell you slowly later."
Song Shengsheng said nothing more. She took a few steps towards Jiang Yiyu and reached out to touch the butterfly. "Does it hurt?"
"What?"
"Tattoo."
"It's okay, not as painful as I thought. Plus, the tattoo is small, so I didn't feel it at all."
He held Song Shengsheng's hand and said, "Why don't you think about what and where you want me to tattoo you?"
"Don't get a tattoo, you're fine the way you are."
"But I want to leave your mark on my body."
Song Shengsheng pursed her lips and glanced at her phone: "It's eight forty-five, Brother Yiyu, are you planning to meet Xiao Chen like this?"
Jiang Yiyu raised his eyebrows slightly and gestured at his heart: "How about I tattoo your name here?"
Song Shengsheng looked up at him and frowned. "To be honest, it's pretty tacky. And what will you do with this tattoo if we can't live together in the future? If you remarry, your wife will be pissed off seeing your ex-wife's name every day, right?"
"Will we get divorced?"
Song Shengsheng shrugged: "Who can say for sure? The future is more than twelve years away."
Jiang Yiyu looked at her in complete silence. He was applying skin care products on his own. Song Shengsheng looked at him without saying anything.
Finally, he looked at Song Shengsheng pitifully with red eyes, and said something very overbearingly in a wronged tone: "You will only be widowed, not divorced."
After saying that, he turned around and left the bathroom without waiting for Song Shengsheng's reaction.
Song Shengsheng looked at his back and couldn't help laughing.
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