Song Shengsheng smiled, looked him over, and clicked his tongue a few times: "Without your trump card, Brother Yiyu, it seems that you can only admit defeat from now on."
Jiang Yiyu was also amused by this: "Song Shengsheng, you want to win even in this kind of thing?"
"Yeah, I've never lost at anything I've done since I was a child, including liking you. Although I've been secretly in love with you for a while, I have you now." Song Shengsheng put the bath towel on the door handle and turned around to get the shower head.
Although she spoke firmly, her increasingly rapid heartbeat completely exposed her panic.
Of course, Jiang Yiyu was not much better, and was even worse.
Neither of them spoke during the entire process, and the awkwardness spread. Jiang Yiyu's helplessness brought the awkward atmosphere to a climax.
After a long while, Song Shengsheng turned off the shower and cleared her throat: "Um...I'll go get you some clean clothes and come back later."
"Oh, okay."
"Um."
She turned her back to Jiang Yiyu and walked out of the shower room sideways. Just as she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and said, "The floor is slippery. Don't fall."
Jiang Yiyu covered his face helplessly and laughed dumbly: "My dear, I said this is normal, do you believe it?"
"I believe it. Why wouldn't I believe it? If you say so, I will believe it."
"Why do we always have to be so embarrassed..."
Song Shengsheng held the door handle and hesitated for a moment: "Maybe it's because he still has some concerns..."
"What are you worried about?"
Song Shengsheng turned around and looked at Jiang Yiyu through the shower glass: "I have to ask you this, right?"
Jiang Yiyu smiled: "I don't know either..."
Song Shengsheng let go of the door handle and turned to lean against the edge of the sink: "Can I kiss you?"
Jiang Yiyu didn't say anything.
Song Shengsheng waited for a while: "Why are you so timid?" She walked back to the shower room, stood at the door, and met Jiang Yiyu's red eyes. After a while, she took a few steps forward, bent down, held his face, and kissed him.
Jiang Yiyu felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerated after missing a beat. He looked at Song Shengsheng's trembling eyelashes and slowly raised his hand to hold the back of her head.
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After a while, Song Shengsheng stood up slightly. She gently stroked the corners of his eyes, looked at herself in his eyes, and smiled: "Jiang Yiyu, there's nothing wrong with being brave. Anyway, we can't escape."
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