Song Ming sighed, opened his phone and looked at the chat page between him and Wen Jing. The last message Wen Jing replied to him was frozen a week ago.
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Jiang Yiyu went downstairs and returned to Song Shengsheng's bedroom. When he opened the door, he ran into Song Shengsheng coming out of the shower. She wiped her hair with a towel, glanced at him, and pointed to the bathroom: "Go take a shower quickly. I've put new toiletries on the table for you."
"Okay." Jiang Yiyu followed her and walked slowly inside.
"What did you and my brother talk about for so long?"
Jiang Yiyu sat down on the bed, put down his crutches, and took off his sweatshirt. "We talked about his relationship problems. It was really funny. He and Wen Jing have known each other for so long, but he doesn't have Wen Jing's WeChat account."
"Ah? Were they really together?"
Jiang Yiyu shrugged. "I guess one of them was just impulsive, and the other didn't really take it seriously. It's hard to say." He handed his changed clothes and pants to Song Shengsheng, who casually put them on the back of the chair in front of the dressing table. "So it seems my brother has really met someone who can deal with him this time."
"Who knows?" He picked up his crutches again and walked to the bathroom with a change of clothes. "I'm going to take a shower first."
"Um."
Song Shengsheng put down the towel in her hand and lifted the quilt, then she saw the small box that Jiang Yiyu had hidden before. Her cheeks flushed and she hurriedly opened the drawer of the bedside table and stuffed the box in.
But after lying down for a while, she opened the drawer again, took it out, and looked at it carefully with a little curiosity. To be honest, it was the first time in her life that she looked at this thing so carefully.
She carefully opened the box and squeezed the small bags inside. After a moment, she quickly put them back in the drawer and continued reading as if nothing had happened.
After a while, Jiang Yiyu came out of the bathroom and walked straight to the bed and sat down. He picked up his mobile phone, checked the message, and turned off the silent mode.
Song Shengsheng shifted her gaze from the book to the butterfly tattoo on his waist: "Where's the T-shirt?"
"No, it's too hot."
Song Shengsheng placed the book in her hand upside down on the quilt: "Should I turn down the air conditioner temperature a little bit?"
"No, I don't want you to catch a cold." He threw back the quilt and lay down. He picked up the book Song Shengsheng was reading and flipped through it. "It's a fairy tale. Don't you think it's childish?"
Song Shengsheng shook her head: "Adults also need to read fairy tales. Life is too tiring and we need to relax a bit."
Jiang Yiyu raised an eyebrow. He turned the book back to the page she had just read and put it back. "What's your plan? After finishing this story, go straight to bed?"
Song Shengsheng looked at him and smiled: "You said you have a disabled leg, what else can you plan?"
"Where's the stuff?"
"What?"
"Whatever you say, you have to use it once."
Song Shengsheng glanced at the bedside table on his side and said, "I put it away. Let's do it another day."
"Change the date again. Which date do you want to change it to this time?"
"The day you don't need a cane? Jiang Yiyu, you're asking this as if I'm the one who's been afraid to do it."
He pulled the quilt up and closed his eyes: "I can't hear you, I fell asleep."
"Playing dumb?" Song Shengsheng pushed his shoulder and said with a smile, "So childish."
"I really don't want to be childish with you today, but if you don't agree, what can I do?"
Song Shengsheng leaned over to him and pinched his nose: "Playing hard to get?"
Jiang Yiyu slowly opened his eyes, looked at her, and chuckled, "It's fine if you want to understand it that way. It depends on whether you are willing or not."
Song Shengsheng blinked, stared at him for a long while, then turned over and lay back on her pillow, turning off the desk lamp: "Don't forget to turn off the light, good night."
"that's all?"
"Well, good night."
Jiang Yiyu turned his head to look at her helplessly, sighed, and reached out to turn off the desk lamp.
The bedroom fell into darkness and was quiet for a while. He reached out and hooked her little finger, gently pulling it: "Don't you want to hold me while I sleep?"
"hot."
"oh."
Jiang Yiyu was silent for a while, then hooked her little finger and said, "How about turning down the air conditioner a little?"
Song Shengsheng chuckled twice, leaned towards him, and touched his shoulder: "Is this okay?"
"Are you uncomfortable lying between two pillows?"
"How about you lend me your arm?"
"Okay." Jiang Yiyu spread out his arms and let her rest her head on them. "Is this much better?"
"Yeah, it's okay." Song Shengsheng lay flat on her back for a while, then skillfully turned over and used him as a big pillow. She hugged his waist and found a comfortable position in his arms. "The smell of orange blossom is nice."
"I like it, too."
Song Shengsheng traced the spot on his waist by memory and twisted it gently. Jiang Yiyu subconsciously leaned towards her: "Aren't you going to sleep?"
"Yes, but I want to say hello to Butterfly first. It's been a while."
"Have you finished greeting?"
"No, it hasn't answered me yet."
"What did you ask it?"
"No questions."
"Then how do you want it to answer?"
Song Shengsheng looked up and met his eyes: "How do you want to answer?"
"Answer what?"
"have no idea."
"You're asking if you don't know? Boy, that's really unreasonable."
"I think so too." She lowered her head and buried her face in his arms again, listening to his heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his body, and gently stroking the butterflies.
After a long while, Jiang Yiyu couldn't help but ask, "Do you also want to try it?"
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