After getting in the car, Song Shengsheng rolled down the window a little. She looked out the window. The cool evening breeze rushed in through the window, lifting her hair. Jiang Yiyu looked at her quietly for a while, then held her hand.
Song Shengsheng withdrew her gaze from the window, lowered her head to look at her hand held by him, raised her eyes to look at him again, and smiled gently: "Are you very tired?"
"Um."
She patted her legs: "You are allowed to lie down for a while."
Jiang Yi Yu hesitated for a moment, then bent down and lay on her legs. Song Shengsheng put her hands on his shoulders, patted them lightly from time to time, and hummed an unknown soothing tune.
As she hummed, Jiang Yiyu slowly closed his eyes. He lowered his head, kissed her knee, and murmured, "My dear, you are all I have."
Song Shengsheng paused for a moment, she said nothing, and soon continued to hum her soothing tune slowly.
After returning home, Song Shengsheng sorted the items in the shopping bag and went to take a shower.
Jiang Yiyu silently continued to pack the luggage that he had not finished packing before.
He sat on the carpet in the living room, holding the photo album that Song Shengsheng had looked through in the morning. He turned his head to look at the jadeite on the coffee table. He picked up his mobile phone, took a photo of the jadeite, and clicked send.
When Song Shengsheng came out of the shower, Jiang Yiyu had already cleaned up the cardboard boxes and scattered items on the ground. She wiped her wet hair with a towel and walked over to sit beside him.
Jiang Yiyu took the towel from her hand and slowly wiped her hair while leaning over: "Why don't you blow dry it before you come out?"
"Want to know what you're doing."
Jiang Yiyu wrapped a towel around her still dripping hair and said with a smile, "What can I do alone? Let's go blow dry our hair together."
Song Shengsheng raised her hand to hold the towel, stood up and walked in front of him: "Who knows what you can do, what if you wipe your tears secretly?"
"It's not that fragile."
The two walked back to the bathroom together. Jiang Yiyu took out a hair dryer from the locker under the sink, plugged it in, turned on the switch, tested the temperature with his arm, and then walked behind Song Shengsheng to help her blow dry her hair.
Song Shengsheng looked at herself and Jiang Yiyu in the mirror and slowly raised the corners of her mouth.
Jiang Yiyu inadvertently looked up and saw her smile, and smiled too: "What's wrong? What are you laughing at?"
Song Shengsheng shook his head and closed his eyes.
After a long time, Jiang Yiyu turned off the hair dryer. He leaned over, picked up the comb from the table, and gently combed her long hair.
After combing her hair, he hugged her from behind, leaned over and buried his face in her shoulder, greedily sniffing her fragrance.
Song Shengsheng held his arm across her waist, tilted her head and kissed his forehead: "Why are you like a puppy?"
Jiang Yiyu looked up at himself in the mirror and said, "How can a puppy have so many troubles?"
"That's right." Song Shengsheng raised her hand and rubbed the top of his head: "Take a hot bath, have a good sleep, and leave your worries for tomorrow. You've worked very hard today."
"good."
Song Shengsheng patted his arm and said, "Go wash it. I'll get you some clean clothes."
Jiang Yiyu tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, and nudged his head into the crook of her neck: "Don't leave."
"You're playing tricks again. I'm not leaving. I'm just going to get you some clothes."
"no."
Song Shengsheng smiled helplessly and sighed: "You were just in the living room, weren't you staying well by yourself?"
"If you hadn't come to see me, I could have stayed alone forever, but now that you're here, it's different. Be good, don't leave me."
Song Shengsheng looked at the top of his head in the mirror, was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes and whispered: "Jiang Yiyu, I'm a little scared of you like this."
Jiang Yiyu froze, and he asked with a sob, "Why? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, I'm just afraid that one day you won't cling to me like this anymore. When that day comes, it means you don't like me anymore."
"No, even if you don't want me anymore, I will always stick with you. Honey, the relationship between you and me has developed to this day. I am no longer someone you can get rid of just because you want to. Even if one day you get tired of me, you must be prepared to be entangled by me for the rest of your life, until death. Do you like to hear such sweet words?"
"Sweet talk? Who would say sweet talk until death?"
"It belongs exclusively to you." Jiang Yiyu tilted his head and kissed the side of her neck. He nuzzled her earlobe with the tip of his nose and whispered to her in a low voice, "Are you still leaving?"
"Stop making trouble."
"Still leaving? Huh?"
"I'm not leaving." She reached out and gently pushed his face away, looking at him sideways: "Really, I'm not lying to you."
Jiang Yiyu frowned slightly and stared into her eyes. After carefully confirming that she did not seem to be lying, he slowly released the hand that was restraining her.
Song Shengsheng turned and leaned towards the edge of the sink.
When she looked at Jiang Yiyu again, except for some redness in the corners of his eyes, his expression had returned to normal. He threw the sweatshirt and short-sleeved T-shirt he was wearing into the dirty clothes basket, and under Song Shengsheng's gaze, he threw his jeans in together, then slowly walked into the shower room.
He watched Song Shengsheng turn on the shower.
The sound of dripping water was heard. Song Shengsheng turned her head to look at him and reached out to unplug the hair dryer.
After a long time, the sound of water stopped, and Jiang Yiyu pushed the door open and walked out. Song Shengsheng handed him the folded bath towel on the sink: "Does taking a bath make you feel better?"
"Yeah, much better."
He opened the bath towel, wrapped it around his waist, took two steps forward, leaned over and supported himself on the countertop with his hands, trapping Song Shengsheng between his arms and the sink. Song Shengsheng didn't mind that he was soaked, so she opened her arms and hugged him. She rested her chin on his shoulder and pulled him towards her. Jiang Yiyu was forced to move forward half a step.
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