"Brother! Can't you say a few nice words?" Song Shengsheng hung the clothes back in the closet: "When you were dating my friend before, I never said a bad word about you."
"How can it be the same? Your brother and I are in a serious relationship, taking things step by step, aiming for marriage. What are you doing? You're just going all in one go and getting married with my buddy. How can I accept that for a while?"
Song Ming walked over to her, propping himself up on the wardrobe door with one hand. "Besides, how can Jiang Yiyu compare to me? I have a happy family and I'm a decent, ordinary person. I can walk down the street holding my partner's hand. I can protect my partner from being criticized. Go ask Jiang Yiyu, can he do it?"
Song Shengsheng frowned at him, then spoke after a few seconds, "But you're a normal person who supposedly treats every relationship as if it were a marriage, so why do all your ex-girlfriends call you a scumbag after breaking up with you?"
Song Ming was choked by her words and glared at her helplessly.
Song Shengsheng wasn't afraid at all. He raised his head and glared back, "What are you doing? Do you still want to be mean to me?"
"You... you little bastard, you're being unreasonable! I'm telling you, birds of a feather flock together. I'm not a good person, and neither is Jiang Yiyu. It's not too late for you to regret it now. I'll go tell him not to come tomorrow morning."
"I don't! He's just different from you anyway!"
"Hey, you love-brained guy, why can't I explain it to you clearly? What on earth has Jiang Yiyu poured into you?"
"I just like him! I don't want to talk to you anymore, it's so annoying!" Song Shengsheng grabbed Song Ming's arm and dragged him out of the cloakroom, pushing the door open. "Even if Jiang Yiyu is a wall, I will hit it this time!"
"Song Shengsheng, I'm telling you, you're in danger right now, you can't..."
Before Song Ming could finish his words while pointing at her, Song Shengsheng slammed the door shut. She leaned against the door and listened to Song Ming sigh angrily, "Bad boy, if you don't listen now, you'll cry later!"
"I don't want you to care!" Song Shengsheng shouted through the door.
After a while, she heard Song Ming's footsteps gradually fading away. She opened her mobile phone, glanced at the WeChat message Jiang Yiyu had just sent, and replied to him: Good night.
I suddenly felt a lot more at ease.
She turned off the light in the cloakroom, went back to bed, and looked through her chat history with Jiang Yiyu on her phone. She felt like she was having a beautiful dream from which she never wanted to wake up.
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