After sending her to the door of the room, Xiao Chen left.
Song Shengsheng knocked on the door, and soon the door opened. She was dragged in with her suitcase, and then fell into a warm embrace stained with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.
Because the lights were off, the room was pitch black. In the darkness, Jiang Yiyu's pounding heartbeat was infinitely amplified in her ears. After a while, she gently pushed his shoulder: "Okay, if you use a little more force, I'm almost suffocating."
Instead of letting her go, Jiang Yiyu held her arms tighter.
She hugged him back, patted his back, and asked, "Are you having a good day today, my big star?"
Jiang Yiyu's voice was muffled and a little aggrieved: "I'm the happiest now."
"Coincidentally, me too."
"Didn't you say you couldn't come?"
"I missed you, so I came here."
"Miss me?" Jiang Yiyu let go of her a little. Song Shengsheng took a half step back and leaned against the door, looking at him: "Yes, I missed you, very much, so I came."
"real?"
"Yeah, really."
Jiang Yiyu remembered that she didn't like the room to be too dark, so he quickly reached out and turned on the light above the entrance. Song Shengsheng could also see the silly smile on his face in the light. She reached out and grabbed his hand on her waist, and pulled him towards her.
Jiang Yiyu said a little embarrassedly: "The smell on me is not good, you don't like it."
Song Shengsheng raised her head, looked at him, raised her hand and gently stroked his blushing cheek, and said with a smile: "I want to kiss you now, do you want to let me kiss you?"
Jiang Yiyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded with red eyes: "As long as you don't despise me."
"Lower."
Jiang Yiyu obediently bent down in front of her, letting Song Shengsheng put her arms around his neck. He restrained himself and let her rub his nose lightly, then kiss the corner of his lips lightly, and finally peck his lips lightly.
Song Shengsheng laughed out loud with some joy. Just as Jiang Yiyu was waiting for her to take the next step, she deliberately buried her face in his shoulder and said softly, "Brother Yiyu, cigarettes taste bitter, and alcohol doesn't smell good either. They don't deserve you because you are sweet."
"My goodness, you are talking nonsense again."
"Yeah, that's nonsense. I got drunk on you."
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