The two of them were no different from drowned rats.
Cen Yue tried to ride the bike as steadily and quickly as possible, but this section of the road had many ups and downs.
The wind was strong and he was afraid that riding too fast would scare her.
Song Yiyi shook her head, "Not cold."
Since she was already soaked, she simply looked up at Cen Yue and asked, "Do you think your grandfather is weird?"
Hearing this, Cen Yue's lips curled up slightly, "Not surprising, he is just born cold-blooded and ruthless."
Song Yiyi: “…”
It is true that those in power are often confused.
"Not many people in the compound probably know about your mother's affairs. Why are you willing to tell me?"
Anyway, if you put yourself in her shoes, if she were Cen Yue, she would not tell others about this.
My mother died because of my father.
His father kept his word and took all the blame on him.
What did he do wrong again?
"Hold on tight, we're going downhill." Cen Yue leaned forward slightly to block most of the wind and rain.
Song Yiyi said "Oh" and snuggled into Cen Yue's arms.
The bicycle really sped up, and the wind whistled in my ears.
Cen Yue's voice was surprisingly gentle amidst the rustling of the wind: "Yiyi, I won't hide anything from you about me. As long as you ask, I won't hold back."
When they got home, Cen Yue threw her a towel and said, "Wipe it off first. I'll go boil some water."
The towel flew over and covered Song Yiyi's head.
Song Yiyi: “…”
The rain must have just gotten into her brain. How could she feel that Cen Yue had a gentle side!
When the water was boiled and Cen Yue asked Song Yiyi to wash first, she was even a little uncomfortable.
This person's personality is somewhat similar to the weather outside.
After taking a shower, Song Yiyi moved a stool to watch the rain under the eaves. Dazhuang finally came over and lay down beside her legs.
A man and a cat looked at the water pouring down from the hole in the sky with curiosity.
Cen Yue came over quickly, still damp with moisture, and handed her a cup of hot tea.
Song Yiyi took a sip and was so hot that she almost lost her soul.
Cen Yue frowned slightly.
Seeing her pretending to be nonchalant and taking a second sip, Cen Yue said lazily, "Come here, let me see where you're hurt."
Song Yiyi almost spit out a mouthful of hot tea in his face.
She gave him a sidelong glance, "Butt, what do you want to see?"
Cen Yue said seriously, "That's even more important. If there's any bone injury, we need to go to the hospital as soon as possible."
Song Yiyi: “…”
This is the first time I've seen someone describe being a hooligan in such a righteous way.
She was able to sit on the beam and bump all the way back, so what could be the big deal?
Song Yiyi began to feel lucky that there was some flesh to cushion the blow, preventing it from directly impacting the bones.
With a change of mind, Song Yiyi stood up from the stool, covering her butt and muttering "ouch ouch".
Cen Yue frowned and walked towards her, raising his hand to touch her without giving her any explanation.
Song Yiyi jumped three feet high and slapped his hand away, saying, "No, no, no, I feel pain right now. I may need to rest well."
She looked embarrassed. "Look, look, it's lunchtime. This lunch..."
Cen Yue closed his eyes, his expression visibly relaxed. "Does it hurt?"
Song Yiyi blinked her innocent little doe eyes and nodded, "Yes, it usually hurts, but I can't work, I can only eat."
She leisurely lay down in the rattan chair, grabbed the pear that Cen Yue had washed on the table and started eating it.
From the kitchen came the sound of a knife hitting the chopping board.
Song Yiyi shrugged, "You're so angry."
She originally planned to praise Cen Yue’s cooking for at least a hundred words no matter how good it was.
But when she actually put it in her mouth, Song Yiyi had no time to praise it.
Because it’s so delicious.
Cen Yue put a piece of pork ribs into her bowl and said, "Slow down, no one is trying to snatch it from you. Are you hungry?"
Song Yiyi smiled, "Cen Yue, if you become a chef, you can also make a name for yourself!"
The sweet and sour pork ribs are delicious.
The vinegar-fried shredded potatoes have different flavors.
But as she ate, she realized something was wrong: there was vinegar in every dish on the table.
Cen Yue can't eat spicy food, but he is very jealous.
Song Yiyi didn't say anything and just finished eating all the food on the table.
After dinner, she cleaned up the dishes on her own initiative.
When she entered the kitchen and her hands were about to dip into the water, Cen Yue grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and pushed her out of the kitchen.
"Go talk to Da Zhuang for a while. Don't let him sleep right after eating. If he gets any fatter, there will be problems."
Song Yiyi also agreed with Cen Yue's point of view.
Plus, I didn't have to wash dishes, so I gladly accepted the order.
She found a way to make a simple cat toy, but Dazhuang and the other cats were unmoved by it.
I couldn't bear to move my eyes even once.
Song Yiyi squinted her eyes and looked down. When Dazhuang was lying on the ground, he was the same size as a gas tank.
It rained all night.
When Song Yiyi woke up the next day, there was no one beside her.
She raised her hand with difficulty but quickly gave up.
last night...
Even though she was as thick-skinned as she was, she still blushed at the thought.
After sleeping in the same bed for two days, Song Yiyi concluded that Cen Yue might not have made a move on her because he felt he was not familiar with her and needed to get to know her better.
So she let down her guard against Cen Yue last night.
But this person didn't play by the rules at all. She was still squatting in the corner teasing Dazhuang when Cen Yue came in.
He picked up the little fat boy with a clear purpose and sent him out.
Before Song Yiyi could react to what he was doing, Cen Yue closed the door and cast a burning gaze on her.
She felt an inexplicable chill on her neck.
"What are you doing?"
Song Yiyi shrank towards Dazhuang's mat, wishing she could lie down on it herself.
Cen Yue walked to the bed and sat down, raising his eyelids and said calmly, "You shouldn't even ask me. I'm here to collect the debt."
Sure enough, no meal is eaten in vain.
The knife hanging over your head finally fell.
Song Yiyi felt relieved instead. She stood up, walked over, and pushed Cen Yue down.
She was surprised at how much strength she had.
There were meow and meow sounds coming from the door.
Along with it, there was the sound of claws scratching on the door.
Song Yiyi looked at Cen Yue who was lying motionless, thought for a second, and then left.
She picked up Da Zhuang's nest, opened the door and sent it out.
Da Zhuang saw the door open and was about to step in when there was a 'bang'. Fortunately, it reacted quickly and dodged.
Song Yiyi turned around again, and the lights in the room suddenly went out.
The arm that stretched out around her waist was strong and powerful, and Song Yiyi felt a hot breath next to her ear.
She was trapped between the door and Cen Yue.
The next second, a scorching hot kiss fell, and every breath was filled with a sense of aggression.
"Open your mouth."
The tone of voice in the darkness was lingering and sad, and the breathing became a little faster.
The temperature of the skin that touches the air is both hot and cold.
Song Yiyi couldn't help but shrink back.
Soon he was shackled.
He placed his palm on the back of her neck and squeezed it gently, forcing her to tilt her head back slightly.
Song Yiyi was lost in thought. It turned out that Cen Yue had shown some mercy before.
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