Maybe they have their own concerns.
As an outsider, she shouldn't ask too many questions.
Thinking of this, Song Yiyi thoughtfully ran to prepare a cup of hot brown sugar water for Cen Yue.
There was only so much she could do.
Song Yiyi came out of the shower and found that Cen Yue was not in the room.
Seeing that the light in the study was on and no one had used it, she walked over with some brown sugar water and knocked on the door.
There were footsteps coming from inside.
As soon as the door opened, Song Yiyi looked inside curiously.
This room was also a bedroom. After Cen Yue moved the bed away, it became a study.
This was the first time Cen Yue went in at night.
"Aren't you going to sleep?"
Song Yiyi handed the brown sugar water to Cen Yue and said, "I've already taken a shower. Do you want to take a shower?"
He just said he was tired.
Are you working hard again now?
Are men so fickle when their moods change?
Cen Yue lowered his eyes, his gaze landing on the cup of water filled with dark liquid. "You go to sleep first, I'll read for a while."
He pointed to the cup. "What is this?"
The last cup has gone cold.
Song Yiyi poured out the heavy liquor and brewed a cup extravagantly.
The glass wasn't insulated, and she was already having trouble holding it. She bared her teeth and said, "Take it quickly, it's hot."
Cen Yue raised his hand to take it, and thought for a moment, dragging his words out. "Brown sugar water?"
Song Yiyi nodded, "Okay, I'll make you some tea, drink it."
She rubbed her numb fingers and said, "You're busy, I'm going to sleep first."
Song Yiyi entered the room.
After a while, there was a soft sound of a door closing from the study.
A hint of confusion flashed across Song Yiyi's eyes.
Only for a moment.
She quickly adjusted her mood and went to sleep without waiting for Cen Yue to come.
A dreamless night.
When I woke up, it was already bright.
Song Yiyi rolled over as usual before slowly getting up.
Brushing teeth while passing by the study.
As if possessed by a ghost, she pushed the door open and walked in.
Cen Yue must have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
His books were neatly arranged, even his pens and letter paper were placed horizontally and vertically.
The study window was open, and a breeze blew in, making it a little cool.
Song Yiyi walked over and stretched out her hand.
She was about to close the window when her eyes glanced around and her hands paused.
There was an ashtray outside the windowsill.
There were quite a few cigarette butts lying inside at the moment.
Song Yiyi was confused for a moment, and her first reaction was that this was left by the previous resident.
This idea was quickly rejected by her.
The ashtray is clean, without any dust, and the cigarette butts are arranged in an orderly manner.
Song Yiyi raised her hand, picked up the ashtray and took a look.
She was sure of it now.
These are the ones Cen Yue drew yesterday.
If you smell it carefully, you can still smell a faint smell of tobacco in the study.
Song Yiyi's eyes suddenly sank, and a dark tide surged in her eyes.
"Yiyi, what are you daydreaming about? Let's go."
Aunt Wang's voice rang in my ears.
Song Yiyi followed Aunt Wang and the others with a basket on her shoulder, picking up a bunch of weeds and throwing them into the basket indiscriminately.
"Here I come."
She made an appointment with Aunt Wang to go out and pick wild vegetables today.
But she was always thinking about Cen Yue and was somewhat absent-minded.
Song Yiyi got up at that time, found the ashtray, and then went to the guest room with a bed for a walk.
Cen Yue probably didn't sleep in the master bedroom last night.
After changing the sheets and quilt covers, Song Yiyi folded the quilt in the guest room.
Her eyes were naturally crooked.
When Song Yiyi went to see it again this morning, it had turned into a standard tofu block.
So Cen Yue said it was okay.
In fact, there are no rooms left?!
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