Xiao Sheng lay on the floor, stared at the ceiling for a minute, and took a deep breath.
She sat up, lifted the quilt, returned to the edge of the bed, and lay down.
Done in one go.
"Turn off the lights, thank you."
Gong Shiheng was stunned for a moment, "...Okay."
Snap.
The lights are off.
This time, Xiao Sheng occupied a larger area, and the distance between the two of them was also smaller.
Gong Shiheng lay down, and then he really felt that there was someone beside him.
He thought of the way she got up with a numb expression, and couldn't help but want to laugh, but he was afraid of disturbing her, so he just twitched the corners of his lips.
It's been a long time.
He felt as if she raised her hand and covered her eyes.
In the silent night, he heard a slight remorseful and desperate mantra.
……Depend on.
"Shengsheng, don't say bad words."
Xiao Sheng: "..."
ah--!
…
half past ten
Song Xiang sat in the courtyard holding her cell phone and saw Suman's soul questions on the screen.
——I would like to ask, if a person has lost his memory, can he still remember how to do that kind of thing?
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Song Xiang looked up at the starry sky and sighed, this is really a profound question.
Gu Lian sent a voice message over there.
She clicked to listen, and the result was a slightly hoarse male voice.
"It depends on whether he will do it before he turns twenty."
It was Lu Zechen's voice.
Song Xiang stuck out his tongue. He didn't need to think about it to know what state the two people were in now. He really took time out of his busy schedule to solve the doubts of the crowd.
She was biting her mouth and looking at the screen, when footsteps came from behind her.
Then, a hand went around her head from behind and handed a small meatball to her mouth.
She bit it and turned to look at him, "Did you blow it up?"
Yan Han raised his eyebrows and said, "Give me an evaluation."
Song Xiang patted the place next to her and motioned for him to sit down. When he sat next to her, she closed her eyes and tasted it carefully, and then laughed out loud.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Our Xiao Yan is really a genius, he is the best in everything he does."
The fried meatballs are also great.
Yan Han raised his chin, very proudly, put the plate on the small table, and hugged her waist.
"What were you looking at just now?"
Song Xiang raised her cell phone, leaned into his ear and talked about the private topic.
Yan Han's expression was complicated.
Song Xiang bit her lip, tapped the corner of his mouth with her finger, a malicious look flashed in her eyes, and whispered: "I don't know if Brother Shiheng can do it, but I know that you shouldn't be able to do it when you are twenty.
"
Yan Han: "..."
He reached behind her neck, pinched her neck gently, and asked, "I can't?"
"Okay, okay, you can, you can do it, right?" Song Xiang avoided his hand and went over to hug his waist, "You are so stingy, no one will tell you the truth."
Yan Han gently bumped her forehead with his forehead, raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't know how, who is carrying that thing in your belly?"
Song Xiang clicked his tongue and reached out to pinch his waist.
Yan Han didn't hide away, she couldn't bear to exert herself anyway.
The two of them were sitting in a small pavilion by the lake, talking quietly.
"Have you decided on a name for your child?" Yan Han suddenly asked.
Song Xiang looked up at him, "Isn't that something you should consider?"
"Prioritize the opinion of the child's mother."
"That's it."
Song Xiang leaned in his arms and thought seriously, "I have a few options, do you want to hear them?"
"explain."
Song Xiang cleared his throat, "Strict puppy?"
Yan Han: "..."
Song Xiang continued to tease him and came close to his face, "Yan Tutu? Yan Zaizai? Yan..."