"It should be." Shi Yan was stunned for a moment and came to his senses. He picked up the cake plate and said with a smile: "We are friends."
In the name of a friend, I do things to love you.
Song Jing didn't answer the question, picked up the cake knife and cut two pieces of cake, one piece for each of them.
Song Jing has a big appetite and can eat a lot, but she doesn't like sweets and rarely touches cakes.
She didn't like the sweet and greasy feeling in her mouth.
But she made a wish for today's cake, so she had to eat it seriously.
Song Jing lowered his eyes and started eating the cake without saying a word.
Shi Yan raised his hand to wipe away the cream on his cheeks, and the slightly warm touch of Song Jing's fingertips seemed to still remain on his side face.
The restaurant waiter began to serve the dishes, and Song Jing asked the waiter to wrap up the remaining cakes temporarily and take them away later.
After the two of them had eaten, Shi Yan consciously picked up the packed cake and walked out of the restaurant.
As it approached ten o'clock, there were almost no people on the streets. Except for bars open late at night in Wujiangzhou, there were very few vendors on the streets who set up stalls at night.
Song Jing took advantage of a supermarket that was about to close and rushed in to buy two big bags of stuff.
"Not full?" Shi Yan knew Song Jing's appetite, so he ordered a lot of dishes.
"want to drink."
Song Jing was walking in front carrying two bags of things. There was no emotion on his face, but his brows were slightly furrowed, suppressing his irritation.
Shi Yan stepped forward and took a bag from her hand, "In a bad mood?"
"Yeah." Song Jing walked into the community.
She is indeed in a bad mood.
Shi Yan's current situation is not good, but she still hasn't found a way to save him.
The person is right under your nose, but you can't recognize him.
In the past, this disease happened to Song Jing himself, and Song Jing himself didn't feel anything.
But now that the sequelae had been transferred to Shi Yan, Song Jing became anxious and panicked.
What's more, there is that kind of anger mixed with powerlessness. I don't know if I am angry at myself or at Shiyan.
Shi Yan didn't know what happened to Song Jing. The two returned to the rental house. The fire lion lying at the door stood up when he heard the sound and looked at the two of them with some confusion.
Song Jing was not a talkative person to begin with, so she naturally didn't like to talk when she was in a bad mood. Her whole body was enveloped in a layer of low pressure. The fire lion moved aside obediently when he saw her.
Song Jing put the things on Brother Craftsman's iron coffee table, opened a can of beer and nestled it into the sofa.
Shi Yan put the things away and stepped forward, "Maybe you can tell me what happened to you."
Song Jing opened his eyelids and looked at him coldly.
Shi Yan added, "Aren't we friends?"
Song Jing didn't say anything, just stared at him coldly, suddenly stepped forward, grabbed his collar, pulled him close, and bit him hard on the lips.
"Would a friend do this to you?"
Shi Yan's hand hanging by his side suddenly tightened, staring closely into Song Jing's cold eyes.
Song Jing pushed him away and sat back on the sofa, his eyebrows and eyes drooping indifferently, giving off an aura of keeping strangers away.
Shi Yan sat down on the sofa next to him, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.
"Song Jing, you..."
"Shut up!" Song Jing warned with a cold voice, filled with suppressed impatience and irritability.
It had been a long time since Shi Yan had seen such suppressed mania in Song Jing. Didn't master say that Song Jing's illness could be cured as long as he had a blood transfusion?
Is this because the disease has not been cured yet, or is she really in an extremely bad mood?
Shi Yan was a little worried.
Silence fell in the living room, and even the fire lion lying at the door seemed to have slowed down his breathing subconsciously.
After Song Jing drank a can of beer, her emotions gradually calmed down. However, she stayed on the sofa and took out her phone to check where there were laboratories for rent in Mingcheng.
She will stay at Tianqiong College this year, at least until Su Luan and Lin Yu establish a foothold in Tianqiong College. She will stay in the college.
She would definitely not be able to take the class well, so she could only use this time to continue doing research.
There are also students in the academy who have awakened healing powers, and most of these students are gathered together to learn how to save people.
Song Jing flipped through it and found a fourth-year medical student from Tianqiong College renting out his laboratory.
Song Jing added the domain name contact information left by the other party and sent a message.
【Hello, has your laboratory been rented out? If not, I would like to rent it.】
The person on the other side was very leisurely and responded quickly to the message.
[No. But I only rent it to students of Tianqiong College, because the laboratory is inside the college, and outsiders cannot enter the college. Are you a student of Tianqiong College? 】
[Yes.] Song Jing got up and went to get his bag, dug out his student ID card that he had just applied for today, held down his identity information, took a photo and sent it.
[Turns out she is a first-year schoolgirl. Do you also have healing powers? 】
【Um.】
The senior who wanted to rent out the laboratory smiled when he saw this reply, thinking that this first-year student was quite cold.
However, although there are many people in the college who have awakened to the healing powers, there are very few people engaged in medical research. He is about to graduate, and the laboratory has been rented out since last semester, and no one has been interested in the results.
[School girl, there are still a few days until school starts. I am still at home and will not go to the academy until school starts. We will contact you then?]
【Can.】
After Song Jing finished replying to the message, the hot and cold mood just now had completely subsided.
"You sleep in another room." Song Jing got up and prepared to go back to his room to sleep. He would go to Song Jue's place to meet Qi Heng tomorrow morning to see if he could get any useful clues.
Shi Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed Song Jing's wrist. Song Jing didn't expect that he would reach out to pull her, and there was a coffee table next to her. She was already walking sideways while holding her cell phone, and her center of gravity was unstable. When Shi Yan pulled her like this, her whole body...
They all turned towards Shi Yan and hit him.
At this level, if Song Jing didn't want to hit Shi Yan, he could twist his body to the side even if he couldn't stand back up. But Song Jing didn't want to move, so he had to smash his body downwards.
Shi Yan obviously didn't expect that he would pull Song Jing down with such a pull. He subconsciously stood up and raised his arms to hug Song Jing.
The two bodies collided together, and due to the force, they both hit the sofa.
The sofa is a wide and soft leather sofa, and it doesn't hurt if you hit it. However, the two of them hit it, and their postures were a little too ambiguous.
Song Jing's body completely covered Shi Yan's body, while Shi Yan still held Song Jing's wrist with one hand and supported Song Jing's waist with the other.
When the two of them were still together, they would have fallen into this position. They would definitely not be able to get up if they didn't do something. But now they both have their own thoughts and fell into this position. For a while, they were really in a dilemma.
.
It's a pity to just get up and separate from each other. I feel that there are some shortcomings.
But if they were to do something, it seemed very inappropriate for the two of them in their current status.
So neither of them moved, they were stuck in this position.
The fire lion lay lying at the door and looked at its owner and the human who had caught it before, tilting its big head in confusion.
After a while, Shi Yan couldn't hold himself back and spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "Do you... want to get up first?"
Of course, Song Jing noticed the changes in his body. He sneered and shook the wrist he was not holding. Shi Yan let go. Song Jing turned over and went directly into one of the bedrooms, closing the door with a bang.
Shi Yan sat up, held his forehead with his hands, laughed lowly at himself, got up and went to the bathroom.