Gu Jingxing studied late at night, and when he raised his eyes, Song Ran had already fallen asleep unconscious when he leaned back in his chair.

When he was about to fall headlong, he rushed over with an arrow and hugged her.

The person in his arms snorted, and before he woke up, Gu Jingxing picked her up, her head gently rested on his chest, and the dependence on him made him suddenly feel infinite tenderness.

The room was dark, he gently put her on the bed, pulled the neatly folded quilt on the side and gently covered her, she slept quietly, her breath was steady.

In the dark, Gu Jingxing could vaguely see her outline, and his fingers caressed it lightly, rubbing it carefully.

She muttered, and he quickly withdrew his hand, turned, and walked out quickly.

Out of the room, he cursed in a low voice, Gu Jingxing, why are you like a thief?

He sighed, and went back to the couch, where there were scattered books by the kerosene lamp, and his heart was pounding, and he had no intention of sleeping, so he picked up a book and continued to read.

When she saw that the oil ran out and the lamp was dry, she finally threw away the book in her hand, went into the room to read it again, and made sure that she had not kicked off the quilt before returning to the hall.

When the oil lamp went out, it was pitch black, and he felt a cigarette and came out, stood under the window, took a match, and drew it, and the faint light of the fire lit the cigarette butt.

Flickering flames rose with the smoke, occasionally illuminating his face.

There is still goose feather snow outside the window, and tomorrow I will go to the deep mountains to test the operation of the tower foundation, and the mountain road will be difficult.

He leaned against the window, smoked a whole cigarette, then secretly disposed of the cigarette butt again, returned to the couch, lay down, covered the quilt, and slowly fell asleep.

Gu Jingxing fell asleep at three o'clock, and when he woke up again, he smelled a fragrance, he frowned, exhaled, and the people who have always been in spirit are a little more lazy in their eyebrows and eyes at this time.

I didn't sleep well at night, can I not be lazy?

He got up and saw that there was a busy figure in the small kitchen, still in such a chaotic manner, so he hurried up, and the quilt was too late to fold, so he hurried into the kitchen.

"Xiao Ran, you...... What are you doing?"

Song Ran didn't have time to turn back: "I'll make breakfast for you." ”

Gu Jingxing snatched his face: "You...... Can you?"

Song Ran turned his head and glared at him: "Look at people in the crack of the door, you are." ”

Gu Jingxing leaned over and said with a smile: "What have you done?"

Song Ran pointed to him as if offering a treasure: "Yam corn paste, and I'm going to fry two eggs, how about it, it's not bad, right?"

Gu Jingxing touched her head: "Really virtuous." ”

Song Ran was proud: "Is that okay? you go and wash up, you can eat it in a while." ”

Gu Jingxing looked at the two eggs lying on the side of the stove, and said uneasily: "I'll fry the eggs, it hurts when you jump on your hand." ”

Song Ran pushed him out: "I've studied with Mother Wu again, and I'm already a journeyman, okay? ”

Gu Jingxing was pushed out by her, shook his head with relief and helplessness, quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, and when he entered the kitchen again, he saw Song Ran holding the lid of the pot to block his face, carefully stretched out the shovel to shovel the pot twice, and quickly retracted his hand.

Gu Jingxing stood behind her and couldn't help but smile: "Journeymen don't work like you." ”

Song Ran snorted: "Everyone has their own form of expression, it's boring to be the same, what do you know?"