Song Ciyu stood beside Gu Sangning, looking at the night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window, he didn't feel too much about this decoration style, and chose this place because it was relatively close to the school.

Seeing her appearance full of surprises everywhere, it taught him a little bit of heart.

"I like it." Gu Sanning instinctively agreed, but after realizing what Song Ciyu said, he looked at him suspiciously, "Our home? ”

"Don't you want to live with me?" Song Ciyu did not answer the rhetorical question.

Gu Sang was stunned for a moment, "It's not like that, it's just that in the future, brother, you will get married, if I live with you, isn't it good?" ”

"There's nothing bad about it." Song Ciyu said coldly, quite a sense of non-compromise.

Gu Sang was silent, quietly paying attention to it in his heart, and always felt that Song Ciyu's attitude towards her was very strange, like a very possessive ... Boyfriend?

Once this word jumps out, it can no longer be suppressed.

She couldn't help but recall the moment Song Ciyu kissed her at the gala a year ago, and the last sentence that she didn't want to be her brother.

In an instant, Gu Sanning's goosebumps rose.

No way?

"It's eleven o'clock, do you want to take a shower first?"

A question interrupted Gu Sanning's thoughts, she raised her head and looked at Song Ciyu deeply, and her heart became more and more determined to match him and Jie Simin's mind.

The bathroom is set up behind the partition wall of the corridor, that is, the bedroom cubicle, which is 30 square meters in size, with a separate shower room and toilet.

Push open the frosted glass door and there is a bathtub and shower.

Gu Sanning put the clothes in his hand on the shelf, considering that it was already late and not suitable for bathing, he simply brushed his teeth and took a bath.

Going out of the bathroom, Gu Sang stared at the time, the hour hand pointed to half past eleven, at this time Song Ciyu was sitting on the workbench by the window sill, the computer screen was on, as if editing a document.

Seeing this, Gu Sanning silently relaxed his steps, opened the bedside table and rummaged for a hair dryer.

"The hair dryer isn't there."

Song Ciyu's slightly magnetic voice pierced the silence of the room, and at the same time frightened the sneaky people.

Gu Sanning clutched his fast-jumping chest and tilted his head to look at the workbench, he had left his position from the previous seat, walked past her on slender legs and walked into the bathroom, and when he came out again, he had a black hair dryer in his hand.

"Go to bed."

Song Ciyu bent down and plugged the plug into the socket on the bedside table, adjusted the temperature of the hair dryer, and directly started to blow her hair.

I don't know if it's because I'm tired today, or if Song Ciyu's technique is too gentle, blowing and blowing Gu Sangning and starting to doze off.

When Song Ciyu noticed this, she couldn't help but turn down the gear of the hair dryer, the sound was almost inaudible, and she dried the ends of her hair a little, and finally touched the top of her hair, and after making sure that it was dry, she turned off the hair dryer.

Without the sound of a hair dryer, the person who was originally dozing opened his eyes, and his sleepy eyes were a little dull.

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep." Song Ciyu chuckled and tapped her nose with her fingertips.

Gu Sanning yawned and looked at the time, there were still fifteen minutes.

"I'm waiting for twelve o'clock to say happy birthday to you."

Her voice was indistinct, a bit like a little milk cat whimpering, more like a feather brushing her heart, tickling people's hearts.

"Birthdays are every year, don't rush this moment, you're already sleepy, go to sleep." Song Ciyu rubbed the top of her hair, and her eyes were full of spoiling.