When Song Yao came out of the shower, Chen Yue was not blowing her hair, her hair was only half-dry.

Song Yao was puzzled, but Chen Yue's clear eyes kept staring at him. He was a little short-sighted and couldn't see the look in her eyes, but he was sure it wasn't a laugh.

"What do you want me to do?" Song Yao chuckled unconsciously, and suddenly remembered what he said to her that night in his sophomore year of high school: No matter how long you look, it's not yours.

Suddenly, a little distressed.

Then he said dotingly: "Look at it, look at it, you can take it off~ you can show it to you~"

I'm yours, you can look at it however you want.

As he spoke, he went over and took a hair dryer and walked towards Chen Yue.

As soon as he plugged in the plug, he heard Chen Yue say, "Song Yao, take less medicine in the future, the side effects are too great." ”

Song Yao's hand moved, and his heart suddenly felt uneasy. He was afraid that Chen Yue would know something, he didn't dare to bet, he didn't dare to ask, he was afraid of exposing more, so he still smiled softly on his face, and responded gently: "Well, okay, listen to you." ”

Hearing this, Chen Yue couldn't help but smile and looked at him sideways, "Didn't you say that you would listen to you when you wanted to say casually?" ”

"I'll listen to you for everything in the future." Song Yao met her eyes tenderly, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a shallow smile.

For a while, Chen Yue looked at him and was so moved, of course, most of them were pretending.

Song Yao rubbed her hair, "Okay, okay, I won't be sensational with you, I blow my hair, hurry up and go to bed, I still have class tomorrow." ”

With that, he turned on the hot air to blow her hair. Song Yao's movements are very gentle, and he seems to be very skilled, as if he has been blown to many people...... It's Yaoyao.

There were doubts in her heart, and there were answers, so she didn't ask, but Song Yao still noticed that she kept pursing her lips and wanted to speak.

"It's okay, isn't it?" Song Yao raised his eyebrows and said, "I often blow to my mother and my grandmother~"

Chen Yue's heart warmed when she heard this, and her heart was tickling, as if something was about to burst out.

She suddenly turned sideways and hugged Song Yao, who was wearing the same bathrobe as her.

"Song Yao, I love you."

It's really a vulgar love story that has no friends, but why is it so beautiful?

"With great love, so am I." Song Yao turned off the hair dryer and gently dropped a kiss on her soft hair.

At night, it was eleven o'clock.

"Ahh Scum, save me! ”

"He's me! Old Yin B! ”

"! What about people? ”

……

"What's so fun about this game, don't sleep yet?" Song Yao turned to the side, smashed his mouth, and looked at Chen Yue, who was obsessed with the game and couldn't extricate himself.

"Left, left, left!" Chen Yue was wearing headphones, only the sound of games and teammates was in her ears, and she didn't hear Song Yao's words at all, "I'll carry it!" You demolish! ”

When Song Yao saw her like this, he was really aggrieved in his heart, muttered, and suddenly had bad thoughts.

"Ahh What are you doing?! Chen Yue hurriedly covered the collar of her clothes.

Song Yao withdrew the hand that was pulling her wide neckline, and said confidently: "Don't you think it's a loss for you to ignore the handsome guy lying next to you for the sake of the game?" ”

"Loss?" Chen Yue thought for a while, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Then you can play with me, they said that this game is quite similar to League of Legends, and it should be easy for you to play." ”

"I've played it, it's not fun." Song Yao glanced at her screen, and then said with a look of disgust.

However, it was already past 12 o'clock.

"I've just installed it, wait for me to create a number, five minutes at most." Song Yao sat up, followed her example, put a pillow behind his back, and sat side by side with her.

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