"No, it's more like a healing idyllic life."

Sang Ji said and walked towards Chaoyangtai, stretched out his hand and pulled the floor-to-ceiling curtains completely open, mercilessly breaking Li Jiaen's dream.

As Kushiki said, the soft sunlight shines in healingly, creating a beautiful sunshine waterfall.

Li Jiaen subconsciously stretched out his hand to block his eyes, even in autumn, the sun at noon still emitted a dazzling light.

Li Jiaen slowed down for a few seconds and then removed his hand, half-squinting his eyes to appreciate the beautiful painting-like ...... Balcony.

"Hmm...... When you say that, you really have that kind of healing atmosphere. After Li Jiaen finished admiring it, he stretched his waist and fell back to the bed, and said to Sang Ji with the same healing smile.

"Cut—"

Sang Ji glanced at Li Jiaen, the corners of his sweet lips were also hooked, and the hand holding the floor-to-ceiling curtain was pulled, and the brilliant and bright sunlight was once again blocked by the heavy blackout curtains.

Li Jiaen moved his position, pillowed on her long and soft double pillow, reached out and patted the place next to him, squinted his sleepy eyes and said, "Come on, let's take a beautiful nap together." ”

Xu was infected by her, and Sang Ji's eyes were also sour, and he yawned and climbed into bed to lie next to her.

Within seconds, the two of them slowly fell asleep.

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"Ding-dong-"

The non-stop doorbell successfully pulled Sanki up from his sleep.

She opened her eyes tiredly, stared stupidly at the already dark room for a few moments before she woke up, lifted the quilt that had been pulled over her at some point, got out of bed, and walked downstairs half-squinting and in a hazy consciousness.

Kuangki rubbed his eyes and walked through the living room, walked to the door in a daze, and struggled to see the person standing in the doorway with his eyelids.

"Rong's mother." Sang Ji was sleepy with sleepiness written on his face, and his hands were soft and he held the doorknob and pulled the iron door open.

"Mother Rong came at a really bad time to wake you up, right?" Rong's mother said, carrying a heavy shopping bag into the house.

"No," Kuwaki yawned and looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, "I've slept quite a long time." ”

Li Jiaen in the room paused for a while before opening his eyes, looking at the dim and unfamiliar room and the empty seat next to him, he began to feel uncomfortable, turned over and lay on the bed, and called in a hoarse voice: "Sang Ji ......"

Receiving no response, Li Jiaen squinted for another minute, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, tiding his messy clothes and hair as he walked.

"Sang Ji ......" she went downstairs with her slippers soft and tired, and just walked to the corner of the first floor when she saw Rong's mother who walked in with an environmental protection bag.

Li Jiaen blinked, showed a surprised smile and called softly, "Mother Rong." ”

"Eh," Rong's mother, who had just turned the corner and hurriedly entered the kitchen, hurriedly paused, took a step back and nodded at Li Jiaen, "You're there too!" ”

"Well," Li Jiaen smiled stupidly and went downstairs, walked to the sofa and collapsed, "I'm here to play with Sang Ji." ”

"Okay, good friends should communicate and play together more," Rong's mother's voice slowly came from the kitchen, "This relationship from classmates is better than knowing each other outside." ”

"Why?" Sang Ji, who was also sitting on the sofa on the other side, asked suspiciously.

Rong's mother smiled, "No, it's all an experience." ”

"Then Rong's mother, are you cooking tonight?" When her voice fell, Li Jiaen hurriedly picked it up.

"Yes," replied softly, "I'm here to prepare dinner." ”