Little Moyu was taken back home, and Xiaoya naturally would not come again, so Su Yan returned to his life alone.
Regular, but lonely.
The house was empty. Su Yan passed by the restaurant and stopped.
He seemed to still be able to hear the laughter that Cheng Kou had left behind not long ago.
Su Yan saw through Cheng Kou's little thoughts at a glance, but still couldn't help getting angry.
He had his own pride, and when his girlfriend pushed him away in front of others, he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart for a while.
He thought of Ye Qiduan's painting again and tore off the outer wrapping paper, revealing the contents of the painting.
The person in the painting is Cheng Kou.
Cheng Kou smiled with lowered eyebrows.
Perhaps Ye Qiduan was not good at drawing portraits, or perhaps she simply drew it based on memory, the Cheng Kou in this painting was not exactly the same as the real her.
But there is still brilliance.
Su Yan took out his toolbox, hammered a nail into the middle of the wall in the study, and hung the painting up.
He was working in his study at night. As soon as he looked up, he could see Cheng Kou's face in the painting. Then he glanced at his cell phone which had been silent all night, and he no longer had the heart to work.
As he was getting angry, he thought that even if Cheng Kou took the initiative to find him tomorrow, he would not give in easily.
The summer heat made Cheng Kou kick off the quilt in the middle of the night. When she woke up the next morning, she found that her throat was dry and painful, her nose seemed to be blocked, and her head was dizzy.
The cold was coming on fiercely, and she got up listlessly, intending to go to see Su Yan in this state.
Now he can't continue to be cold to her.
However, just as her wishful thinking went well, reality stabbed her coldly. When she stood at the door of 701 and pressed the doorbell for a long time, and knocked on the door more than ten times, she realized that her plan had failed and Su Yan was not at home.
Su Yan won't wait there forever. Look, she didn't go last night, and she's gone today.
He gave her a chance, but she didn't cherish it.
Cheng Kou returned to her room and fell asleep immediately, waking up slowly in the evening. Her cold seemed to be getting worse, so she opened the door and called out a few times in the living room, but no one answered.
Her voice had changed and her head was buzzing.
Cheng Kou stood in the living room and thought about it, then went back to the bedroom to put on a small coat, and went to knock on the door next door, but still no one answered.
Su Yan was angry with her, and she didn't know how to make amends, so she had to squat at his door and wait for him to come back.
She waited there pitifully. Her illness affected her mood. She felt aggrieved and worried.
What if Su Yan never comes back, or doesn't want to care about her anymore
The more I think about it, the more scared I become, and the more scared I become, the more I think about it.
The fear of loss surrounded her, and she couldn't help sobbing softly.
When Su Yan came back from the old house, he saw her dozing against the door.
He found it difficult to describe his feelings, but his actions were faster than his thoughts. He woke her up with a cold face and provoked her with a few words.
"Go back to sleep if you want, and don't get in the way."
Cheng Kou couldn't stand his cold words, feeling wronged and angry, so he turned around and ran away.
It was so late at night, so Su Yan naturally couldn't feel at ease, so he followed him out.
Cheng Kou never knew she could run so fast. This probably created the highest short-distance running record in her life.
However, even so, she could not compare to Su Yan's two long legs.
He grabbed Cheng Kou under a street lamp, which was half broken and the light was sometimes on and sometimes off.
Su Yan vaguely saw the traces of tears on her face and her slightly pale complexion. All his thousands of words finally turned into two words.
"go home."
Although the tone was not soft enough, the meaning contained in this short sentence was enough to make Cheng Kou feel at ease.
Cheng Kou had been squatting for so long and hadn't eaten for a day, so he felt dizzy and his steps were weak. Su Yan's face became uglier, but Cheng Kou still smiled at him foolishly.
He sighed helplessly, his eyes gradually softened, he half squatted in front of her and said, "Come up."
Cheng Kou lay on his back and shed a few tears of grievance.
She didn't want Su Yan to know, so she rubbed the liquid onto his shirt.
Su Yan carried Cheng Kou into the bedroom, placed her on the big bed, and covered her with a quilt.
"I'm going to go out for a moment."
"Su Yan." This time she didn't pull at the corner of his clothes, but directly held his hand and asked carefully, "Don't be angry, okay?"
The room was silent for a few seconds, as if a century had passed, before Su Yan responded softly.
"Um."
"Su Yan." She called his name again and frowned her beautiful eyebrows. "I'm hungry."
Su Yan returned to the bedroom again, sitting casually on the bedside with a bowl of freshly cooked pumpkin porridge in his hand. He asked the person trapped in the quilt in a gentle voice: "Can you drink it yourself?"
Cheng Kou looked at him pitifully, longingly, and then shook his head.
"cannot."
Su Yan stared at her for a few seconds, which made Cheng Kou feel guilty and she avoided his sight. No one spoke for a while, and just when Cheng Kou thought Su Yan was about to expose her little trick, a sigh mixed with laughter came from above her head.
The porridge was gently placed on the bedside table, and Su Yan supported Cheng Kou's back and helped her sit up. Cheng Kou leaned on him, resting her head on his shoulder, and adjusted her position for comfort.
Su Yan tilted his head to look at the head on his shoulder. As if he felt his gaze, Cheng Kou rubbed against him a few times like a small animal and pouted.
His girlfriend became unusually clingy after she fell ill, which really made him feel helpless.
Su Yan raised his hand to smooth her bangs, revealing his delicate eyebrows, and leaned over to touch his forehead with hers.
Their lips were so close that Cheng Kou's breathing became unstable. However, Su Yan was very calm, staring at her with his obsidian eyes without blinking.
Cheng Kou lowered his gaze and watched him open his thin lips and utter a word.
Cheng Kou was already in a daze, and was further tempted by his handsome face which was too close to her. It took her a long time to think about what he had just said.
"Cheng Kou, if you keep acting pitiful, I'll kiss you."
Cheng Kou suddenly widened his eyes, looked at him in disbelief, and took a distance away.
Su Yan leaned over to help her adjust the height of the pillow, then patted the pillow as if he was treating a child, motioning for her to lean on it.
Su Yan helped her pull up the quilt, then picked up the bowl of pumpkin porridge that was no longer steaming, scooped some with a spoon, and brought it to her mouth.
Cheng Kou ate it obediently. Seeing her dazed expression, Su Yan asked in confusion, "It's still hot?" After that, he scooped half a spoonful and ate it naturally.
The porridge was at just the right temperature, warm and sticky, the rice grains were cooked till soft and melted in the mouth, and the sweet orange-yellow pumpkin further increased the appetite.
Cheng Kou was fed and ate a whole bowl of soup. He sniffed and felt a little more energetic.
Su Yan put the bowl in the kitchen sink, then walked back and sat down next to Cheng Kou. Since a while ago, Cheng Kou's vague gaze had been drifting towards his lips. He was not a fool, so he could feel it. He smiled secretly in his heart, unable to tell whether the feeling was sweet or helpless.
Cheng Kou's hair fell down again, covering half of her eyes. Su Yan leaned over, put his hands on the quilt, supported Cheng Kou on both sides of her body, and trapped her between him and the pillow.
Cheng Kou shrank back cautiously, but was blocked by the soft pillow.
"What are you doing..." Cheng Kou swallowed nervously, her voice soft, as if she was acting coquettishly.
Su Yan raised his eyebrows and moved closer: "I thought I made it very clear just now."
"say what-"
Before he could finish his words, his lips were pecked lightly. Cheng Kou opened his mouth and was pecked again.
"It's contagious..." Cheng Kou said softly, obviously not having much confidence.
That’s right, we’ve all shared the same spoon, so why be so pretentious
Cheng Kou raised her eyes and met Su Yan's smiling eyes. She watched him slowly approach and said something lightly.
“That’s how it’s contagious.”
Then her lips were blocked, unlike the previous light kiss, Su Yan held her cheek and deepened the kiss. Perhaps considering that she was still sick, he was not too impatient, but took his time to occupy every inch of the place he wanted.
The night was very quiet. In the huge bedroom there were only blushing and heartbeating sounds, and the only person who made each other's hearts beat.
Cheng Kou opened his eyes and looked at his long feather-like eyelashes. The light and shadow cast thick shadows on his jade-like skin.
"Well, concentrate..." Su Yan sensed that she was not fully committed, so he moved away a little, muttered something, and covered her again.
After the kiss, Cheng Kou could only breathe in his arms. This time, she could wrap her arms around his waist openly and put all her weight on him.
When lovers lean against each other and talk about anything, it sounds so sweet, but there are always things that spoil the mood.
Cheng Kou sniffed and felt uncomfortable. The next second, she sneezed loudly.
Su Yan handed her a tissue: "..."
Cheng Kou was so sleepy that her eyelids were fighting. Before falling asleep, she grabbed his fingertips and asked anxiously, "You're not angry anymore?"
You have to be in the right mood to be angry.
Su Yan held her hand with his backhand and comforted her gently: "Well, don't be angry anymore, go to sleep."
Cheng Kou had not returned yet, so Xia Linchen called her. Unexpectedly, the person who answered the phone was Su Yan. He was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at the wall clock. The time shown on it was already very late.
Su Yan glanced at the person sleeping soundly on the bed and said, "She will sleep at my place tonight and won't go back."
After Xia Linchen hung up the phone, he still laughed to himself, "Mr. Su, are you abusing the dog? Abusing the dog? Or abusing the dog?"
After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, Su Yan walked back to the bed while drying his hair. When he saw the scene on the bed, he couldn't help but find it funny.
The quilt was opened wide, and Cheng Kou was breathing shallowly, still sleeping soundly, not noticing anything at all.
Su Yan covered her with the quilt again. He was not sleepy at all. He stood by the bed and looked at her sleeping face for a while. Then he thought about it and lay down on the quilt, holding her and the quilt in his arms.
I guess he won’t kick the quilt now.