Help, I've become a paper man

Office, no one.

The restaurant was empty.

Living room, no one...

Song Yi walked around the house and finally stopped in front of Yan Changyue's bedroom. He hesitated for a few seconds, and just as his fingers touched the door panel, the door moved inward, and Yan Changyue's room was open to him. There was no light on in the room. They walked around, and Song Yi accompanied Xu Jing to wait for the parents for a while. Unknowingly, a lot of time was wasted. It was almost dusk and the light in the room was a little dim.

He leaned over to look, and in the area he could see, the decoration was the same as the overall style, but the interior structure looked more and more familiar. Song Yi couldn't help but take two steps closer. After entering the room, he could see a wider range, and he suddenly understood.

Yan Changyue's room is extremely similar to his. The interior layout is not much different, with only the items such as tea cups being different, and there are a few more paper documents, which highlight the differences. But overall, it would be strange if it didn't look familiar.

It just... felt weird, especially since the owner of this place hadn't shown up yet. For a moment, he couldn't confirm whether he had been allowed to enter, but at the same time, no one came to stop him.

No, he's already in...

Song Yi looked down at his feet. He had stepped over the threshold without paying attention just now. Now it was behind his heels, like an unnecessary boundary line, announcing Song Yi's location. But since he had already entered the room, he was also conflicted. He just stayed in the motion of observation for a few more seconds before raising his head again and walking into the room.

Song Yi looked righteous, but in fact, he subconsciously stepped lightly on the smooth floor. As a result, Song Yi's tall appearance did not show his strength at this moment, but instead he looked tiptoeing, like a child sneaking into his parents' room.

But he is already an adult. Song Yi reminded himself in his heart, and then crossed out the sentence. After all, some things are understandable for children to do, but it would be abnormal if adults were to do them.

Whether it was infiltration or... it was all too perverted behavior.

Song Yi was muttering to himself, and before he knew it, he had walked half a circle and arrived at Yan Changyue's bedroom. He had just recovered from a serious illness and went out to fight. He had just returned victorious and had gone through a lot of trouble. He was a little tired now. The reason why he realized that this was Yan Changyue's bedroom was that he got more and more used to it as he walked, and even gradually became dazed, almost thinking this place was his own room. Fortunately, at the last second, he woke up and did not really lie down.

Fortunately, he didn't become more perverted. Song Yi patted his chest and turned to leave. He didn't see Yan Changyue yet. It was estimated that this person was not in the room, or didn't want to see him, otherwise he would have come out long ago.

The idea was right, and the action was correct, but while he was doing it, he noticed something strange on the bedside table and stopped. There was a photo frame on it, upside down. The strange thing was that he had just felt dizzy, and he couldn't confirm whether it was originally placed like this, or if he bumped into something and knocked it over. If it was the latter, it would be terrible.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and was about to pick up the photo frame when he suddenly felt a faint airflow, followed by a sound beside him.

Yan Changyue asked: "Did you find anything of interest?"

Song Yi's body trembled suddenly, and he stood at attention instantly. Two seconds later, he turned around stiffly, tried to raise the corners of his lips, and said, "Haha, long time no see, I was looking for you just now."

Yan Changyue walked closer and stretched out her hand to Song Yi, but before he could get nervous, the hand passed by him and took the photo frame.

"Are you curious about it?" Yan Changyue asked, fiddling with the photo frame in her hand. Without giving Song Yi a chance to deny, the photo frame had been turned around and the photo was facing him.

Yan Changyue continued, "My brother, you have seen his stardust."

Song Yi subconsciously said, "Cook."

Then he saw the photo, or it would be more accurate to describe it as "that piece". This was not a complete photo, but a remaining corner, as if it had been torn from a group photo. There were remaining traces on the edge, indicating that there were other people around, but in the photo frame today, only the smiling face of a young boy was left.

This person's appearance is similar to Yan Changyue, with softer features. It is not known whether he has not yet grown out of his childishness or is born with baby fat. With his curved eyebrows and exposed little canine teeth, even though the photo is a little faded, it does not reduce the liveliness of the young man at all.

She is a different type from Yan Changyue. If he hadn't told her in advance, Song Yi would not have guessed their relationship at the first time.

A few seconds later, Yan Changyue's voice sounded again, still in a gentle tone, saying: "Yes, An Xiaochun."

Song Yi nodded and responded "yes", and didn't feel it was awkward to call out the position. After all, someone who only knew how to make fitness meals could not be considered a chef. But if he was a relative of someone, then it would be reasonable.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" Yan Changyue asked, and took another half step forward and put the photo frame back to its original place. Song Yi was about to turn around to see the placement of the photo frame.

Yan Changyue suddenly said: "Xu Yueran is right about one thing. I do have some plans for you."

This time Yan Changyue didn't use her ability, and Song Yi was also controlled in place. He looked at Yan Changyue. No one deliberately got close to each other. They just stood together, with their shoulders a fist away from each other. He lowered his head and could see Yan Changyue's drooping eyelashes, which made it even more ambiguous.

Song Yi opened his lips, but no sound came out for a moment. Instead, he heard Yan Changyue's voice, slowly speaking the rest of the words.

"You met all my expectations."

"You..." Song Yi's voice left the tip of his tongue, and his tone was a little unclear. He felt a little dry in his mouth. He turned his head and looked away, and fell on the wardrobe before he could continue: "I feel like you are changing the subject, but it doesn't matter. Are you unhappy?"

Yan Changyue was stunned for a moment, then she smiled and stretched out her hand, placing her palm in front of the two of them to show Song Yi the bandages on her fingers. He often saw these hands wrapped in cloth, some silk and some leather, but this was the first time.

"Yeah, I haven't been hurt for a long time." Yan Changyue paused as he spoke. After attracting Song Yi's attention, he continued with a smile: "So... I need some comfort."

Song Yi did not ask for comfort, nor did he have time to speak again. He saw Yan Changyue spread her arms and looked at him at the same time. Maybe she had never left her sight and had been ignoring him since just now. He stared into Yan Changyue's eyes, and her pupil color returned to its original blue. In this situation, she seemed overly well-behaved.

He has been completely controlled. Song Yi thought, stretched out his hands to hug Yan Changyue, and lowered his voice unconsciously, and said softly:

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for wanting to interfere with other people's fates and causing you to be bullied as well... you're a bunch of lunatics."

"I'm breaking off relations with both of them!"