Help, I've become a paper man

The night was quiet and the moonlight was just right. Song Yi let go of Yan Changyue, took a half step back, held Yan Changyue's hand, and interlocked their fingers again. This time he took the initiative.

Yan Changyue still cooperated, but after a few seconds, Song Yi let go of his hand again. As soon as he showed a questioning look, Song Yi had already started to act and did what he had thought of before - pulling off his gloves.

He chuckled softly, neither resisting nor objecting. Yan Changyue looked at Song Yi in the dark night, relying on the human eyes and the faint light, and never moved his eyes away.

But soon he changed his mind. Song Yi did as he wished. When he held his hand again, there was no obstruction of cloth, but Song Yi still held the pair of gloves in his other hand.

The cat looked around and confirmed that there was nowhere to put them, so he turned his wrist and stuffed them into his pocket without much care, so that half of them were exposed and hung by his hips, which made Yan Changyue sigh.

"What's wrong?" Song Yi asked.

Yan Changyue suggested sincerely: "If you really can't find a place to put it, I don't mind if you just throw it away."

The gentle tone, the coaxing gesture, the familiar aura, it was still Yan Changyue. However, at this moment, Yan Zhichun's face popped up in Song Yi's mind for no reason. The boy was smiling and saying, "A warehouse of materials for resurrection..."

Song Yi was startled, and without paying attention to the suggestion, he asked directly: "Excuse me, have you really prepared a warehouse of resurrection materials for me?"

Yan Changyue nodded and said, "Yes, it's better to be prepared. Besides... this is also to stock up on supplies in advance. It's not that I don't trust you. If you don't use them, the price will go up when you sell them later."

The topic naturally turned to this point. Song Yi knew nothing about prices, so he had to nod in cooperation. But unlike the past, he made some progress this time.

Song Yi suddenly realized, clapped his hands on his waist, threw the gloves directly into the space, and said with a smile:

"Boss Yan, it's shameful to be extravagant. How can there be no place to put it? My space is always ready. In addition, there is one more thing."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and stretched it towards Yan Changyue, with his palm facing upward. The next moment, a card appeared on it, which was Yan Changyue's card.

Song Yi continued, "Here, this is for you. I'll also let you see what 'return money' means. While you were busy, I also went out to earn money."

He spoke lightly, but Yan Changyue paused, and when he spoke again, he asked hesitantly:

"Is there not enough money?"

"No."

"Are you too bored at home?"

"Not at all."

"That means getting along with the housekeeper is... not very pleasant?"

Song Yi laughed out loud. During this question and answer period, he looked at Yan Changyue and tried to hold back his laughter. Finally, he couldn't help laughing out loud as the speculations became more and more outrageous.

He said: "No, it's nothing. It's just what I wanted to give you. It's just a tiny part compared to what you gave me."

The two of them held their fingers tightly together, and he could feel Yan Changyue's fingers moving. Even though the amplitude was not large, it was clear enough at this moment, as if she was nervous, and as if she was trying to pull away.

But in the end, Yan Changyue tightened her fingers and held him back quite hard.

"Are you scared, Boss Yan?" Song Yi asked with a smile in his voice.

Yan Changyue also laughed and said in a relaxed tone: "Yes, I was shocked. I thought I owed you something without realizing it, but you endured it and didn't protest."

Song Yi laughed even louder, he didn't expect that his financial sponsor would think like this, whether it was at the beginning, when he treated him as a child, or later, when the two of them were ambiguous, or after they fell in love, Yan Changyue was always in a situation of being "too generous".

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Song Yi said: "No, I just want you to see that it's not a big reward."

As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand forward, but in the middle of the action, his movement suddenly paused and past memories popped up again.

So, he turned his wrist, temporarily changed direction, and stuffed the card into Yan Changyue's trouser pocket. Before pulling his hand away, his fingertips rubbed against the other's belt, and when he paused for a moment, he missed the opportunity.

Yan Changyue responded promptly, her slightly cool fingertips fell on his wrist, and her fingertips rubbed across his skin. Song Yi shuddered and froze in place, and the courage he had just had quickly dissipated.

The night grew darker, and the two were still standing in the same place, but unknowingly, the distance between them was shortened again. One of their hands was clasped, and the other hand rested on Yan Changyue's waist.

The ambiguous atmosphere became stronger. Song Yi listened to each other's breathing. After swallowing, he did not relax, but his heartbeat became faster, as if...

"Snapped."

The lights in the hall suddenly lit up, and the darkness was immediately dispelled. In the brightness, Song Yi froze in place, slowly turned his head and looked towards the stairs.

The housekeeper stood there, putting down his hand that was turning on the light, looking back in their direction, and asked slowly:

"Master Patriarch, you are not sleeping so late at night. Do you have any special plans? Or is there something that must be done in a public place?"

These words were spoken in a special way. Even though the tone was calm, the hint of meaning could not be dissipated for a while. This was a question between teasing and criticism.

Song Yi pulled back his left hand in embarrassment, but held his right hand tighter. He turned to face the butler, and said stumblingly like a student caught by a teacher:

"Good evening, uncle. Haha, you're still awake?"

The housekeeper said, "He was asleep."

Song Yi smiled awkwardly again, his brain working rapidly, trying to find a suitable reason.

Yan Changyue stepped forward at this time, stood in front of Song Yi, and said with a smile: "Sorry, we just came back late, we don't have any other needs, and we are just about to go back to the room. Don't worry, you can continue to rest too?"

The housekeeper shook his head, feeling rather disappointed, but he only said, "Don't worry, you know your limits and won't do anything here. I'll go back first. Good night."

As soon as the words fell, Song Yi's face was dazed. When he tried to understand what the other party said, the housekeeper had already turned off the lights and left, and the scene in front of him fell into darkness again.

Time seemed to stand still here, the air was quiet for a few seconds, they slowly turned their heads and looked at each other in the night, the ambiguous atmosphere dissipated, the awkwardness also disappeared, there was an indescribable atmosphere quietly permeating between the two of them.

The two of them laughed, and it was hard to tell who started it, but it ended with Yan Changyue, who took the initiative to suggest, "Go back to the room first."

They walked hand in hand in the darkness, relying on Song Yi's night vision, and walked up the stairs slowly, unconsciously lightening their steps.

A few minutes later, they stopped in front of the door. Before Yan Changyue said goodbye, Song Yi opened the door and turned on the light in the room.

The light spilled out, lengthening Song Yi's shadow and casting it on the floor of the corridor. It also fell on Yan Changyue's face, making those blue eyes clearer.

Song Yi said: "I want to talk to you about the 'dividing the cake' issue. I have discussed it with my brother before, and I would like to know your opinion."

"Yan Changyue, don't lie to me."

"They used the death of a boy to tell me a story."

Song Yi said this and sighed. It had been a short time, but he had calmed down.