[Zhongyingmei] I don't want to save you today

Iris didn't react too much, she gave a soft "hey" and asked, "Didn't you say you came to choose a bed?"

Kuaiyin pretended to be surprised and asked back: "Is there any extra room in your house for a bed?"

"It seems... is it not?"

Iris's voice gradually weakened, and she added with some guilt: "Actually, the study room can also..."

Kuaiyin lifted the hand that was on her shoulder, rubbed her head casually, and interrupted her: "Actually, the sofa doesn't matter, it's not like I haven't slept on it before."

Iris didn't know whether to refute his unclear sentence first, or to slap his hand away.

But just as he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly felt that he had been too sensitive recently, so he couldn't help but calm down.

Kuaiyin turned his head to look at her and pursed his lips.

Just after Iris was a little annoyed to find that the atmosphere had cooled down again, they finally came to the second floor.

One independent small room after another is separated by a wall. Although the styles are different, they are generally warm and refined.

There is no daylight now, but under the faint moonlight, Iris can still clearly see those complicated or simple decorations.

She squinted her eyes, trying to distinguish the colors of those items, and sighed: "Sure enough, every time I come to IKEA, I want to..."

She stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, and she turned her head to look at Kuaiyin, seeing that he was still listening to the second half of her sentence carefully, she couldn't help but smiled.

Kuaiyin was dissatisfied: "What do you mean by stopping in the middle of your speech—"

Iris interrupted him unhurriedly: "Are you still looking at the sofa?"

He paused for a moment, and Iris felt dazed, and Kuaiyin stood beside her again.

It might sound strange to say that, since he didn't seem to be moving much, but—

She turned her head to look at the triumphant Kuaiyin and raised her eyebrows.

He looked like he had finally regained his strength, and his white teeth were particularly eye-catching in the dark night.

Iris asked disdainfully, "How old are you, kid?"

Kuaiyin was busy tasting the fruits of victory and didn't answer her.

She added: "People like you can't appreciate the joy of shopping—it's gone in a blink of an eye."

Kuaiyin put away his smile and said seriously: "It's okay, the main thing is you go shopping."

Iris gave a soft "tsk", without any emotion in her tone: "You are quite good at talking."

Kuaiyin bared his teeth: "Is this the first day you met me?"

Just fighting all the way, almost no one remembered the embarrassing atmosphere just now.

Iris ignored Kuaiyin's hand on her shoulder. She raised her left hand and put down her hair. When she touched his hand, she lowered it slowly, brushing his bare arm little by little.

Kuaiyin froze his hands, trying not to turn his head to look at her, but from the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of the corner of her mouth secretly raised.

Forget it, she'll be happy.

In fact, there is nothing to see. Kuaiyin didn't pull Iris out because he didn't want to sleep on the sofa.

He curled his lips and looked at Iris, who was gradually waking up and getting more and more excited, but didn't say anything.He just turned his head to look at the slightly bright sky, and gently tugged Iris' hand.

Iris froze for a moment, then nodded reluctantly.

After taking two steps forward, she suddenly thought: "Actually, we can go shopping for another day."

Seeing that Kuaiyin was still thinking, she said temptingly, "Ikea's pasta and Swedish beef balls are super delicious."

Kuaiyin didn't seem moved, he said, "But I thought you were going to cook—"

Iris was indifferent: "I only know how to make omelet rice. I didn't want to go out a few days ago and had to cook by myself, but I really don't want to eat that thing today, do you want to?"

Kuaiyin still didn't want to let go of the time alone, he tried to persuade: "I can cook."

"Do you know?"

Iris looked at him suspiciously, but she didn't insist on staying at IKEA after all.

Kuaiyin stopped, seeing Iris also stopped, and raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

And while he was hugging Iris, he finally added slowly: "Also, you don't necessarily rush to buy a sofa today, right?"

Iris huddled in his arms, rolled her eyes in disdain, and did not refute.

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I don't know who was the one who was in a hurry to choose a bed at three o'clock in the middle of the night.

The author has something to say: I really want to fall in love every time I go to IKEA