Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

When Song Zui woke up in the morning, his hands and feet were cold, and when he looked up, he saw the quilt slipped along the edge of the bed and fell to the floor, and he sneezed as expected.

He slept on the bed and thought that he would get rid of the bad habit of kicking the quilt, and no one would press the quilt for him at night.

It takes 21 days to form a habit, and 21 days to get rid of a habit, so as long as it takes 21 days, it will be fine.

Although he knew that He Shanting's temperament would not come, he got up and asked a locksmith to change the lock. Not only that, he went to school at six o'clock in the morning and left the school at the north gate at twelve o'clock in the evening.

When leaving school, Song Zui ran into Feng Siwen who had just left the stall, and he stopped to help clean up: "How is business today?"

Song Zui was not born to do business, and he was impatient to deal with customers, so he couldn't help much in business. Fortunately, Feng Siwen was sweet and thoughtful.

"It's much better than yesterday." Feng Siwen's tone revealed joy, "A girl from the school in the morning posted on Moments, and many girls came in the afternoon to buy cupcakes, so I begged that it was two yuan cheaper to post on Moments. I was afraid of losing money Yes, as a result, a lot of people came to the self-study next night."

If you want to say which college has the most girls in the school, the school with both yin and yang is at the top. If you win the school, you can say that you will win half of the dessert world in Shanghai University.

Of course, there is only one small stall in the dessert world of Shanghai University.

Song Zui saw energy in Feng Siwen's eyes, he was no longer around Sun Yu in the past, no one would be addicted forever if he left, he paused for a moment and said in a low voice: "Come on."

"Isn't it a cold from your voice?" Feng Siwen asked concerned, "I'll go to the pharmacy and buy you some medicine."

"It's good to sleep."

Song Zui didn't take small matters like catching a cold to heart, and walked home after helping Feng Siwen clean up the stall. Feng Siwen hurried up and stuffed a cupcake: "I specially left it for you."

Afraid that the boy would not accept him, he immediately walked back to the booth. At this moment, he saw a car parked beside the booth silently driving away. The car was a low-key Lincoln ordinary model, and there were eight if not ten on the street. He rubbed his eyes in surprise.

Because the person in the car window seems to be He Shanting.

Zhuangyuan Road is full of sycamore trees, and when the south wind blows, the road is covered with golden sycamore leaves, like migratory birds coming to the empty woodland when they hear the wind.

Song Zui's eyesight was not very good at night, and he had to squint to see the way ahead. He carried the cake and stepped on the stone slab made of soft sycamore leaves, taking every step very slowly.

Unknowingly, there were more cars behind him. The headlights penetrated the thick darkness, and the bright lights illuminated the way he was walking, as if silently gentle.

Taking advantage of the light, Song Zui quickened his pace and returned to the house. He put the cupcake Feng Siwen gave him in the refrigerator, fed Song Tiantian supper, and then continued to write the unfinished proof in the library.

Probably due to too much mental exhaustion, he put down his pen and felt a little lack of oxygen in his head. The cold seemed to be getting worse, and he had no strength.

Even Song Tiantian was exhausted. After searching for two days, he probably knew that the big blue-eyed cat would not come back, and his favorite cloth sofa would not lie down.

He touched the kitten's chubby belly and said earnestly: "Do you know that person wants to send you to work in a cat cafe? Don't think about him."

He didn't know whether he was talking to Song Tiantian or to himself.

Song Zui went to bed with a dazed mind after masturbating the cat, regretting that he hadn't listened to Feng Siwen's advice to buy medicine. He realized that his body hadn't been as good since he came out of the boxing ring.

If Ah Ting is here, regardless of whether he likes it or not, he will hold him tenderly but forcefully and feed him medicine. He can completely trust each other, and getting sick is not a difficult thing.

But no one will feed the medicine.

Song Zui pursed his lips lightly, forced himself to open the delivery app to place an order for cold medicine, and closed his eyes to rest on the bed after ordering.

The boy thought he would wake up soon, but when he was sound asleep, he heard the knock on the door and just turned over. A large quilt slid to the edge of the bed, and the kitten meowed anxiously and went downstairs.

In the dimness, Song Zui felt the sound of steady footsteps, the footsteps were getting closer and closer to him, and at some point the bedroom door opened.

Someone opened the door and sat beside him, put the paper bag containing the medicine beside the bed, smelled the familiar water fragrance from the other's sleeve, and frowned because of discomfort, he subconsciously called in his dream: "A Ting."

A man's voice with unknown emotions came from his ear.

"I'm here."

Due to the cold, his mind was so confused, he didn't realize his coquettishness and called out again: "A Ting."

The other party still bit his ear softly.

"I'm here."

When Song Zui was about to call out again, the other party kissed him, covering him on the repeater with warm lips, and skillfully outlined the shape of the tip of his tongue.

Instinctively, he leaned against the man's arms, and was vaguely fed with bitter medicine. He was about to push him away, but a soft kiss followed, sweeping away the remaining bitterness in his mouth.

It was an extraordinarily warm kiss, like a pale sun in the dark world, like a pale sun in his world.

The next day Song Zui woke up and was alone in the house, and the medicine beside the bed was gone. It turned out to be a dream that he had, and the dream was so real that he was a little dazed, how could he dream of that person.

He searched the Internet for why people dream, and the answers were all about thinking day by day and dreaming at night.

Song Zui was dissatisfied and turned to the last page. He was satisfied when he saw that Meng was processing waste with his brain and turned off his phone. He would definitely not miss He Shanting.

I don't know if he had a good night's sleep yesterday. He felt that his cold was almost cured. He should be fine by drinking more hot water. It's a pity that he ordered the medicine yesterday.

Song Zui was about to pick up the cup to fetch water from the water dispenser, but found that the water in the thermos cup was hot. Did he fetch hot water yesterday?

Maybe he forgot.

Song Zui Gulong raised his head to drink the water, the water at a suitable temperature eliminated the last trace of weakness in his body, and put this doubt behind him.

But after that, strange things would always happen in the house, such as waking up every day with hot water, no expired food in the refrigerator, and his quilt was always well covered at night, even Song Tiantian was no longer weak.

Song Zui told Feng Siwen about this, and Feng Siwen asked with cream, "Did your boyfriend do it?"

He is full of curiosity about Song Zuisu's unmasked boyfriend, he is good-looking, considerate and gentle, although his family is poor, he is not much better than Xu Ning?

The boy shook his head without hesitation.

"We're in a breakup cooling-off period."

There was surprise in Feng Siwen's eyes, they had already separated, no wonder Song Zui stayed at school these two days, Feng Siwen was about to comfort him when he suddenly thought of something.

"I remembered that there was a ghost novel like this! At first, the protagonist found that something was inexplicably extra in the house, and then he couldn't move under the quilt in the middle of the night, and then he heard strange noises outside the door, and finally a ghost that sucked people's energy came to the door , your house is not haunted, is it?"

"will not."

Song Zui, who was born in physics, naturally couldn't be feudal and superstitious. He pushed away Feng Siwen's timid hand that was on his arm, but he failed to push away the pile of cakes that Feng Siwen comforted him.

In the evening, he borrowed a magnifying glass from the laboratory and went home. He walked alone on the road with the bright lights of the car behind him. He gradually became familiar with this Lincoln.

When he got home, Song Zuizai checked the doors and windows carefully. There was no sign of prying on the door, and every window was intact. Could it be that he was too sensitive?

Song Zui delayed going to bed an hour because of checking the doors and windows, and Zhuangyuan Road at midnight was extremely quiet. He lay on the soft bed and closed his eyes, when he suddenly heard a crackling sound from the yard.

Obviously not normal movement!

Song Zui's closed eyes immediately opened, and Feng Siwen's words in the afternoon could not help but come to mind, could there really be a ghost who sucked people's energy?

The boy in the quilt shrank his body imperceptibly, but out of the pride of a physics student, he held a physics book on his chest in one hand, and walked downstairs lightly with a stick in the other.

When he saw Song Tiantian in the yard, he was relieved. It turned out that the cat had run wild in the middle of the night and knocked the chair away. Song Tiantian who knocked the chair into the air squatted quietly at the gate of the yard.

Song Zui lowered his eyes as he stared at the courtyard gate in the distance, wondering why Song Tiantian insisted on waiting by the gate, He Shanting never came again, what a silly cat.

When he was about to go back to his room to sleep, he heard a light knock on the door. Who would knock on the door in the middle of the night?The boy's relaxed body tensed up, and he hid behind the door and clenched the stick in his hand.

Unexpectedly, He Shanting's low tone was caught off guard outside the courtyard, and it was especially clear in the silent air.

"Open the door."

Song Zui's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know what he was doing at this hour. If Song Tiantian hadn't woken him up, he would have gone to bed early, but even if he heard it, he wouldn't have opened the door. It was impossible for He Shanting and the dog to step in. .

In the next second, Song Tiantian seemed to hear a signal and jumped onto the doorknob. The whole cat dangled on the doorknob, and pressed the door open with his own weight of eight catties. One big and one small cooperated skillfully—

Obviously not once or twice.