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The next day, when Shen Shiyin relied on the biological clock to open his eyes, he was still resting in Yan Zhao's arms.

The two fell asleep hugging each other last night. In the middle of the night, she was too hot, and Yan Zhao refused to let go. She simply turned on the air conditioner, tuck the gap behind her tightly with a quilt, and fell asleep in the sound of each other's peaceful breathing.

She closed her eyes slightly, remembering that today is Saturday, she doesn't have to go to work, and she is going to sleep again with her eyelids down, but she suddenly wakes up when she realizes the sound of breathing on top of her head.

Yan Zhao hadn't woken up yet, his black hair was messy, the bridge of his nose was tall, and his eyelashes hung densely. The color of the thin lips is light, as if they will only become warm when they kiss her.

Shen Shiyin's forehead was on his chin, and at a very close range, he raised his eyes and looked at him silently.

In the weather in late spring, the cold air conditioner continued to blow, and it was a little cold. She wanted to turn it off and get up by the way, but she didn't expect to wake him up accidentally. Yan Zhao frowned slightly, without opening her eyes, pulled her back and hugged her, pressed her cheeks to the side of her neck, her breath poured up, and her voice was a low voice that she hadn't woken up: “...sleep a little longer." ”

He hugged her tightly, pressing her to keep her from moving, his breath scratching his skin, densely.

So she slept back in the cage until noon.

When he woke up again, there was no one around him. After Shen Ciyin had finished washing and walked out of the bedroom, Yan Zhaogang hung up a work call, turned around and asked her, “What do you want to eat?" Take out, or go out to eat? ”

“...just get something to eat at home. ”

Yan Zhao raised his eyebrows and did not speak.

The two walked to the kitchen, he held her arms and watched her open the refrigerator, and found that there was nothing but beer and drinks. When they opened the cupboard, there was only a bag of biscuits in it, which was out of date.

The stove is brand new and doesn't seem to have been used much.

Shen Shiyin threw the biscuits into the trash can, turned around and asked, “Don't you usually cook?" Don't ask anyone to do it? ”

Yan Zhao leaned against the table and naturally said, "No. ”

She closed the cabinet door and was a little puzzled: "Then what did you eat when you were studying abroad? Keep going out to eat? ”

Her not-so-good cooking skills were abruptly practiced in the first half of the exchange.

Yan Zhao smiled: “Do you care about me? ”

His unorthodox energy floated up as always, and Shen Ciyin knew that he couldn't pay attention to him at this time, so he turned to leave, was caught back by his waist, leaned against the cooking table, and joked: “Blushing? ”

When Shen Shiyin heard the words, he touched his cheek with the back of his hand. He didn't feel the obvious enthusiasm. He raised his head and bumped into Yan Zhao's smiling eyes, only to find that he had been deceived and stretched out his hand to push him: “...You are all bored." ”

The two pushed around and quarreled. He grabbed her finger, looked into her eyes, and asked in a low voice.：

“When you were in New York, you really didn't think about me at all? ”