Yan Zhuo also realized this and felt that he was making trouble unreasonably. In any case, they were not in love yet. At best, it was a one-night stand. What qualification did he have for Song Yan to keep him.

Yan Zhuo felt uncomfortable and insisted on pretending to be okay. He said, "Can you let me stay overnight? I'll leave tomorrow morning." When you get to the place to eat, take care of me a few more meals today."

Chapter 37 The Guest

Song Yan didn't say yes or no, he poured two glasses of boiling water and said to Yan Zhuo, "Come here and bring some water."

Yan Zhuo made an "oh" and walked over to him. Song Yan said, "You can stay, but only the study and sofa."

"Ah?" Yan Zhuo was surprised, Song Yan's family obviously belonged to the third room.

Song Yan also realized this and said, "You can't live in that room."

Yan Zhuo joked: "What? There are diamonds on the floor?"

Song Yan took a sip of water and was too lazy to explain so much. His voice was cold and cool: "A little self-consciousness as a guest, don't ask so much."

"..."

In the evening, Yan Zhuo went to the nearby supermarket to buy some random food, and made a barely edible dinner for Song Yan.

As soon as Song Yan took a bite of the white radish, he unceremoniously complained, "Are you adding salt according to the amount of the spoon? It's so salty."

"Ah..." Yan Zhuo took a bite, "No... I feel just right."

Song Yan said, "Do you have a thick tongue?" The mockery on his face was obvious.

Yan Zhuo was a little guilty. The people in their hometown like spicy food and like to eat food with strong taste. He just added the seasoning according to his own amount, Song Yan might not be used to it.

He stood up: "Wait, I'll cook something for you."

"Forget it, don't bother." Song Yan put down his chopsticks, got up and left his seat, "Eat yourselves slowly."

Yan Zhuo tasted like chewing wax after finishing the meal, secretly regretting every bite of the white radish.

Why is he so stupid, he has taken care of Song Yan for so long, does he not know Song Yan's taste? What should Song Yan do when she is hungry?

Wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Yan Zhuo carefully cooked him a bowl of light noodles according to Song Yan's taste.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

Yan Zhuo knocked on the door: "Song Yan, come out to eat, I'll give you a bowl of noodles."

After a while, Song Yan opened the door and went straight to the dining table to sit down. Yan Zhuo followed behind him and sighed. Sometimes he would feel very tired and offered Song Yan as an offering to his ancestors, but what could he do? , can only be happy.

Song Yan was eating very slowly, Yan Zhuo sat with his head propped up and watched him eat. His lips that were soaked in the soup were red and moist, making people want to eat.

Yan Zhuo swallowed helplessly.

After all, the presence of angels is easy to make people think about it.

After eating the noodles, Song Yan washed the dishes by himself, not letting Yan Zhuo do it for him. After washing the dishes, he took out a brand new quilt from the bedroom and put it on the sofa.

Yan Zhuo was helpless, leaning on the back of the sofa in a daze.

Why does he feel that he is disliked by his master because he depends on other people's house not to leave.

Song Yan didn't know the twists and turns in his mind, and said, "There are toiletries in the bathroom. If you feel uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa, you can go to the study. There is a small bed in the study."

"It's okay." Yan Zhuo thought, even if he slept uncomfortable, he wouldn't say it.

After dealing with Yan Zhuo and Song Yan, he went back to the room. Yan Zhuo sat alone in the living room, feeling empty in his heart.

The wall clock rang just then. Yan Zhuo glanced. At this point, twenty-four hours ago, he and Song Yan were lying on the same bed.

Now... now they are separated by a wall, but they seem to be thousands of miles apart, and Song Yan doesn't give him the slightest chance to enter his heart.

Even if they are already that, they are really cold-blooded and ruthless.

Yan Zhuo was lying on the sofa, thinking about it like that, and fell asleep unconsciously.

In the middle of the night, Yan Zhuo was suffocated by the urine, and went to the toilet in a daze, and came back to find that Song Yan's room was open, and the moonlight was pouring out.

He half-squinted his eyes and glanced into the crack of the door, his eyes gradually becoming clearer. Song Yan hadn't slept yet, the bright moonlight shone on his face, his face was frosty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He peeked outside for a while, couldn't help but knocked on the door and walked in and asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Song Yan was not curious about why he came in, and frowned, "I can't sleep."

Yan Zhuo asked, "Are you losing sleep again?"

Song Yan did not deny it.

Yan Zhuo sighed. It was fine yesterday, but today can't sleep.

Does insomnia also have stages?

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "Why don't you go to the doctor?"

Song Yan's expression suddenly stiffened. He went to see him. The psychiatrist said that his sleep disorder was caused by not being able to distinguish between night and day when he was just blind.

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the treatment. But he rejects it, because he knows that it is not only for this reason, but also deeper. Whenever he is silent in the middle of the night, he will recall a certain moment of the car accident over and over again, and even before he can react, he will lose it. Best friends and eyes.

In the middle of the night, these would appear frequently, in every corner of his mind, and then... before dawn, dissipate.

Only then can he barely fall asleep.

Except for the occasional, occasional few times when he could fall asleep at night, there was Yan Zhuo next to him.

It was two days in the hot spring, and it was yesterday.

Yan Zhuo couldn't understand the turbulent waves under Song Yan's flat expression. He leaned closer to him and said, "Do you want me to chat with you for a while?"

"Need not."

Yan Zhuo nodded, and suddenly climbed onto the bed and lay next to Song Yan. He gently hugged Song Yan and said, "Then do you want me to sing you a lullaby?"

Song Yan tilted her head, and the two were so close that their breaths were entangled: "What nonsense are you talking about."