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It took a great deal of effort for her to lift him off the floor and carry him back to the bedroom.

When she fell on the bed, she was completely relieved.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a large framed photo hanging on the wall.

The girl was wearing a pink sweater and a white skirt. She seemed to be called over by the photographer. She turned her head sideways and pressed down on the frame. She was in high spirits. Her long hair moved in a beautiful arc in the air.

This picture was taken many years ago.

However, she could not remember when she had washed it. He had left it in his bedroom.

She noticed that the bedroom layout was the same as before she left. Even the furniture on the table and the furniture on the bed were the same.

At this moment, she recalled how the entire house had been decorated the moment she entered. It was the same as it had been four years ago.

She pursed her lips and told herself that it was all because he was lazy and didn't want to change.

But why did he live here?

In the year of his wedding, the number of times he stayed at home could be counted on one hand.

And this place was spotless. It was clear that someone had been living here for a long time.

But so what?

She had only come here for the sake of an old acquaintance.

She grew up in Teng Familu, Senior Teng and him did not mistreat her.

He had given her meticulous care and protection both in her childhood and in her youth. Apart from the fact that he did not love her, he had treated her coldly as an adult. He could be considered a qualified young lady.

That's why she didn't leave him on the street.

She helped him off with his shoes, took off his coat, covered him with a quilt, and went out of the room.

He opened the refrigerator and found it empty.

She frowned and looked around. She finally found a bottle of honey in the corner. It looked like it hadn't expired yet.

After a while, she carried the honey water back to her room.

The man in the bed was tugging at his shirt, his brow furrowed.

The matter of changing into pajamas was too intimate. She had no right to do it, nor did she want to do it.

Ignoring his discomfort, he placed the cup on the bedside table and reminded, "Drink some water to sober up."

Those who were still in a daze from the alcohol heard the familiar voice and subconsciously looked towards her.

"Thirsty …"

"If you're thirsty, then drink by yourself."

Still, he looked at her steadily.

Ji An'an didn't like him looking at her like that. She took a step forward, picked up the glass of water, and stuffed it into his hand. "It won't hurt if you drink it."

As if bewitched by her voice, Teng Yiyang held the warm cup in his hand and started to drink slowly.

When he was done, he held the cup down. "An An, I'm very obedient. I've finished drinking."

He was like a big dog that had done something good as he pleaded for praise.

If it was the previous her, she would definitely record his appearance and show it to him when he woke up.

It was a pity that she did not have such a small interest or leisure right now.

She took the cup back and washed it.

However, as soon as she turned around, her wrist was pulled.

What kind of trick was this person trying to pull?

When she turned around, he was staring at her with sparkling eyes. "An An, where are you going?"

"The kitchen." Those who are drunk are all gods, she replied helplessly.

"Oh."

Only then did he reluctantly let go.

Before she closed the door, she saw him looking at her through the crack in the door. She made up her mind and closed the door.

Back in the kitchen, she put the cup in the sink and washed it. The sound of water splashing brought her back to the time she'd moved here five years ago.

It was so big that every piece of furniture, so small, was carefully chosen by her. Little by little, she filled the empty house with the color of happiness.

Unfortunately, he had been overjoyed at the start and ridiculed every lonely night after that.

She took the kettle and filled it with water. She was about to boil another pot of hot water when she turned around and saw a tall figure leaning against the door.

If it wasn't for the alcohol smell coming from his body, she would have screamed out involuntarily.

She snappily turned around and plugged in the power supply. "You're not sleeping, did you come all the way here just to scare people?"

Before she could finish, there was a pair of hands on her waist. He embraced her from behind and bent his head against her shoulder, looking reluctant to part ways with her.

"I have to follow you closely. If you disappear, I won't be able to find you again."

The sounds coming from the kettle were exceptionally clear in this quiet night.

She had her back to him, and she could feel the heat coming from him, and she could hear his hot breath in her ears.

For some reason, his eyes turned red.

Ji An'an, don't be fooled by his appearance.

she said to herself.

Those years that she could not wait for, they would only appear when she did not want them.

There was no longer any room to turn back.

She put her hand on his and gently opened it.

The next day.

The sun shone in through the window, and the man on the bed covered his face with his hands, trying to ward off the heat.

At this moment, the door was slammed open with a "peng peng" sound.0

Teng Yiyang felt a splitting headache coming on as he pulled up his blanket to cover his head. However, he was still unable to block the sound that would disturb one's sweet dreams.

He pushed himself up from the bed, unable to keep his eyes open. He grabbed his hair and muttered a curse. Then he got out of bed and went through the living room to open the door.

Feng Qingyi was just about to knock on the door again when the door suddenly opened. The next thing he saw was the Crown Prince's sinister smell of waking up, as well as the smell of alcohol that had yet to wake up.

He chuckled, "Morning!"

Words came out from his teeth, "If you dare to say that there's nothing wrong, I'll skin you alive right now!"

Feng Qingyi immediately took out a broken phone from his pocket, "Of course I'm busy, didn't I come to give you my phone?"

Mobile phone?

Teng Yiyang looked at the shell that could be said to be ruined. He could barely pull out some memory fragments from his brain, as if he threw his phone away.

He rubbed his glabella and let them pass.

Feng Qingyi smiled as he entered the room. As he walked, he asked, "Who sent you here last night?"

Teng Yiyang closed the door and shook his head, trying to get rid of the dizziness from the alcohol. Hearing that, he casually said, "I don't remember."

"Really?" I saw your car parked in front of the house! Last night, Jiang Liu and I had a drink, and Zhenyuan drove you away because of your noisy meeting with An An. But last night, Zhenyuan flew to the neighboring city for a business trip, so I asked him this morning.

"Halfway through?" Teng Yiyang frowned, "Then how did I get home?"

"I didn't ask him clearly when he was busy with meetings," Feng Qingyi shrugged. "Don't tell me you have no impression of anyone sending you back?"

Teng Yiyang was about to speak, but he smelled the faint aroma of food in the air.

Ignoring his friend, he strode toward the kitchen, held his breath, and lifted the lid.

In the pot was a thick, waxy white porridge.

Each and every one of them was plump and carried an alluring, faint, sweet fragrance.

Feng Qingyi came over from behind. When he saw the pot of porridge, he was confused.

He was about to tease her, but when he turned his head, he saw his good friend's eyes filled with mist. He was lost in thought with nostalgia.

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