I almost touched the moon

Wen Song couldn't understand the look in his eyes, and he really didn't want to argue with him. Seeing that he refused to speak, he didn't want to ask any more questions. He stood up from the sofa and tried to make his tone sound calm, "I will continue to write the project report."

It was clearly the simplest sentence, but somehow it touched Cheng Che's sore spot.

He grabbed her wrist, stood in front of her, lowered his head and approached her, his eyes were a little angry, and said to her in an almost questioning tone: "So in your heart, apart from yourself and your studies, there is no place for me at all?"

"Your words are really ridiculous." Wen Song didn't know why he suddenly said this, "I would like to ask you, in your heart, who is more important, me or skiing?"

"But I never neglected you for practice or a game."

"No?" Wen Song's lips twitched, revealing a sneer, "On February 2, the Slopestyle finals ended. Who made me wait in the hotel for a whole night without even answering the phone?"

"I have already apologized for this matter, and I was really drunk that night, so I didn't answer the phone call. Didn't I fly to the UK to see my sister right away? I didn't even attend the final commendation meeting..."

When Cheng Che heard her words, he lowered his head in shame and explained.

"I know, I'm not criticising you." Wen Song sighed and broke free from his restraints. "I must go to write my report."

Cheng Che had no way to stop her anymore. In her heart, it was just so unimportant. Neither him nor the promise to him were important.

Ten minutes later, Wen Song ran down from upstairs and stood on the stairs, frowning. He looked at him with some displeasure and asked, "Cheng Che, did you touch my desk?"

"I helped you clean up, what's wrong?" he walked up to her and asked.

"You moved the draft paper too? Did you throw anything away?" Wen Song was a little anxious, and even spoke louder unconsciously.

Cheng Che shook his head and said, "I sorted it out, but didn't throw it away. What happened?"

"Okay, it's okay." She went upstairs again and returned to the study.

Cheng Che followed her upstairs. As soon as he entered the study, he saw that she had messed up her desk again after she had tidied it with great difficulty. She was also holding a pile of draft papers and checking them one by one, while she threw the other papers casually on the table or on the floor.

"I spent an hour cleaning up. Can you not mess it up in five minutes?" Cheng Che picked up the draft papers and couldn't help but complain.

After hearing what he said, Wen Song wanted to blurt out "Did I ask you to clean up? Now I can't find anything after you cleaned up." However, when the words came to his lips, he saw Cheng Che's slightly tired expression and swallowed them back.

She tried to make her tone sound gentle and asked him softly, "When you were helping me clean up, did you see a piece of draft paper with calculations for plasma generation and density estimation, and there were a lot of corrections on it?"

"That..." Cheng Che suddenly panicked after hearing her words, and asked tentatively, "Is it important?"

"Of course." Wen Song continued to search with a frown. "Didn't I tell you that the comet we chose as a reference this time has a high probability of hitting an asteroid. On the night of the 23rd, just as I calculated, it broke through Jupiter's Roche limit and disintegrated after colliding with the asteroid. So we can only add relevant research content, and the draft paper shows my calculation results."

After hearing this, Cheng Che suddenly became panicked. He walked up to her and gently stroked her hair. He hugged her and said, "Sister...did you write down the result?"

"I wrote down the result on the computer, but the process is also important, because that is just a preliminary calculation result, I still need to verify it." Wen Song felt uneasy when he heard his words, raised his head and asked him, "You won't throw it away as waste paper, right?"

"Sister..." Cheng Che lowered his head and apologized, "I'm sorry... I saw that the draft paper was full of messy corrections and coffee stains, and I thought you didn't need it anymore... so I threw it away."

“Damn…” This was the first time that Wen Song said such harsh words in front of Cheng Che. She raised her head and looked at Cheng Che, the anger in her eyes was obvious.

"Did it take a long time?" Cheng Che asked cautiously.

"It wasn't long, but it was very annoying!" Wen Song was on the verge of collapse due to staying up late to calculate for several days.

"Yes, this calculation may not take long, no more than an hour at most, but it really annoys me! I don't want to do this anymore! Do you know that I haven't even slept in the past four days? Why do you want to increase my workload for no reason?"

Her emotions were always stable, and she never even spoke loudly. No matter how angry Cheng Che made her, her voice was always soft. But today, she was a little hoarse, and her whole body was shaking when she spoke.

Cheng Che blamed himself and hugged her tightly, comforting her softly, "I'm sorry, sister. I really didn't mean it. I'm sorry. You can scold me. Or, I can help you calculate it. I'm really sorry."

"Who do you think you are? You can't do it." Wen Song felt helpless, because he spoke without thinking when he was angry.

"Can you please stop causing trouble for me? Cheng Che, I'm really busy. How many times have I told you not to touch my desk? Why did you insist on doing so?! I beg you, please don't interfere in my affairs."

Cheng Che was also angry after hearing this, and blurted out, "What do you mean I'm causing trouble? You throw all your things around, how can I know which ones are useful and which ones are waste paper? I came all the way to Oxford to accompany you, help you clean the house and cook, why do you still blame me?"

"So, was it me who asked you to do this?" Wen Song looked up at him with extremely cold eyes.

"I've always told you that you don't have to help me clean the house. The cleaner will do it every Friday. You don't have to help me cook. I won't starve to death. Just take care of yourself."

When people are angry and upset, they seem to really lose their rationality. As soon as she said this, Wen Song regretted it a little, but it was too late. When she looked up, she saw Cheng Che frowning, with disbelief in his eyes, and his eyes became a little moist...

"Ache..." She stepped forward and softened her tone, "That's not what I meant."

"Iseylia, have you ever loved me?"

Cheng Che lowered his head, closed his eyes in despair and turned his head away, not wanting to look at her anymore. He just asked this question in an almost broken voice.