Star Dome Railway: Give the man you love a home

Qiong then told Si You that Uncle Yang actually had a family.

"So what? Walter is alone now, and his wife is not around, so it's inevitable that he will feel lonely."

"Alas, Walter's mysterious shadow like a floating cloud, mature and steady appearance, really won the favor of this seat..."

Si You didn't care about what Qiong said. He had a half-smile on his face. His deep purple eyes were like a seductive whirlpool, revealing endless charm. He said this deliberately.

After Si You finished speaking, he was about to walk towards Walter's room.

"Si You, do you like all good-looking men?"

Qiong looked at Si You. Her beautiful golden eyes still looked indifferent on the surface, but some emotions seemed to be surging deep within them.

"Yes..." Si You smiled and replied softly, "Dan Heng, Walter, and you, I like them all."

"Si You, go find whoever you want, I don't care about you or who you'll be with in the future..." Qiong stopped talking here, his face still showing an indifferent look.

Then, in front of Si You, Qiong slammed the door shut, and no one knew what emotions were brewing in his heart.

"Then I will really leave." Si You looked at the closed door and smiled helplessly and dotingly.

After saying this, Si You floated towards the room where Walter was.

"Xiao Qiong, I'm really going downstairs." When he reached the stairs, Si You looked back and said this.

After Si You finished speaking, he really went downstairs, as if he was heading slowly towards the room on the other side of the guest carriage.

Qiong held his breath and listened quietly for a while behind the door, but heard no sound. Qiong waited for a moment, and there seemed to be anxiety in the depths of his beautiful golden eyes.

"Stinky Si You, bad Si You." Qiong finally sighed and went out to look for Si You helplessly.

Qiong finally found Si You squatting alone, curled up at the bottom of the stairs. He looked so adorable, and this was a look of Si You that Qiong had never seen before.

Si You was always so at ease in the past, like a hungry wolf seeing its prey, wanting to pounce on him as soon as he saw him.

This was the first time that Qiong saw Si You looking so pitiful.

"Come with me." Qiong glanced at Si You, took a step forward, pulled Si You up with one hand, and with the other hand steadily lifted the quilt and pillow that Si You had placed in the bag beside him.

"Where to go? I don't want to sleep alone." Si You tried to shake off Qiong's hand, but Qiong's hand was very strong and he pulled her very tightly, making it impossible for her to break free.

"Go to my room." Qiong's golden eyes glanced at Si You and said, "But you better behave yourself and don't take off my clothes."

Qiong's memory seemed to go back to the time when Si You stripped his clothes.

On the way to the space station, he took some effort to pretend to be a sleepwalker and tidy up the clothes that Si You had half taken off.

Si You was eventually pulled by Qiong into the room that belonged to Qiong.

Si You sat on a comfortable chair beside him, crossed his legs, and looked at Qiong who was making the bed not far away, smiling charmingly.

"Si You, are you really a sword that has lived for tens of thousands of years?" Qiong and Si You were lying on the bed together. Qiong had his back to Si You and asked Si You behind him.

"Yeah..." Si You yawned as if he was a little sleepy and responded lazily.

She would never tell Qiong that she was not actually a sword.

But two years ago, when she was nineteen years old, she was regarded as a witch even though she was not infected with the disease. She was skinned, her tendons were pulled out, and her bones were removed. Her soul was forcibly cast into the sword.

She didn't want the simple Qiong to know this, lest he feel that she was pitiful.

Everyone on the Star Train has an unknown past, but she doesn't want to mention her past.

"Will Jian also have his own hometown and relatives he misses..."

A hint of doubt flashed across Qiong's beautiful golden eyes. Just when Qiong wanted to say something else, she turned around and found that Si You had fallen asleep a long time ago.

"Sister, hold me..." Si You said softly, moving his body into Qiong's arms.

"I'm not your sister." Qiong sighed helplessly, then naturally put his arms around Si You's waist as usual, looked at Si You's face, and fell asleep in his arms.