Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

When he woke up in the morning, Song Xun felt that he was tied up and it was difficult for him to move.

When she opened her eyes, what she saw was Zhang Weisheng's face sleeping with his eyes closed, and she was curled up in his arms, her body tightly held by Zhang Weisheng's long arms, and even her legs were pressed underneath.

The impact of this scene was so intense that Song Xun almost cried out in fright.

He reacted quickly and suppressed his exclamation.

Regardless of how she got to the bed, she hugged Zhang Weisheng.

What’s more important now is—

Zhang Weisheng fell asleep, but I was awake.

Song Xun's eyes rolled around and finally looked at the backpack hanging on the desk chair.

That was the bag Zhang Weisheng carried with him every day when he went out.

Song Xun carefully lifted up Zhang Weisheng's arm that was across his body, then lowered his voice, sat up, and pulled out his leg that was being pressed down.

His position was on the inside of the wall, and if he wanted to get out he had to step over Zhang Weisheng who was lying outside.

Even his breathing became softer unconsciously, Song Xun bent over with one leg hanging.

"What are you going for?"

A voice suddenly sounded.

Song Xun quickly retracted his legs and returned the same way, lifting up a corner of the blanket piled on the outside of the bed and covering Zhang Weisheng's stomach with it.

The movements are smooth and crisp.

"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

Zhang Weisheng looked at him quietly, his expression clear, not like he had just woken up at all: "Why don't you ask yourself how you got to the bed?"

Regarding this question, Song Xun's curiosity was aroused again, and he asked, "How did I get to the bed?"

Zhang Weisheng half sat up and leaned against the head of the bed: "You were sleepwalking in the middle of the night and insisted on squeezing into the bed."

Song Xun was shocked. He always liked to associate sleepwalking with some unnatural supernatural events. The thought of himself as a puppet, with his brain disconnected from his body, getting up and wandering in the middle of the night without knowing it, made Song Xun feel creepy.

Zhang Weisheng glanced at Song Xun's wide-open eyes, got out of bed and walked out of the room.

He felt a little relieved from the resentment that Song Xun kept getting close to him last night, which caused him to not sleep well.

Song Xun, who was immersed in fear, was rescued by 996.

"You were sick at night, and Zhang Weisheng carried you to bed."

Song Xun came back to life.

Zhang Weisheng rarely shows big ups and downs or unstable emotions, and even his expressions are always serious, to the point of being inhuman. This causes Song Xun to often be unable to tell whether what he says is true or false.

996: "Zhang Weisheng is in the kitchen now."

Song Xun immediately got out of bed, crept to the desk, carefully unzipped it and started searching.

The sound of the gas stove igniting outside made him feel a little safer and he could search carefully with confidence. However, after searching inside and outside three times, he still found nothing.

Mashui Lane is a very backward place. Many of the customs here remain the old ones. Many shops only accept cash payments, including those debt collectors who only accept cash.

Song Xun couldn't figure out where Zhang Weisheng would put the money.

There were footsteps outside.

Zhang Weisheng turned off the fire, scooped out the noodles from the pot, and called out, "Zhang Xiaoqi, come out and eat."

He sat down first and started eating.

Song Xun was in a bad mood, but he pretended nothing had happened, sat down, and started eating seriously with the bowl of noodles.

Even though he was unhappy, he was still passionate about eating.

Zhang Weisheng admired this about him. He could still endure eating three meals of noodles yesterday at noon and in the evening, plus today's breakfast, without any reluctance. It seemed that Zhang Xiaoqi was quite easy to keep.

"I'll be back at noon today, so you don't have to cook noodles anymore."

Song Xun became more energetic. Compared with the noodle soup he cooked, Zhang Weisheng was obviously better at cooking.

He nodded, looking very happy: "Okay."

In the end, the job of washing dishes naturally fell to Song Xun, and Zhang Weisheng allowed him to play on his computer before leaving.

Song Xun finally doesn't have to be so idle.

The morning passed in a flash. When Zhang Weisheng came back at noon, he was holding a string of pork in his hand. He spent almost an hour making a dish of steamed pork with rice flour and also fried two vegetarian dishes.

Song Xun fell in love with the taste of steamed pork with rice flour at the first bite. His eyes almost lit up. He had to pause after each bite to savor the flavor. His whole body exuded a happy and satisfied feeling.

Zhang Weisheng's eyes sparkled with smiles, and he thought his appearance was silly and funny.

But it is undeniable that the emotional value provided by Songxun is sufficient, and receiving good reviews for the meals you have worked hard to make is also a kind of feedback.

In the afternoon, the owner of the computer returned and the right to use it no longer belonged to Songxun.

Song Xun walked around for a few rounds out of boredom and glanced at the computer, which was covered with densely packed codes that made him dizzy.

Zhang Weisheng didn't look back: "If you're bored, there are books in the cabinet, take them and read them yourself."

Song Xun knew this room very well without Zhang Weisheng telling him, but he still pretended to search for a while and finally found the pile of books at the bottom.

Zhang Weisheng is from the Computer Science Department, and these books are also related to it.

Song Xun complained in his heart that Zhang Weisheng was so thoughtful. He knew that Zhang Xiaoqi had not received much education, but he did not care at all whether the other party could understand it or not.

He picked up a book at random. There was only one chair in the room, and Song Xun was too lazy to go out, so he half-lay on the bed with the book and started flipping through it casually.

When you are fully engaged, time always passes very quickly.

Zhang Weisheng stood up and stretched his shoulders, then turned around and saw Song Xun sleeping soundly on the bed.

The book, which had only a few pages opened, was spread out on her stomach. Her face was red from sleeping, and her naturally curled eyelashes were draped under her eyes, like two open small fans, occasionally trembling with her breathing.

Zhang Weisheng unconsciously walked closer and looked down at him.

No matter how you look at it, Zhang Xiaoqi is harmless and doesn't look like a good kid who would do bad things. But in fact, it's just the opposite. No matter how innocent and well-behaved a creature is, it will hide an unknown side.

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, Zhang Weisheng frowned and couldn't help but reach out to pinch Song Xun's face and twist it.

Song Xun was sleeping soundly. When he opened his eyes again, he only heard the sound of the door closing and his right cheek felt slightly hot.

He rubbed it with his hands, but he didn't care.

The dinner was what was left over from lunch. After eating, Zhang Weisheng took a shower and came out to ask where the clothes he had taken off earlier were.

Song Xun was excited that he finally noticed that his clothes were missing, and he quickly ran outside to collect them.

But after the clothes were taken off, Song Xun felt completely disappointed.

After being hung out to dry for nearly two days and one night, the clothes were not only not completely dry, but also gave off a pungent and unpleasant odor.

Song Xun bent down and smelled it in disbelief, and sneezed because of the choking.

The old man who just came upstairs passed by and glanced at Song Xun: "Drying clothes in this weather will make them smell bad. We should wait until the sun comes out to wash them together."

The houses in this area are all right next to each other, so sunlight can't get in. Plus, it's been raining for a long time, so everywhere is damp, and clothes are not easy to dry.

The old man with his hands behind his back left, leaving Song Xun, who looked dumbfounded, standing there holding a pile of smelly clothes.