Shen Rongsu's voice sounded listless: "Dead Han Zhengxi... you stinky bastard, I have no clothes to wear; the clothes in the senior's wardrobe are so big that I can't hold them up, yo! It's so boring! Help me."
"Then just look at the ceiling." As long as he's not bored, that's fine.
"Han Zhengxi, you are going to die!"
"Suya, aren't I living a good life?" The bickering started again. This was his pleasure.
"Brother, can you tell me a story?" At this time, the heroine in the Korean drama was calling "Brother Chengjun" coquettishly, and Shen Rongsu also yelled with bad intentions, "Brother has the obligation to say Tell a story to my sister"
"I don't know how to tell stories, why don't you go to sleep!"
In Han Zhengxi's heart, the word 'brother', combined with the voice and meaning of the TV heroine, suddenly made him feel very uncomfortable.
"I'm a night owl, and it's only half past twelve, how can I sleep?" she said in every possible way.
"..." He was contemplating the sudden surge of madness in his heart and did not answer.
Not hearing any response, she refused to be left alone and said, "Senior An, do you have any romance novels?"
"novel?"
"It's like Yu Qing, Xi Juan, or Qiong Yao's. Although I don't like to see Aunt Qiong Yao's lingering red side! It's better than nothing. In short, just bring me any idle books."
At this time, Han Zhengxi, who finally regained his composure, said in vain, "Suya, asking me for a novel is like asking a monk for a comb!"
"Han Zhengxi, don't tell me, I know a monk in a temple in the western suburbs... That monk, he has a comb..." As she spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller, even confused.
"I like to go to temples! It's to ask for fortune. Girls are more superstitious about this." He never believed in this.
"..." It was quiet inside
"Suya, when will your good marriage come?"
She still didn't answer
It's too quiet...
"Suya..." Han Zhengxi called out several times, but she didn't respond. It was as if people in the room suddenly disappeared.
Nothing will happen?
Han Zhengxi and An Chenyu looked at each other, and then they walked to the door with tacit understanding and knocked.