I hurriedly opened my eyes and wondered, what is he doing here so early in the morning? Is there jet lag?
It's only a small living room away, and the time difference is eight hours?
Is the living room a space-time tunnel?
Yin Yijie just stood up, looked at me, stretched out his hand to twist my nose, his cold face softened, and his voice was warm: "I just got a call, go out for a while, and come back before noon. Remember to read."
I nodded, he was finally going to work.[
But reading, four hours a day, I have to wait until he comes back in the afternoon to read it under his nose, otherwise I'm afraid he will trick me into reading it again.
If this continues, I will be able to take vacation next semester.
"Be obedient and watch it for two hours in the morning." Yin Yijie saw through my mind and warned me seriously: He was not happy.
Okay, I nodded, two hours, I'll get up and read it later.
Seeing him turn around, he quickly reached out and pulled him and asked: "Have you had breakfast? It's so early that there may not be any breakfast sold outside."
I curled my lips and realized that I was busy with a lot of things right now, or was very wordy about his things.
What's even more strange is that words that have never been thought of before can be blurted out.
No matter how bad the tone is, once I realize this meaning, I feel a little awkward.
However, Yin Yijie was not awkward. Instead, he was very happy. He seemed to appreciate that all the women in the world were surrounding him.
He turned around and looked at me, touched my face, lowered his head and kissed me again, and then his face looked much better. He nodded and said, "I know. If you want to sleep, just sleep a little longer, and remember to eat cereal when you get up."
It's oatmeal again. I heard that the oatmeal for the porridge seems to have been flown in from somewhere.
I even wondered why he didn't fly a piece of wheat field over. Wouldn't it be more convenient to grow and eat the wheat field himself?
Looking at his back, I smiled.
What a genius!
I am airlifting a piece of wheat field. I wonder if I should airlift wheat farmers? Where are the wheat seedlings? Haha
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When Yin Yijie came back, I was reading a short story in English. Blain said it was a relatively local kind, with a small amount of spoken English and black English in it, which would help me understand English better.