As Song Yi'an advanced step by step, Li Qiyu also retreated steadily. Seeing that Song Yi'an's hand was about to reach out, Li Qiyu, who had been caught by him too many times tonight, had already accumulated rich experience in escaping at this moment. Like an eel, she slipped through his fingers.
"The night is still young. You should rest early."
The night is still young? She probably meant it was already late.
Just as she was distracted for a moment, Li Qiyu had already run out of sight.
Li Qiyu trotted all the way downstairs. Song Yi'an listened to the sound of her clattering footsteps running downstairs, and then the bang of the door closing, as if there were flood beasts chasing her behind.
After hearing her close the door, Song Yi'an heard her shouting downstairs, "Oh, I'm so embarrassed!"
This little girl probably didn't know that as long as she didn't close the window, he could hear clearly whatever she shouted downstairs.
However, compared with the Li Qiyu who was cold and calm when she broke up with him and analyzed the cause and effect of things rationally before, he preferred this real and a bit muddled little ancestor.
He thought that maybe he fell in love with her when she first transmigrated here and he disliked but was forced to take care of her.
At this moment, Li Qiyu had no idea that her innermost thoughts were being eavesdropped on. She was still muttering under the quilt.
In fact, she was not good at dealing with emotional problems. Although she thought a lot, she spoke very little. She used to have an attitude of just making do and taking things as they came towards feelings. She only chose Song Jiaye when everyone else abandoned her but Song Jiaye stepped forward.
In fact, looking back now, it was hard to say that she was deeply in love with Song Jiaye when she married him. It was just that with her slow - warming personality, she gradually got deeply involved and couldn't extricate herself during their time together.
Now, the words she said to Song Yi'an, especially the last few sentences, naturally made her feel ashamed just thinking about them.
Li Qiyu was rolling and shouting on the bed alone. Song Yi'an upstairs fell asleep listening to her voice, and his dreams were sweet.
The next day, Li Qiyu got up early for a rare time.
Sister Liu saw Li Qiyu get up and rush upstairs in a hurry without even having time to change out of her pajamas. Although she looked anxious, her movements were very light, tiptoeing around as if she was a thief in her own home.
Li Qiyu rushed upstairs and came down soon. At this time, her expression had changed from the nervousness of being eager to confirm something to a blushing shyness.
What did the mistress see? Why did she become like this?
Sister Liu was curious and was about to go up and take a look when Song Yi'an's figure appeared on the second - floor stairs. At this moment, Song Yi'an was also a bit disheveled. The shirt on him seemed to be put on in a hurry, and the buttons were even buttoned in the wrong places.
Sister Liu suddenly understood something. She greeted Song Yi'an with a smile.
"Good morning, Mr. Song."
Song Yi'an asked, "Where's Xiaoyu?"
"The mistress just went back to her room. Maybe she's going to change clothes."
Song Yi'an didn't believe Sister Liu's explanation at all. Just now when he was changing clothes, the door was pushed open a crack, and Li Qiyu poked her little head out. Before Song Yi'an could say hello to her, she ran away.
He thought his figure was quite good, without any flabby fat or a potbelly. Why did she run away as soon as she saw him?
Hiding behind the door, Li Qiyu was also blushing. The scene she saw in the room when she went upstairs came to her mind. Song Yi'an was bare - chested, with a lean, fair and strong chest rising and falling with his breathing. He didn't have a lot of muscles, but his figure was definitely well - proportioned. Li Qiyu used to like big, powerful men, thinking that was manly, but Song Yi'an's figure completely refreshed her aesthetic view.
Moreover, since she had confessed her feelings last night, she had become the shy one who didn't know how to face him, while Song Yi'an seemed to be back to the way he was when Li Qiyu first transmigrated here, taking the initiative in everything.
After Song Yi'an got dressed and came downstairs again, Sister Liu served the freshly made breakfast on the table. At this time, Li Qiyu was also at the table, only daring to bury her head in eating noodles and not daring to look at him.
"Mr. Song, you and the mistress have such a good relationship. In my opinion, why do you still sleep in separate rooms?"
Sister Liu was an experienced person. She knew that if she didn't break the ice, waiting for this young couple to guess each other's minds would take forever.
Li Qiyu's face was almost buried in the noodle bowl which was even bigger than her face. Song Yi'an was much more natural. He smiled in response to Sister Liu's concern, "It won't be long, it won't be long."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain on his foot. Looking down, he saw Li Qiyu just retracting her little foot. It seemed that it was Li Qiyu who stepped on him just now.
Song Yi'an naturally knew why he got this kick. He continued to say to Sister Liu, "It may trouble you to help me move things."
Another kick.
But this time, when Li Qiyu was about to retract her foot, Song Yi'an, who was well - prepared, hooked it with his toe.
The two of them got their legs entangled under the table.
Li Qiyu's face turned even redder, redder than the red oil in the noodle soup.
After Song Yi'an finished his breakfast, Li Tong woke up at this time. Song Yi'an kept his promise and left after saying hello to Li Tong. Li Qiyu and Li Tong went to the garage to see him off. Li Tong was very reluctant to part with Song Yi'an. With a droopy little face, he said goodbye to Song Yi'an reluctantly.
"Uncle - in - law, come back early. I'll miss you."
Song Yi'an stroked Li Tong's little head and then looked up at Li Qiyu.
Li Qiyu knew that Song Yi'an was waiting for her to say something too. At this moment, all the ancient poems popped into her mind, like "I劝君更进一杯酒，西出阳关无故人." and so on.
Such poems didn't seem appropriate for this occasion.
She just copied Li Tong's answer.
"Come back early. Um... I'll..." She just couldn't say the words "miss you". It was too cheesy. Finally, she changed it to "wait for you."
She didn't know that this "wait for you" actually touched Song Yi'an even more.
All his life, he had been looking for someone who would wait for him to go home. Now he had finally found her.
His eyes were filled with tears. He nodded. "Okay."
"And, be careful."
Song Yi'an knew what she meant.
"Don't worry. I will."
After getting in the car, Xiao Wu said, "Mr. Song, the plane will take off in two hours. We have to hurry up."
Unexpectedly, Song Yi'an said unhurriedly, "Don't be in a hurry."
"Ah?"
"Take me to see someone first."