It doesn’t matter if my confession is rejected, I still have three more days left.

There was a completely different look between her brows than usual, which made Su Xianxian feel doubtful, and the urge to find out the truth surged in her heart.

Although she was filled with doubts, Su Xianxian still tried to remain calm and observed everything around her calmly.

The light in the bedroom gradually dimmed, and the small sounds gradually became quiet, just like the ripples on the lake gradually subsided after the wind stopped. The alarm clock on the bedside table is ticking, reminding you of the passage of time every second.

As the last few faint sounds in the bedroom merged into the night, Su Xianxian was sure that the two sisters had ended their play and conversation before going to bed and quietly fell asleep.

"But why isn't my brother back yet?"

Su Xianxian whispered softly, her eyes showing a trace of anxiety and worry under the dim light. The room was so quiet that she could only hear the ticking of the clock, as if the sound struck her heartstrings, and every echo reminded her of the quiet passage of time.

The night was getting darker, and the moonlight outside the window was like water, shining on the window lattice, reflecting her slender figure standing against the door.

Every inch of space in the home seems to be filled with the breath of waiting, like a silent lake, just waiting for the slightest ripple to break the tranquility.

After another period of time that seemed to be stretched out, just when the anxiety in Su Xianxian's heart was about to overflow, a familiar soft sound finally came from the door - it was the unique sound made when the wooden door was pushed open. Creaking sound.

The sound was like melodious music, breaking the original silence and taking away the tension that had accumulated in her heart for a long time.

She immediately raised her head, eyes flashing with anticipation, and looked at the door that was gradually opening.

Jiang Li slowly stepped into the room, his familiar figure looking particularly calm and free under the light. There was a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes, and his slightly raised eyebrows were like distant mountains in an ink painting, slightly raised. "Huh? Where are Yuyu and Yunyun?"

As he spoke, he glanced leisurely around every corner of the room, as if looking for those two lively and lovely figures.

The air was filled with the peaceful evening fragrance, but the usual liveliness and laughter were missing. The furnishings in the room remained the same as before, but it seemed particularly empty at the moment, as if it lacked some lively atmosphere.

Jiang Li looked around in slight surprise, questions in his heart rippled.

"Did you go to bed so early?"

However, in the quiet atmosphere, he caught a quiet and firm gaze - Su Xianxian's face was bathed in the soft light of the moonlight and lights, quiet and elegant.

She looked up at Jiang Li who walked in and smiled softly. At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world stopped for her smile.

It looked like it had been waiting for him.

Su Xianxian sighed softly and stood up from the sofa gracefully. With a hint of anger in her eyes, she rolled her eyes coldly in the direction of Jiang Li.

The moonlight shines on her cheeks through the window, reflecting a delicate and reserved beauty. Her words are filled with subtle complaints and concerns: "What do you think? It took you so long to go out to see someone off, both of them..." Already gone to bed."

When Jiang Li heard this, a bright and warm smile flashed in his eyes. He looked at Su Xianxian in front of him with interest. The smile was full of relaxation and understanding, as if it could dispel the silence and depth of the night.

He asked in an almost teasing but tender tone: "Oh, what about you, are you waiting for me to come home?"

At this moment, the air seemed to be warmed by the conversation between the two of them. The indoor lights and the moonlight intertwined, rendering this ordinary night with a unique charm, just like an unfinished serenade, in the quiet flow of time. Singing softly.

Su Xianxian sneered softly, and the sound was like the faint echo of clear spring dripping on the stone slab. Her waterfall-like black hair hung down, like a lady in an ink painting, shy and stubborn.

An imperceptible blush appeared on her cheeks, like the first blooming cherry blossoms, which looked particularly moving in the moonlight. She whispered in a voice as small as the fluttering of a gnat's wings: "No, I won't wait for you. There are many people waiting for you anyway."

When Jiang Li heard this, his deep eyes shone with understanding and compassion. He stared at the seemingly fragile but mentally tough woman in front of him, as if he could decipher all the emotions behind her words in an instant.

A helpless and tolerant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself: This girl is jealous again.

He knew that although Su Xianxian pretended to be strong on the surface, she was actually hiding her inner uneasiness and expectations.

In that flash of lightning, Jiang Li was still immersed in his own thoughts and never expected what would happen next.

The doubts in his heart had not yet condensed into shape, but he saw Su Xianxian arriving like a light butterfly, with an irresistible smile and a faint, vague fragrance, which instantly invaded his world.

Her eyes as bright as autumn water shone with cunning and expectation. Without any hesitation, Su Xianxian walked straight towards him, her slender arms gently wrapped around his waist, and a warm and intimate warmth suddenly filled her eyes. It was transmitted from her body, causing ripples in Jiang Li's heart.

"Do you want to wash together?"

Su Xianxian's voice was like a clear spring flowing, with a natural charm and temptation, like a whisper in the early summer breeze, whispering in Jiang Li's ear, reaching the softest place in his heart.

Facing this sudden invitation, Jiang Li felt a little dazed for a moment, as if the whole world had quieted down at this moment, leaving only the two of them and those words full of infinite reverie.

He was slightly stunned, staring at Su Xianxian's bright and moving face, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Li came back to his senses. Seeing the expectation and sincerity in Su Xianxian's eyes, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

He nodded slightly, with a hint of unnoticeable nervousness and shyness in his voice, "Okay."

Although this sentence is short, it contains his acceptance of this unexpected invitation, and also carries some of his longing and expectations for the future.

Then, the two of them seemed to be pulled by the emotions ignited by the flames. Each other's fingers were tightly entangled in each other's clothes. They tore each other fiercely, as if every fiber carried endless enthusiasm and desire.

In this chaotic and powerful movement, their steps are accompanied by drunken swaying and stumbling, as if they are in a dreamy and upside-down world. It is a dance that is both out of control and persistent.

Their eyes were filled with complex emotions, passionate and chaotic, as if they were venting their inner emotions in an intense and slightly out-of-control way.

Their hands held each other tightly, sometimes pushing hard, sometimes hugging each other inextricably, and then stumbled into the bathroom in a blur of steps.

The air was filled with chaotic atmosphere, their faces were flushed, their bodies were intertwined, and they started a silent wrestling in this small space. That exciting force seemed to squeeze the air in the entire bathroom into distortion.

As the two figures disappeared behind the bathroom door, the sound of rushing water suddenly sounded, breaking the previous dullness and tension.

Water droplets splashed on the smooth floor tiles and scattered in all directions, like stars scattered in the night sky, reflecting the drama and tension of this unique scene.

The lights in the bathroom became dim in the water vapor, and the rising heat seemed to indicate that a more intense conflict or reconciliation was about to take place in this small but emotionally full space.

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