[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

"Uncle, how is he now?" Si Xingran lowered his head and curled his fingers unconsciously.

Song Cian lowered her eyes and looked at Si Xingran, reaching out to wipe away a crystal teardrop from the corner of her eye, "The doctor said it is not serious and not life-threatening. You will only need to rest for the rest."

"It's okay." Si Xingran exhaled slightly.

Suddenly, Si Xingran raised his head, his eyes were red, the tip of his nose was red, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes. When he met Song Cian's gentle gaze, he looked away as if being burned, and murmured on his lips, "What you said is still... Do you want to count?"

Looking down at Si Xingran's panicked movements and his increasingly clenched fingers, Song Cian had a smile on his lips, "What did I say?"

Si Xingran's body stiffened for a moment, his throat was a little tight, and his face was filled with warmth. His voice became softer and softer, "Just say that you like me and won't change. You will wait until the day I accept you."

"This sentence..." Song Ci'an deliberately lengthened his tone, which made Si Xingran's heart lift and his lips tightened. "Of course I count, I always count." Song Ci'an said softly.

After Si Xingran got the answer he wanted, he relaxed and stretched out his clenched fingers, "Then is it too late for me to say that I like you now?"

"Of course it's time, no matter when it's time." Song Cian looked at the person with red cheeks in front of him, sighed slightly, and reached out to hug the person in front of him.

Si Xingran's arms around Song Ci'an's waist tightened, their chests were close to each other, and their heartbeats were deafening.

His heart was beating a little fast. Si Xingran sniffed the reassuring smell on the tip of his nose and said with embarrassment in his voice, "I came in a hurry this time, so I didn't bring any flowers."

"It's okay." Song Ci'an's laughter spread along Si Xingran's shoulder blades and spread throughout his body. Si Xingran felt that his body was about to burn, "I kept the flowers from last time well."

"Yes." Si Xingran responded softly, "But I still want to give you a new bouquet."

"Okay." Song Ci An let go of Si Xingran, turned around and opened the door.

Song's father is in the hospital, and Song's mother is taking care of Song's father in the hospital. Song Cian has just returned from the hospital. At this moment, there are only two people at home, Song Cian and Si Xingran.

Song Cian closed the door and turned around and went into the back room. When she came out, she had something in her hand, "I originally planned to give it to you last time, but it's not too late to give it to you now."

As she spoke, Song Cian took out a small box from the gift bag. Inside the box was a dark black watch set with diamonds.

Song Cian put the watch around Si Xingran's wrist and put it on carefully, "Do you like it?" Song Cian asked.

"I like it." Si Xingran's eyes were bright, with a smile on his eyes and brows, "But why did you bring it home with you?" Si Xingran was puzzled.

"My dad's accident happened so suddenly that day that he didn't have time to return to the dormitory." Song Cian said.

Si Xingran nodded, "Are we considered together now?" Before Song Cian could answer, Si Xingran frowned, "No, I haven't given you flowers yet."

"Don't worry about flowers." Song Cian chuckled, turned around and met Si Xingran's eyes, with a smile in his eyes, "So you are not going to give me a title now, boyfriend?"

"No." Si Xingran unconsciously weakened his voice.

"It's okay, we still have a long time, so we are not in a hurry." Song Cian turned around and said calmly.

"No." Seeing Song Cian turning around, Si Xingran was a little anxious. With quick eyes and hands, he grabbed Song Ci'an's arm and pulled it to his eyes, looking seriously, "I just think I should give you a more formal confession. After all, I messed up the last time."

The dim light fell on the two of them. Si Xingran's eyes were still firm, but his eyes flickered from time to time to show his inner panic.

Si Xingran grabbed Song Cian's collar with one hand and covered it with his thin lips. The soft touch made their souls seem to tremble.

Si Xingran gnawed indiscriminately, like a puppy that had just grown its deciduous teeth.

After a moment, Si Xingran separated from Song Cian with flushed cheeks. Their lips were wet, shining with an ambiguous light under the light.

"Song Cian, I like you." Si Xingran's voice was breathy, and one hand loosely grasped Song Cian's collar, "I like you very much."

Song Cian held Si Xingran's wrist with one hand, and the two of them slowly leaned against the wall, "I like you too, and I accept your confession, boyfriend."

"Yeah, boyfriend." Si Xingran hummed.

Holding Si Xingran's wrist, Song Ci'an placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, "Okay, it's stamped now."

After speaking, Song Ci'an let go of Si Xingran's hand and touched the top of his furry hair.

Looking at his new and warm boyfriend, Si Xingran felt in a trance, as if he didn't expect that God had given him such a big surprise.

The lights were dazzling, and Si Xingran came back to his senses, "When will uncle be discharged from the hospital? I want to see him."

"Let's go together tomorrow morning." Song Cian thought for a moment and said.

Si Xingran nodded and replied "Hello".

Si Xingran hurried all the way and waited at the door for several hours. He was already a little tired. ,

Song Cian took out a brand new set of pajamas and handed them to Si Xingran, asking him to wash up.

The pajamas were bought by Song's mother for the original owner when she was in high school. However, the original owner's affair with women's clothing was exposed at that time, and the relationship with the family became tense. Later, she moved out and went to college away from home.

The new set of pajamas bought by Song's mother was gathering dust, but Song Ci'an's figure in high school was similar to what it is now, so Si Xingran put on this set of pajamas just right.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Song Cian hugged a quilt and placed it on the sofa.

Song Ci'an is the only one in the Song family, so when they bought the house, they bought a traditional two-bedroom and one-living house in the old community.

Now that Si Xingran is here, Song Cian consciously plans to live in the living room.

The two have just established their relationship and need a certain amount of space from each other.

Song Ci'an was holding the quilt and planning to make do in the living room, but she happened to be met by Si Xingran who had just finished taking a shower and was wiping his hair. "What are you doing?" Si Xingran frowned slightly.

Song An's words are concise and concise, "You live in my room and I live in the living room."

Water droplets dripped down the ends of her hair, slid down her collarbone and flowed into her collar, but Si Xingran had no time to pay attention.

Looking at the narrow and old sofa, how can it possibly accommodate a person who is 1.8 meters tall?

Si Xingran felt that his body temperature had risen a little, and he might need to take a cold shower later, "Don't sleep on the sofa, let's, let's sleep together."

This simple sentence was stuttered by Si Xingran.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you." Si Xingran added.