I almost touched the moon

That night, Wen Song slept soundly in Cheng Che's arms. When he was woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, he felt irritated and turned off the alarm clock.

"Sister, get up." Cheng Che walked to the bed and urged her, "It's nine-fifteen. Aren't you supposed to go to work at ten? Get up quickly."

"Sleep for another fifteen minutes." She muttered, turned over and continued to sleep.

"We're really going to be late." Cheng Che picked her up and pulled her out of bed. "I made breakfast. Hurry up and get up and have breakfast."

"I will not eat."

After Wen Song finished speaking, he fell down and continued to sleep, covering his head with the quilt.

Seeing her like this, Cheng Che had no choice but to say helplessly: "Okay, I'll call you in fifteen minutes."

Fifteen minutes later, Wen Song got up on time, brushed his teeth and washed his face, combed his hair casually, and put on a T-shirt and a pair of trousers.

When she got to the living room, she habitually opened the refrigerator to get mineral water and ice cubes. Cheng Che handed her a cup of hot coffee and said, "Drink this, no iced coffee. I fried eggs and bacon for you, as well as croissants, alkaline buns, and baguette slices. Which one do you want to eat?"

"I'm almost too late to eat it." Wen Song frowned as he looked at the cup of espresso, but he still took ice cubes from the refrigerator and poured them into his portable coffee cup, then poured the coffee into it.

"Can you please listen to me?" Cheng Che was also a little speechless. "You didn't even eat breakfast. Drinking iced coffee on an empty stomach early in the morning is not good for your stomach. And what's so good about iced Americano? What's the difference between it and water?"

"Can you please leave me alone?" Wen Song was already upset because of getting up early and Monday, and he became even more annoyed after hearing his endless chatter. "I'm going to work."

"I'll take you there." Cheng Che hurriedly followed him, took some bread, eggs, bacon, and butter, and said, "You can have breakfast on the way."

However, Wen Song had just walked out of the house when he rushed back, muttering, "It's over, it's over, I forgot to take my bag."

After saying that, she ran back to the living room, picked up her backpack from the sofa and ran out, which was a mess. Cheng Che felt helpless when he saw her like this, and couldn't help complaining in his heart, "Can't you get up fifteen minutes earlier? Why do you have to be late?"

By the time they got into the car at the underground parking lot, it was already 9:45. She urged Cheng Che, "Hurry up, I'm going to be late."

Cheng Che felt helpless, but he didn't say much. He just stepped on the accelerator and drove faster.

After taking a sip of coffee, Wen Song lay down in the passenger seat, leaning against the car window and closing his eyes to rest.

"Eat breakfast." Cheng Che urged, "Otherwise it will be cold."

"I can't eat in the morning." Wen Song felt a little dizzy, propped up his head and whispered, "And I feel sleepy after eating."

"Ah...but I got up early in the morning to cook for you." Cheng Che said in a coquettish tone, "Just eat a little, okay? Eat the fried eggs, you need to replenish protein."

"Okay..." Wen Song thought about the breakfast he made for him. Although he had no appetite, he still ate a little and said, "Don't prepare breakfast for me in the future. I really don't like to eat in the morning."

"But this is not good for your health." Cheng Che frowned when he saw her eat the fried eggs, spread butter on them, eat a piece of baguette, and then start smoking again.

"It doesn't matter. I won't die."

She opened the car window a little, exhaled a puff of smoke, and flicked the ash into the ashtray with her slender fingers. Her slightly pale face made her look somewhat decadent.

Cheng Che suddenly felt strange. How could he be so deeply in love with a person who had all the habits he disliked? He obviously hated the smell of cigarettes, but he was greedy for the light tobacco smell with sandalwood on her body.

Cheng Che drove very fast and took Wen Song to the ESO office building on time at 9:58.

"Sister, you get off work at 5 o'clock in the evening, right? I'll pick you up." Cheng Che looked at her back as she quickly ran out of the car and shouted at her.

"OK!" She didn't look back, but just made an "OK" gesture and ran quickly into the office building.

At five o'clock in the evening, the person Cheng Che was waiting for walked out of the office building on time. Compared with the morning, Wen Song in the afternoon was obviously much more energetic and no longer looked sleepy.

"I'm so tired. I'm dying. I don't want to live anymore." She started complaining as soon as she got in the car, and casually threw her backpack onto the back seat.

Hearing her words, Cheng Che frowned silently, but still asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"I've been in meetings all day, so I might as well die." Wen Song lowered the back of his chair and slumped down in it. "I have a deadline on Friday to submit a preliminary research phase report. I can't live any longer. I'm a dead man."

"Sister, don't say that." Cheng Che couldn't help but stop her, "Then go back and write. What do you want for dinner?"

"No rush." ​​Wen Song smiled, "There are still four days left, take your time. Let's go to the supermarket first and buy some vanilla pods. I promised you, I'll make you orange soufflé."

"You're not writing the report anymore?" Cheng Che asked in confusion.

"I wrote it. I wrote the title." Wen Song chuckled as he spoke, seeming a little playful.

"As long as you can finish it." Cheng Che knew that she was most concerned about her studies and did not express his opinion.

When Wen Song returned home, he saw a large package next to the shoe cabinet. He immediately felt a little strange and asked Cheng Che, "What did you buy?"

"I signed for your package." Cheng Che glanced at her, with some curiosity in his tone, "It was sent from South Korea."

After hearing this, Wen Song felt a little strange, but when he saw the sender's name on the package delivery slip, he couldn't help but sneer and kicked the package aside.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Che asked, "Why don't you open it and take a look?"

As he spoke, he had already picked up a utility knife and handed it to her.

"No need." Wen Song waved his hand and said, "I'll send it back tomorrow."

"What is it?" Her reaction completely aroused Cheng Che's curiosity. "Sister, why don't you open it and see who sent it?"

Wen Song glanced at him and said with some dissatisfaction: "Roche, Das ist mein pers?nliches Paket." (This is my personal package)

When Wen Song was with Cheng Che, she almost never called him Roche, and she didn't speak German. When Cheng Che heard her tone and words, he knew that she was angry.

"Okay, I know." When Cheng Che signed for the package, he did not pay attention to the information on the package. He only saw the capital "SOUTH KOREA". However, when he heard her words, he guessed something in his heart.

"Sent from skyline?" he asked again.

"I told you this is my personal property." Wen Song repeated, rubbing his shoulders and neck which were a little sore from driving all day, "Why are you always so sensitive?"

"I just..." Cheng Che knew that Wen Song never liked others to interfere in her personal affairs, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He just walked up to her and hugged her, "I was wrong."

When Wen Song saw his appearance, he lost his temper, rubbed his head and said, "I'll make you a soufflé."

Seeing Cheng Che still looking at the package curiously, she sighed softly, walked up to him and said, "Okay, since you are so curious, open it."

After saying that, he picked up a knife and opened the package. The contents were simple, a doll of a puppy and a Delvaux box. When he opened the box, he found a caramel-colored Brillant mini handbag and a greeting card.

There was a simple sentence "?? ???" (Happy Birthday) written in Korean on the card, and the signature was Skyline, but the handwriting was not Skyline's at all.

"He's quite thoughtful." Cheng Che said with a hint of sarcasm, "I know you often carry bags of this brand."

"Are you jealous again?" Wen Song smiled and hugged him, "Stupid, I'll send it back to him tomorrow."

"No, just keep it. Don't you like this brand?"

Cheng Che's tone was still somewhat unhappy. If they were really just an ordinary fan and idol, how could he send her a gift by international express on her birthday, and it had to be a brand she often used.

"Yeah, but I have an identical bag, so why keep it?" Wen Song smiled faintly, "Besides, I don't want to owe anyone a favor for no reason."

Do you owe someone a favor? If it's her and Skyline, it doesn't seem to count...

"Then you don't like it?" Cheng Che put his arms around her waist, lowered his head and approached her and asked.

"Yes, I don't like it." Wen Song smiled and said to him, "I don't know why he suddenly gave me a birthday present, but I won't accept it. So, don't worry about it, okay?"

"So do you prefer the one he gave you or the one I gave you?"

"Of course it's you, you're such an idiot." Wen Song laughed dumbly, stretched out his hand and patted him on the head gently, "Even if you don't give me anything, I still like you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Cheng Che picked her up in a princess hug with one hand, and with his other hand he "conveniently" lit the incense on the cabinet.

"What?" Wen Song guessed his intention, and although he asked in an accusatory tone, his hands naturally wrapped around his neck.

"You promised me yesterday, and I want to fulfill it now."