Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

It started raining heavily outside while they were having dinner, and there was no sign of it stopping, so Gu Ling took the opportunity to stay at Song Qiaoyang's house.

At night, Gu Ling in the guest room was awakened by a thunder. She opened her eyes in a daze and turned on the desk lamp. Thinking of Song Qiaoyang next door, she got up and prepared to go see him, when there was a knock on the door.

Song Qiaoyang stood at the door in his pajamas, without his glasses, and tilted his head. He said, "Why are you here?"

Gu Ling: ...

Good, this guy just has amnesia.

Gu Ling told Song Qiaoyang what happened during the day. Song Qiaoyang curled her lips and said, "You are lying. I didn't see you during the day. Sister, lying is not good."

A question mark slowly appeared above Gu Ling's head. Only then did she realize that Song Qiaoyang's expression and behavior were a little strange, like a child.

"How old are you?"

Song Qiaoyang held up three fingers and raised his chin slightly: "I'm amazing. I'm three years old this year."

Well, it’s not amnesia, it’s just that I turned into a child.

Rumbling--

Thunder sounded, and Gu Ling subconsciously looked at Song Qiaoyang. He was stunned for a moment, then walked over, held Gu Ling's hand, and patted Gu Ling's head gently: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

After Song Qiaoyang entered the room, he followed his subconscious memory and turned on the switch of the guest room, and the room suddenly became bright.

He stared at Gu Ling's face for a while, then suddenly moved forward, with the tips of their noses touching. Then he distanced himself again, and tears instantly filled his eyes.

Song San Sui cried and said, "Sister, my eyes are broken and I can't see clearly."

Gu Ling found it a little funny, so he wiped his tears, coaxed him a few words, and then took people to his room to look for his glasses.

After putting on his glasses, Song Qiaoyang finally stopped crying. He fiddled with his glasses with some curiosity, pulling the chain hanging on them from time to time.

His movements were a bit rough. Gu Ling was afraid that he would break his glasses, so he held his hand and said, "If you break them, you won't be able to see clearly."

"Oh." He was quiet for two minutes and then started talking to Gu Ling, dancing with excitement, "Sister, you are awesome. I woke up from my sleep and I was no longer in the small dark room."

Gu Ling understood. It seemed that Song Qiaoyang’s memory was connected to the last dream.

Gu Ling felt a little sleepy and nodded perfunctorily, but he couldn't tell. He became more and more excited as he talked. After talking for a while, he felt a little thirsty and begged Gu Ling to pour him some water.

Three-year-old Song Qiaoyang is a pampered kid. He won’t drink cold food, hot food or plain water. He only wants to drink milk, and he wants a specific brand.

Gu Ling placed a cup of hot milk in front of him and said coldly: "Drink it."

Children are very sensitive to adults' emotions. Song San Sui thought of Gu Ling's fighting ability and was still a little afraid of him, so he picked up the cup and started drinking milk.

Song Qiaoyang has been a slow eater since he was young, and it takes him more than ten minutes to drink a small cup of milk.

Gu Ling was drowsy. When she heard Song San Sui calling her again, her irritability just rising was extinguished.

A wet, milky kiss fell on her cheek. Song Qiaoyang smiled sweetly and acted coquettishly towards her: "Thank you, sister. I like you the second most in the world."

The adult version of Song Qiaoyang is like the first snow in winter when he is not smiling, with a slight chill. When he smiles, his smile is always shallow, like a pool of lake water rippled by the spring breeze.

Song San Sui smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits. The chain on his glasses frame was always shaking with a huge amplitude, and his lips were moist, like a rose covered with morning dew.

Gu Ling took a tissue to wipe his mouth and asked, "I'm second, who's first?"

"Milk." He spread his arms and gestured, "I love milk very very very much."

Gu Ling didn't expect that he lost to milk.

She laughed. She couldn't do anything about this squeamish girl, so she imitated his tone and said, "I'm super super super sleepy now. Can I go to bed now?"

Song Sansui stood up and ran to the bed, opened the quilt, climbed onto the bed first, and then waved to Gu Ling: "Let's sleep together, I'm a very good sleeper."

Gu Ling was a little hesitant. Seeing Song Sannian's tears falling, and feeling really sleepy, he turned off the lights and lay down on the bed, not forgetting to take off Song Qiaoyang's glasses.

Song Sannian's tears stopped as he said so. He naturally went into Gu Ling's arms and kissed her on the cheek: "Good night, sister."

"Ah."

Song San Sui raised his voice and said again: "Good night, sister."

Gu Ling held the back of his head and said, "Good night, good night, go to sleep."

He was a little unhappy: "Sister should say goodnight baby and give a goodnight kiss."

Little brats have so many things to do.

Gu Ling kissed his forehead: "Good night, baby."

Gu Ling pressed his head into his arms and said kindly, "If you don't go to sleep, I'll beat you up."

So Song Sannian settled down.

The next morning, Song Qiaoyang woke up in Gu Ling's arms again. He didn't say anything, but just looked at Gu Ling quietly. Suddenly, he had a feeling that time was peaceful and quiet.

My eyes were suddenly covered by a hand, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Your gaze is disturbing me."

Song Qiaoyang blinked, and his eyelashes brushed across Gu Ling's palm, bringing an itch.

"I can't see clearly, and why are my eyes so noisy?"

"Why are you looking even though you can't see clearly?" Gu Ling moved his hand away.

I want to see it even though I can't see it clearly.

Song Qiaoyang changed the subject: "Why are you in my room?"

Gu Ling has gotten used to scoring three goals.

She straightened up and looked into Song Qiaoyang's eyes. Those eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist, hazy and blurred.

Her fingertips traced the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye: "You really don't remember?"

Song Qiaoyang frowned slightly, with an apologetic look on his face: "Sorry, I don't remember. I apologize if I have offended you in any way."

He became the rational and mature Song Qiaoyang again.

He should have seen what he looked like last night.

"Yesterday you cried and called me sister, and insisted on sleeping with me, and even asked for a goodnight kiss."

Song Qiaoyang opened his eyes wide, his mouth slightly opened, and the soft tip of his tongue was faintly visible.

He denied it outright: "Impossible."

Gu Ling tapped his lips: "You drank a glass of milk yesterday."

Song Qiaoyang felt something strange in his mouth. He clearly brushed his teeth last night.

In his heart, he believed Gu Ling's words a little, but he couldn't accept it and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Gu Ling's hair fell and it tickled Song Qiaoyang's face. He realized the intimacy between the two of them belatedly and turned his face slightly: "You get up first."

I feel shy now. Wasn't it quite natural when I invited someone to sleep with me yesterday?

Gu Ling didn't sleep well yesterday because of Song San Sui, and wanted to take revenge. Not only did he not leave, he also pressed down and put his lips close to Song Qiaoyang's ear.

The hot and humid air flowed through the cartilage of the ear, and the ambiguous words were wrapped in honey: "Don't you want a good morning kiss?"

Song Qiaoyang felt like half of his body was numb. He suddenly closed his eyes, as if he was afraid to face it.

Gu Ling was satisfied and was about to get up when she was suddenly held by the waist. She heard Song Qiaoyang's vague words: "Good morning kiss."

If the person you like asks you if you want a good morning kiss, of course you will say yes.

We have slept in the same bed before, so it’s not too much to ask for a kiss, right?

The hand on his waist was very warm. Song Qiaoyang closed his eyes. Gu Ling couldn't see his eyes and felt a little regretful for some reason.

She lowered her head and kissed the teardrop mole at the corner of Song Qiaoyang's eye, and said softly, "Good morning."

The soft touch passed by the corner of his eyes in a flash, and the familiar breath disappeared in an instant. When Song Qiaoyang opened his eyes, Gu Ling had already entered the bathroom.

His fingers brushed across the corners of his eyes and then fell to his lips, and he felt inexplicably lost.

He got out of bed, opened the curtains, and the sunlight poured in.

Oh, it's a nice day today.

He took out his cell phone to check the weather forecast, and when he saw the lightning warning for the evening, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

I hope the weather forecast is accurate.

Although he would lose his memory of the night, he believed that he would never harm himself, and waking up in Gu Ling's arms every day was a good thing, wasn't it?

His eyes fell on the bathroom door again.

I've hugged you, slept with you, and kissed you. So it's not too much to ask for the identity of your official boyfriend, right?

"Gu Ling."

The affectionate words diffused in the sunlight.

Both of them had things to do today, so they left one after another after breakfast. Because of the weather forecast, Gu Ling returned to Song Qiaoyang's house as usual in the evening.

As soon as she entered the door, a paper plane flew in front of Gu Ling, and she saw some familiar words with her sharp eyes.

Gu Ling's heart skipped a beat. He picked up the paper airplane and opened it. He found that it was her script.

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"Song! Qiao! Yang!"