After Ai’ai left, the waiter quickly brought dinner in.
Sheng Tang ordered a plate of boiled vegetables and two boiled eggs. She had also ordered three or four other dishes, which she didn’t touch, and only ate the egg whites from the eggs.
She peeled the yolk out and asked Gu Jiahui, "Do you want it?"
Gu Jiahui: "..."
Honestly, from childhood to now, he has never eaten soone else’s leftovers.
At his aunt’s house, he was the youngest, and only Cheng Lichuan ate what he had left over; as for his own ho, he was ostensibly the only young master, and the servants wouldn’t just toss egg yolks to him.
So, when Sheng Tang, as if feeding a pig, handed him what she wouldn’t eat, Gu Jiahui instinctively paused.
Sheng Tang spoke as if it was obvious, "It’s quite nutritious, don’t waste it."
Gu Jiahui picked it up and ate it, almost choking.
"Eating eggs but not the yolk, what kind of habit is that?" He took a sip of water, finally breathing more easily.
Sheng Tang: "I’m afraid of getting fat."
"So you want to get fat instead?"
"You don’t have to be on cara, just eat normally." Sheng Tang said, "Here, have another one."
She tossed the other yolk into his bowl.
Gu Jiahui: This is absolutely unreasonable.
This woman is pushing her luck.
Thinking this, he still picked up the yolk and ate it, finding it sowhat tasty.
He might have Stockholm syndro, enjoying being mistreated.
After eating, Sheng Tang asked him, "Do you want your own room?"
Gu Jiahui chose this mont to display his irrationality.
"No need."
"I noticed you seem uncomfortable sleeping with soone else," Sheng Tang stated truthfully, "In Beijing, that ti, you spent the whole night on the outer room sofa, right?"
Gu Jiahui: "..."
So she knew.
Indeed, this woman is never clueless, she knows everything clearly. It’s just that she pretends not to know when there’s no need to ntion it.
Gu Jiahui pondered for a mont, "I’ll stay here, and I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight."
"How about I sleep on the sofa tonight," Sheng Tang suggested, "After all, this sofa is quite small, I’m much smaller than you."
Gu Jiahui glanced at her.
"Alright," he agreed, unimpressed.
In the evening, Sheng Tang sat on the bed reading her script, occasionally showing a bit of simulation, as if going through the scenes to be fild the next day.
Gu Jiahui sat at the computer desk handling so work.
He even had a short eting with his company halfway through, lasting about twenty minutes.
Sheng Tang kept silent, not disturbing him.
Around eleven at night, Sheng Tang felt a bit sleepy and voluntarily went out, bringing a quilt and pillow to sleep on the sofa.
She fit perfectly, could stretch her limbs, and even turn over.
She quickly found a comfortable position and drifted into dreamland.
Gu Jiahui took a shower, ca out, and noticed she was already asleep, having turned off the living room light.
The only light in the room was a sliver from the open door.
In the dark, he walked up to Sheng Tang on the sofa, looking down at her for a while.
He seed very much to want to reach out and touch her cheek. The urge was strong, but he clenched his fingers, fought it off.
Gu Jiahui never did anything unnecessary.
His life is like a straight line, always following the plan without deviation.
eting Sheng Tang changed a lot, but overall, things were still under control.
He didn’t need to lose control anymore.
That night, he still didn’t sleep well, constantly worried if Sheng Tang was comfortable on the sofa outside.
She had filming the next day and was busy with work; if she wasn’t comfortable, it probably wouldn’t do her mood and condition any good.
Gu Jiahui hesitated for a long ti, and at around one in the morning, he got up, quietly carried Sheng Tang back to the bed, and still slept on the sofa himself.
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