"Oh oh." Song Xiyun got up from the sofa, slowly tidied up his clothes, "Coming."
The living room to the door is just a short walk.
Jiang Nian stepped out the door. He glanced back at Xiao Song and quietly asked, "Aren't you going to say something?"
"Huh?" Song Xiyun looked confused.
"Never mind." Jiang Nian waved his hand, turned around to leave, then thought for a moment, and thoughtfully said goodnight.
Song Xiyun was pleasantly surprised, and awkwardly responded.
"Oh... oh oh, okay."
Clank, the door closed.
It's late at night, close to one in the morning.
Jiang Nian was bent over his desk, working through problems, burning the midnight oil. His phone buzzed; a message from Xu Qianqian.
"Still awake?"
"Nope."
"Oh, staying up so late?" Xu Qianqian said, "If you're having insomnia, I suggest you count dumplings."
Jiang Nian: "Working on problems."
"So studious."
