She Really Hates

Does this question matter? At least it is very important to Meng Xi.

Probably due to some historical reasons, although Song Zhiyi's performance was obvious, Meng Xi would not feel at ease without her clear statement.

And Song Zhiyi was slightly startled by the question.

"…Why do you ask?"

"Because you never said it." Meng Xi looked serious, she couldn't tell whether she was complaining or acting like a spoiled child, she said with reason, "You only said that you would misunderstand, ask me what I think, whether I like you or not, What kind of relationship do we have... but you haven't told me yet, do you like me?"

Song Zhiyi said: "I thought, I've been obvious enough..."

"Do you like me?"

"…"

Meng Xi's eyes were very direct, as if he wanted to look into her eyes and dig out the most real part, in order to torture her mind.

Song Zhiyi's lips moved, but she couldn't make a sound under the gaze.

Like it? like.

But this silent, turbulent emotion, like strangling her throat, made it impossible for her to say it so easily.

Meng Xi was waiting for an answer.

The longer Song Zhiyi hesitated, the more nervous she became, and her confidence that she had been sure of could no longer be stabilized - if Song Zhiyi told her that it was a misunderstanding before, then...

Then she won't let it go!

"...More than just liking."

Song Zhiyi finally spoke up.

Her voice was soft and clean, but at this moment, it seemed that every word had weight and fell heavily.

"Meng Xi... I love you."

Meng Xi was stunned for a moment.

She now knows exactly what kind of feelings she has for Song Zhiyi.

It's a feeling that I miss when I can't see her, I don't care all the time, I want to hug her, kiss her, and even a simple name can touch my heart... This is love. She likes Song Zhiyi.

Like and love, there seems to be little difference.

But the word "love" seems to be inherently heavier, and it is difficult to say it easily.

But Song Zhiyi said it.

She stood there, wearing a pure white evening dress, her bare skin was also snow-white, and she was lustrous and flawless.

This plain color looks dull to others, but she is like an elf transformed from ice and snow. The creature in fantasy should not exist in reality. What keeps her in the world is the emotion in those eyes, like the undulating sea in the wind and rain.

Meng Xi realized that she was serious.

"Then Miss Song, do you want to... um, consider being my girlfriend?"

Meng Xi couldn't help sitting up straighter, she used a slightly frivolous tone to dispel the solemnity in the air, and then said, "I'm very serious about it. It's more serious than the engagement ceremony that may be being held below— I will never accept those fooling excuses for breaking up. I like you, and if I want to be with you, I will overcome all problems instead of giving up halfway when I encounter difficulties. Unless, one day, you tell me that you have changed your mind ... Song Zhiyi, are you listening?"

Meng Xi couldn't help calling her.

Song Zhiyi seemed to have just regained his senses and opened his mouth: "...So you agreed?"

"You should promise me."

Meng Xi was originally a little unhappy that she was still distracted at this time, but when she heard this sentence, her heart sank.

She deliberately said, "Did you listen to me just now? You are not allowed to break up with me when you are in a relationship."

Song Zhiyi looked at her and suddenly laughed slowly. "I can't ask for it," she said softly.

Meng Xi had nothing to say. She and Song Zhiyi looked at each other for a moment, then cleared their throats: "Then we count as being together?"

"Oh, yes."

They looked at each other for a while, one sitting, one standing, no one moved.

After a long time, Meng Xi said, "It doesn't feel real."

Yeah, it's like dreaming. Song Zhi thought. She felt that at this moment, she was like an empty beach after the tide receded.

She looked at Meng Xi, and after the dust settled, she seemed to relax a little unconsciously. She had been sitting by the bed a moment ago, but now she moved inside, her slender legs crossed.

Those bright eyes looked here, and the black and white eyes seemed to be thoughtful.

This person... is now her treasure.

At this moment, Song Zhiyi suddenly realised this matter. The belated joy, like a swept ocean wave, drowned her without question.

Song Zhiyi still stood still.

Meng Xi has decided to do something that he wanted to do but couldn't do before.

She originally wanted to stand up, but considering Song Zhiyi's intentions when she put cold compresses on her, although she didn't think there was anything wrong with that degree of sprain, she still planned to use her feet less so that she could recover well.

Meng Xi thought about it and said, "Come here, aren't you tired standing there?"

Song Zhiyi came over obediently.

Meng Xi supported the bed with her knees, spread her hands when she walked to the edge of the bed, pretended to be calm and coughed, "Come and hug?"

Song Zhiyi couldn't help laughing slightly when she looked at her little friend who was about to hug her. Before Meng Xi turned her face, she stepped forward and hugged her.

Mint scented body wash fragrance.

When he entered the room, Meng Xi faintly smelled it, probably because Song Zhiyi stayed here for two days, so he left this faint aroma, especially on the bed.

But now, it clearly wraps Meng Xi with a warm and soft touch.

They were close together, as if to confirm her existence, Song Zhiyi buried in her shoulders and slowly tightened her arms.

Meng Xi's waist hurt a little, but she didn't want to break free.

After getting close like this, Meng Xi didn't really feel how slender Song Zhiyi was until there was no distance at all—she was already a thin body, and Song Zhiyi was a circle thinner than her.

Is it because you usually choose this and that, and you are not eating well?

Meng Xi scattered her thoughts in a random manner and stroked Song Zhiyi's thin back.

"...It feels real."

No one spoke for a long time. When he spoke again, Meng Xidu was taken aback by the gentleness in his voice.

Song Zhiyi said, "It's not enough..."

Where is not enough?

Song Zhiyi relaxed his arms, opened a little distance, and looked at Meng Xi from a very close position.

Meng Xi could feel her shallow breath brushing across her cheeks, and she could see the thin fluff on her face, as well as the long eyelashes that shrouded her eyes.

She kissed.

It was a kiss so tender that it seemed reverent. It's not short-lived, but it's just a taste.

Meng Xi didn't have time to be nervous or shy. But for a moment, she felt that Song Zhiyi was kissing on the tip of her heart, with a kind of soothing power that made her heart tremble slightly.

Song Zhiyi slowly left.

The dry rose color on her lips was now stained with Meng Xi's lipstick, and the fine gold powder glittered seductively in the moist water.

Meng Xi stared at her for a while, grabbed her body that was about to retreat, put her other hand on the back of her neck, raised her head and kissed her back.

The hands around her waist clenched instantly.

The cushion was very soft, and Meng Xi's knees sank softly. Her original height advantage was gone, and she was even shorter than Song Zhiyi. When asking for breath, she could only hook her neck.

The black and supple hair was draped around her arm, and some of it was pressed down. Meng Xi didn't dare to exert any force on her hand, for fear that it would hurt her, but her lips and teeth were entangled in her.

The other party responded softly and meticulously.

…

When they parted, both fell on the quilt, breathing unevenly.

Song Zhiyi's clear eyes were misty at this time, and the ends of the eyes were slightly red, like the bright color of Begonia's first bloom.

The lipstick is completely rubbed off.

Meng Xi looked at her moist red lips, couldn't help but took another bite and commented, "You can try the fruit flavor next time."

Song Zhiyi: "...Do you like it?"

Including the drunken day, this is the second time Meng Xi has mentioned fruity lip gloss.

But to say that she likes it, but I don't usually see her paint it.

Meng Xi played a hooligan seriously: "It should still taste like chemicals. But the smell is sweet, and if you smell it, kissing will also be sweet."

Song Zhiyi: "…"

Meng Xi's face was not as thick as the city wall. After speaking, when he met Song Zhiyi's eyes, his ears, which were hidden in his hair, turned red.

But she didn't look away, she just watched, and touched Song Zhiyi's lips with her fingers.

"Did I bite it that day too?"

She was talking about the wound on Song Zhiyi's mouth the day after she was drunk.

Song Zhiyi held her messy hand, pursed her lips and smiled helplessly: "Yes, Mr. Meng with sharp teeth and sharp mouth."

"Then you still scold me as a puppy."

"How can you scold yourself so hard?"

"cough…"

Of course, Meng Xi still remembered what she said at that time, but she didn't know that she bit her.

It's amazing to think about, did she like Song Zhiyi so much at that time?

They just fell on the bed and looked at each other face to face for a while.

Meng Xi didn't want to get up at all, and said, "If you go down now, maybe you can catch up with the end of the engagement ceremony."

"do you want to go?"

"It doesn't matter if you go or not, I just want to stay with you." Meng Xi took advantage of the situation and began to speak sweetly.

"Then we'll be together."

Song Zhiyi took her hand, and the brows in his eyes were filled with a smile as soft as water waves.

Meng Xi kissed her contentedly.

What are the two doing together?

After temporarily passing the addiction to kissing and hugging, Meng Xi found his mobile phone: "I just have time to line up two, I haven't finished my daily screenings today."

Song Zhiyi had no opinion.

Anyway, as long as you are with her, you can do anything. Besides, Meng Xi was still playing games on her lap.

However, Meng Xi just liked to mention a little girlfriend, and she was obviously not in a good state.

First, they played a four-player standard field in a double row, and the other two teammates were random. Meng Xi and Song Zhiyi were next to each other, and they didn't need to start the team voice, they could communicate as they wanted.

It's not uncommon for scattered platoons to encounter autistic teammates, and it's not uncommon for them to close up and fight each other. Meng Xi has a girlfriend by her side, and her desire to communicate is greatly reduced. She doesn't speak when her teammates don't speak.

But Song Zhiyi was obviously not like that.

It is meaningless to fight alone in the early stage of the four-player field. If you want to win, you must unite your teammates. And the hacker profession she plays is the most in need of communication, from time to time she has to open the microphone to communicate and command with her teammates.

Meng Xi was interrupted several times talking to her, so it's hard to say that we will leave them alone and play by ourselves. After all, save others by herself, if she encounters this kind of dog couple, she will definitely pull black and report one train.

Besides, she could see that Song Zhiyi's success in this game was unsurprisingly important. As long as she can win, she won't let herself lose.

Meng Xi can't say that she was not having a good time, she was just dissatisfied with the interruption of the sticky two-person world... But she was the first to propose playing games. What does it mean to smash yourself in the foot, that's it.

In the second round, there were people who flirted with Song Zhiyi when she heard her good voice. If it weren't for the teammate's immunity in this broken game, Meng Xi would have made him the first soul to be shot at the beginning of the game.

When he won, Meng Xi realized that there was really no love in e-sports.

She immediately changed the double field.

Song Zhiyi said: "The double field can't complete the daily tasks, right?"

"But you don't talk to me seriously when there are others." Meng Xi hugged her hand and sighed bitterly, "Comrade Xiao Song, you can't do it. How can you be so inattentive when it comes to dating? Is it important to have an object in a game? ?"

Meng Xi never thought that one day he would say such a thing. When asked this question before, she always answered at the speed of light, "What kind of object has a game to play?".

Song Zhiyi couldn't help laughing, and wanted to coax her: "Of course not, you are the most important."

Meng Xi was satisfied.

The two entered the picture, including them, a lot of couples in the double field are young couples.

Meng Xi, the game producer, suddenly remembered after killing a pair of desperate couples with a couple ID couple avatar couple title couple outfit: "Yes, this game can also be tied to couple accounts. Let's get one too."

Of course Song Zhiyi would not refuse.

In order to increase the stickiness of the game, "Survivor" has done a good job of social functions.

Teaming up with friends will increase the intimacy value, and when they reach a certain level, they can be bound to each other as close friends or lovers.

Meng Xi and Song Zhiyi play games together almost every day, and the intimacy value is of course long enough.

After being bound as a couple, there will be an additional "love value", which is the same as the intimacy value. If the love value reaches a certain level, you can buy shopping mall props, customize exclusive titles such as "XX of XX", and hang the sparkle of Bling Bling on the character's head-Meng Xibai is bought, this kind of thing that will reveal the position, she Consistent with Song Zhiyi's opinion, entering the game will never be on the head; and when the love value rises to full, you can also buy a variety of couple skins in the mall, which can trigger special interactive actions when forming a team.

Meng Xi and Song Zhiyi have just been bound, and of course the love value is not enough - but this is not a problem for krypton gold players.

Meng Xi sent a wave of gifts from the mall, and the system announcement swiped the public channels, and the following were all "66666", "local tyrants seeking support", "rich woman, rice and rice". With such a big movement, the news of Han Yuming flew over immediately.

[Almighty Xiao Ming: Sister, are you two hiding upstairs to open the dark? ? outrageous]

[Almighty Xiao Ming: Do you remember to take me with you in the future, please]

Meng Xi was speechless.

She felt that as the male protagonist of the engagement ceremony, it would be even more outrageous that he still had time to pay attention to the game.

She decided to solve him in one sentence.

[Meng Xi: Congratulations on your appointment as a great prophet, Song Zhiyi and I are together]

【Almighty Xiao Ming:…】

[Almighty Xiao Ming: ? ? ? ? 】

[Almighty Xiao Ming: No, what happened in this short period of time? Did you mean what I meant? I'm going to be stabbed tonight? 】

Meng Xi was overwhelmed by his question marks.

But now who has time for him. Meng Xilai continued to play two games on Song Zhiyi. The sequelae of staying up late last night manifested, blinking her eyes and starting to feel sleepy.

"are you sleepy?"

"One thing..." Meng Xi put down the phone, turned over, hugged Song Zhiyi's waist, and said muffled, "I slept too late yesterday."

"Xiaoyi should have arranged rooms for all the guests." Song Zhiyi lowered her head and stroked her hair, "I'll call a servant to bring you there."

"...Can't I sleep here?"

Meng Xi turned his head slightly, squinted at her from the bottom up, and dragged his voice, "Anyway, there is no need to talk about the distance between friends now, right—"

"You can if you want."

Song Zhiyi only hesitated for a moment, and then agreed. It seemed that after becoming a girlfriend, her tolerance for Meng Xi also increased greatly. She can do whatever she wants.

Meng Xi got up with a smile, kissed her, and called Doraemon Zhu again and asked him to bring a change of clothes. He ran to the bathroom to remove his makeup, and took a shower by the way.

When she came out of the shower, the clothes had been delivered, but Song Zhiyi took a phone call and went out.

Fortunately, Meng Xi was really tired. He fell into a deep sleep within two minutes of lying in bed. He had no other thoughts and would not be disappointed.

When Song Zhiyi came back, he opened the door and saw her peaceful sleeping face.

Meng Xi's sleeping appearance was unexpectedly stable.

She lay obediently under the quilt, her long hair soaked in water vapor spread out on the pillow and curled slightly. The cheeks that have been steamed by the heat are especially tender, and there is a natural blush in the whiteness. The delicate eyebrows are stretched, and the corners of his lips are slightly raised.

—Looking at it this way, it looks like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale.

Will you wake up if you kiss her?

Song Zhiyi thought so, but did not take action, but sat quietly beside the bed for a long time.

Looking at such a place within reach, the real feeling of having her is very clear.

Song Zhiyi stretched out her hand and lingered on her cheek for a while, and finally just gently brushed away the hair on her face.

The next morning, Meng Xi woke up naturally, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling for a long time, and the memories of yesterday slowly returned.

...not a dream.

Song Zhiyi was not beside him.

Meng Xi took out her phone and glanced at the time. It was early six o'clock in the morning... Thanks for her good biological clock. But is it reasonable for a criminal capitalist to get up earlier than most social animals?

Meng Xi sat up from the bed in a puzzled way.

It just so happened that Song Zhiyi walked out of the bathroom after washing up. Seeing her face full of sleeplessness, she asked softly with some concern, "Wake you up?"

"No, I woke up naturally..."

Meng Xi looked at her for a while. I feel that this scene is like any morning after the incident, if she hadn't slept like a dead pig yesterday and didn't even notice when Song Zhiyi came back.

Meng Xi just sat like this, followed Song Zhiyi around the room with his eyesight, and gradually woke up from the dazed state he had just woken up from.

She reached out to get a hug from Song Zhiyi and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, Song Zhiyi had already changed and sat at the desk in front of the window, flipping through a stack of bound A4 papers.

"looking at what?"

Meng Xi hugged her from behind and gave a fresh good morning kiss full of orange toothpaste, "Is it a script, a drama? A musical?"

"The movie script." Song Zhiyi said, "It's the new movie that Director Chu was preparing last time."

"Isn't that refusal?"

"I turned down the role, but he later invited me to be the piano instructor..."

"This kind of work is very troublesome, who took it for you?" Meng Xi was a little dissatisfied.

She didn't understand the rules of the film and television industry, but she also knew that as Song Zhiyi, there was no need for such a job.

And it doesn't do her any good. If the film is done well, she is the icing on the cake - it was taken out to promote the film in the early days; if it is not done well, it will be a disaster, and Song Zhiyi's reputation will be affected.

To do such a thankless task, it would be better to open more concerts.

Meng Xi recalled the last funeral and had some opinions on Song Zhiyi's manager, but this time, she had wronged the wrong person.

Song Zhiyi paused and said, "A friend of mine told me to make peace."

"Friend?" Meng Xi keenly noticed the trace of anomaly, and said alertly, "Wouldn't it be that 'Mr. Qu'?"

Song Zhiyi was really surprised: "You know?"

"…"

Guessing blindly, the result is better not guessing. Meng Xi said unhappily, "Isn't he chasing you? Just chasing people like this, huh, competing with him on the same stage is an insult to me."

Song Zhiyi smiled helplessly: "Who is qualified to compete with you on the same stage? You already won."

Meng Xi was relieved.

Song Zhiyi was too good at coaxing people.

And she said "early won", how "early"? While thinking about it, Meng Xi was still not at ease enough, and sent a message to Xiao Zhu, asking him to check the information about the movie.

If the team is too unreliable, Meng Xi will not let Song Zhiyi get involved.

It didn't take long for Xiao Zhu to send a detailed report back.

"Huh?" Meng Xi flipped through the pages, a little surprised, "This investor seems to be the property of the Tao family?"

Are they interested in the film and television industry?

Meng Xi was not very happy when she thought of the female companion that Tao Fei brought yesterday.

Looking at Wang Lan's appearance, she definitely holds a grudge against Song Zhiyi, the pillow wind will be more or less effective, and it is difficult to guarantee that she will not take this opportunity to embarrass Song Zhiyi.

Meng Xi said, "Is it still pushing?"

Song Zhiyi said: "The contract has been signed. Besides, I am here to repay Mr. Qu's favor."

That's not a good deal to break. Meng Xi could only find a way to find someone to take care of her. She looked at Song Zhiyi's innocent and harmless face, and shook her head helplessly: "Girlfriend, you are too uneasy."

Song Zhiyi: "…"

She realized that this "girlfriend" was calling her, and she was sweet and funny.

"Mr. Tao, for your sake, won't embarrass me too much."

As for Wang Lan, Song Zhiyi could beat her into the mud before, but now she can come a second time.

"Knowing is one thing, worrying is another..." Meng Xi muttered and said worriedly, "You have to call me if there is anything."

"I will," Song Zhiyi could only respond, paused, and called her politely, "...girlfriend."

She couldn't be as natural as Meng Xi, so she couldn't help but lower her voice, as if she was afraid of scaring the butterfly in front of her. In the gentle morning light, such a common name seemed charming.

It's no wonder that since ancient times, the emperor has always wanted to match beautiful women, Meng Xi thought, with such a gentle town, who would want to work.