Fifteen Degrees Part 4

After she finished speaking, the person opposite smiled even more happily. She didn’t find it funny.

“Your taste is quite amusing.” After saying this, he saw that her expression was one of disagreement and asked, “Has anyone ever told you that?”

Shi Yun shook her head.

Wei Cong responded, “Then what did other people say?”

Shi Yun: “I’m difficult to raise.”

It was not a very nice expression, Wei Congying put away the smile on his face after listening to it, and became a little serious and focused: “I feel like I’m going to have to buy an egg white separator later.”

‘Later’.

These were some magic words.

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He laughed: “Jia Baoyu’s first experience of sex.”

My god, he still remembered the chapter name.

Shi Yun put A Dream of Red Mansions back on the shelf, feeling ashamed for him: “That’s enough to anger the author to death.”

“This is called if you want to write a masterpiece that’s handed down from generation to generation, you must mix in the purest reality, and you must add some realistic plots.” Wei Congying joked.

Shi Yun continued to look at his bookshelf, there were many books on it.

“Wei Congying.”

Wei Congying heard her calling himself, and raised his head: “Hm?”

She raised her head as if she was looking for some book.

Shi Yun: “Is there a collection of poems? Or a collection of love poems?”

Wei Congying put down the model parts in his hand, stood up, and repeated her words: “A collection of love poems?”

Shi Yun hummed in agreement and turned around to find that he had already walked beside her. The bookshelf was originally customized according to his height, and he was easily able to look through the books on the top row.

Wei Congying glanced at the books on the bookshelf and pulled out a pink book from the row of books. The edges were gilded in gold, and the binding was very carefully done.

He handed the book to Shi Yun: “This book is full of love poems. As for the rest, there is no special collection of love poems, they’re all poems collected by a poet.”

Shi Yun opened the book in her hand: “I’ll read this one first.”

Even though she said so, Wei Congying still found several books for her and put them next to the sofa. As he stacked several books together, Wei Congying looked at Shi Yun, who was reading. She was reading very quickly, as if she was not reading but looking for something.

But Wei Congying didn’t say anything. After he finished placing the books down, he continued to work on his model.

When his neck started to feel sore, Shi Yun put down the poem anthology in her hand. Judging by her expression, it seemed that this book didn’t suit her ‘tastes’.

Wei Congying put the assembled model on the display shelf, and after a few glances, he closed the sliding door of the display cabinet with satisfaction.

Looking at the person on the sofa, she looked a little disappointed, not the expression one should have after seeing a ‘bad’ book. It seemed that she was disappointed when she didn’t find what she was looking for, but Wei Congying’s attention was not on her unusual expression. Instead, he noticed Shi Yun’s flushed knee.

Of course, he knew why.

Walking to the edge of the sofa, he placed his large palm on top of her head: “Do you want to go sleep?”

Shi Yun raised her head, his palm brushed Shi Yun’s hair and fell on the side of her face. Another question popped into Wei Congying’s mind: “Does your knee hurt?”

It was just a little red and not very painful.

Shi Yun got up from the sofa and followed him into the bedroom again. When she was carried in the first time, she didn’t have the chance to observe carefully. This time, she looked around.

His bedroom was just like his living room.

There were not many pieces of furniture, but there were a lot of things.

She didn’t know if it had anything to do with him having gone to high school in the United States, but the bedroom had a retro-American feel to it.

A projector was placed on top of a large stack of books, and there were several mounted jigsaw puzzles on the floor, The New Yorker and Arboretum. Half of the walnut shelf was filled with books and the other half was filled with perfumes and accessories.

There was a clean ashtray on the bedside table, and the open book under the ashtray was Chandler’s tough guy Marlowe series.

The room looked a bit messy, but there was order in the chaos.

What gave Shi Yun this misconception was that there were at least no dirty clothes strewn about in his room or a stiff sock that had lost its ‘partner’ and was shaken out of the quilt in the middle of the night while sleeping on the bed.

He liked putting a lot of things in his home.

Shi Yun was lying on his overly soft bed, the dumplings and wontons in her stomach were still soaking in stomach acid, probably doing a few rolls and performing some synchronized swimming in her stomach.

To start with, Shi Yun had difficulty sleeping in a bed other than her own, but now she felt so full that she can’t fall asleep anymore. Since she was a child, she’d slept on a hard bed to maintain her posture and because it was good for her body. Of course, the school’s dormitory conditions were not up to the level where she could bring a spring mattress in. So after going to school, she continued to sleep on a plank bed. At the moment, it was simply impossible for her to fall asleep.

Wei Congying played with his mobile phone for a while. The group chat which had several of his childhood friends in it was currently active.

Xiang Shaoyuan and Lin Fang had been trapped in a bar because of the heavy rain, and ran into a few beauties who were together. Now that the rain stopped, they simply continued talking with the beauties. At the moment, they were shaking the people in the group, asking if any of them had gone.

Wei Congying checked the chat history and didn’t reply. Another person who was playing dead in the group was Jiang Xuyang.

After swiping through the chat history, he gradually became sleepy. Just as he was about to put down his phone, he noticed the one beside him was turning from side to side. She was like an ant on a hot pan, tossing and turning like the bed was scalding her butt.

“What’s wrong? You can’t sleep properly?” Wei Congying glanced at the phone’s battery, it was already fully charged, so he unplugged the charger, “Do you want to charge your phone?”

Shi Yun didn’t play much on it. The battery was still enough. After lying down several ways and failing to find a comfortable position, Shi Yun gave up and lay flat: “Don’t you think your bed is too soft? A soft bed is not good for your waist.”

Wei Congying set the pillow and laid down. He laughed out loud when he heard Shi Yun’s words. He lay on his side and looked at the person next to him, and she only left him the side of her face, a face that made people feel pity when she frowned.

Her facial features were charmingly uneven, Wei Congying looked at her, and suddenly admired the correctness of his decision to strike up conversation with Shi Yun. Hearing her say that the soft bed was bad for the waist, he smiled and said with a bit of apathy in his tone, “Good or not, you say so. It hasn’t been too long since your knees turned red from kneeling? Was my waist bad?”