Chapter 40：Why Dont You Stay? (2) (1/2)

”Why don't you stay?” Song Sheng asked.

Qian Meigui's lips parted open slightly. How can he say something like that so calm and resolute?

”All right,” she finally answered, ”I'll be back.” Qian Meigui went to the kitchen where she washed Song Sheng's dishes.

She returned to tidy his room, after spending most of the morning tending to him. She returned to her bedroom and changed into a new pair of clothing, knowing that they were going to stay at home all day.

The twins have spent their day at school and would often return home late after studying. They refused to study in Song Rui's library, knowing they would miss their parents.

She wore a pair of satin pink collared shirt and shorts with slippers. Qian Meigui entered the room with a few snacks, where Song Sheng switched on the television to watch a film.

Qian Meigui awkwardly approached the bed, placing the bowl of snacks in between them, and swiftly moved over the covers.

She glanced over at Song Sheng who stared at the television, calm and composed while holding the remote control. She envied his composure, but she was still practicing herself. She stared at Song Sheng, trying to study his expressions.

Song Sheng was still feverish, but judging by his posture, it seemed that he held back what he was feeling. And she wondered why he always did that, especially around her, he never expressed his true feelings.

”Why are you staring so hard?” he asked, concerned, without glancing an eye at her.

After a few moments, there was no answer. Song Sheng turned to face her. Qian Meigui's eyebrows furrowed as if she were concentrating and her cheeks puffed in determination.

Song Sheng chuckled and flicked her forehead. Qian Meigui pouted, ”That hurt, stupid,” she said as she rubbed her forehead.

”You're the stupid one,” Song Sheng answered with a bright smile. His teeth gleamed, his eyes softened, and his one-sided dimple revealed. It felt like decades since she had last seen his genuine smile. It was playful yet warm. She looked at him, entranced, momentarily before she turned to face the television.

”You haven't answered my question,” he pried.

”And you don't need an answer,” she retorted.

”Why not?” he asked playfully.

Qian Meigui's eyes shot at him, ”How do you do it?” she asked, out of the blue.

Song Sheng frowned, ”Do what?”