"meeting.?.."

It is not easy to say a simple word, especially for people like Liu Yi, this word is equivalent to a promise. However, after saying it, it seems that it is much relieved. Although there is still a little regret, it is quickly filled. Liu Yi knows that the stuff that is filled in is called responsibility.

Promises are responsible, so Liu Yi never makes promises easily, but as long as he makes promises, he will definitely try his best to do it. Because he always feels that if a person cannot even keep a promise, it will be no different from an animal.

No, to be precise, it's even worse than animals.

Sunny got the expected answer and slept with peace of mind, but Liu Yi couldn't sleep any more. In fact, he was not upset. His relationship with Yoona had been dealt with until now, and he thought that he could do the best. Logically speaking, he could fall asleep. But now he was inexplicably insomnia, and always felt that there was something that had not been done yet. His subconscious mind kept forcing him to think about what this matter was. His brain cells became excited and could not close his eyes.

Sunny's breathing gradually became stable and he entered a state of sleep. Liu Yi gently pulled out his arm and took a pillow for Sunny to pillow. He sat up, frowned and thought about what he had forgotten to do. He must remember it, otherwise it would be over tonight and would never fall asleep in a second. Liu Yi got off the bed, gently pushed open the bedroom door, walked out and closed it carefully, for fear of making a sound to wake Sunny up. Sometimes he hated his obsessive-compulsive disorder, but he had no choice but to develop a habit and couldn't change it.

When he went to the study to find the diary, Liu Yi came to the living room and lay on the sofa. When he got home, he didn't catch the sofa and sat down. Now there was no one, and he could finally lie comfortably enough. As soon as he lay down, he smelled several different scents in his nose. Liu Yi sniffed and suddenly found that he could tell one by one. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. He had never found any specialties in smell before. Could it be that he knew tofu and learned its move?

Liu Yi grabbed two pillows behind his back, opened the diary, and started writing the diary. Suddenly he found something, frowned, and made several pages of it, and sighed helplessly.

There are small English letters written on the corner of the page of the diary, and each page has them. If you turn it over, you will see a sentence of English composed of letters. ‘tiffanylikeliuyi’. You don’t need to think about it, it must have been written by Tiffany the day he lived here. But what if it is true? Liu Yi felt that he had no "unreasonable thoughts" about Tiffany. Even if he got along from scratch, he probably wouldn’t like Tiffany because he didn’t have that feeling. To be precise, he felt like he liked, but he didn’t have the ‘that I want to love’.

Suddenly, Liu Yi felt a little conflicted again. Before being with Sunny, he had no "unreal thoughts" about Sunny, nor "willing love", but now he is not together. He had "unreal thoughts" about Yoona, and "willing love", but in the end he was not together. So this matter cannot be regarded like this. Sometimes, you really have to believe in fate. There are certain deterrences in the dark. It is not that God will send anyone to you if he wants to love. If that is true, the world will be in chaos long ago.

It was already very late. If you record everything in detail, you would have no time to go to bed. Liu Yi wrote down the key points of what happened in the past two days, only he could understand. For example, when beating Li Shengji, he wrote this: "It feels so good to beat him when you get drunk." After writing it, he felt something was wrong, so he changed the "chicken" to "ki". It still seemed wrong. After writing it for a while, he could easily misunderstand it as if he met someone who had met a kid. Liu Yi thought about it, but he gave up rhyme and wrote Li Shengji's full name. He actually didn't like to write Li Shengji's full name. Every time he wrote it, he felt that it was defiled by the diary.

But over the years, he has indeed defiled many times.

I finished writing my diary for two days in half of classical Chinese and half vernacular language, and it was already midnight. Liu Yi put his diary on the coffee table, yawned, and sat up. The most sleepy energy had passed, and now he couldn't sleep. Liu Yi sat there for a while and decided to take advantage of this time to do some serious things and improve the experimental plan for Dongguo University. He had already sorted out half of the information and then finished his other half. It was probably a sleepy bug that came.

Things that can’t be avoided sooner or later, don’t be avoided late. Liu Yi took the diary back to the study room, locked the diary in the drawer, and turned on the computer.

As the keyboard was typing, Liu Yi quickly got into the state. This level of experiment was not difficult for him. What was more troublesome was the aspect of controlling the rhythm. Fang Qiuli meant that it was at least three months, but in Liu Yi's opinion, this kind of experiment was only seven days at most. How to prolong it is the most difficult part for him.

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While Liu Yi racked his brains, Yoona also finished taking a shower and was about to go to bed.

Tofu has almost sobered up, but because of dizziness, he still doesn't want to move. If it were normal, it would have pounced on Yoona.

Yoona got into the quilt and stretched her feet under the tofu belly. It was very warm in winter, and over time, she developed a habit. Tofu raised her eyelids and looked at Yoona, stuck her head to Yoona's ankle, and closed her eyes again.

"Tofu, do you know how to write your name in Chinese characters?" Yuna pointed the iPad at Tofu, pointed to the two crooked words on the writing board and said, "Did you see that the fewer strokes are 'bean', and the more strokes are 'boil'. Don't think that my writing is ugly. Your name has too many strokes, which is really difficult to write."

Tofu squinted his eyes and looked at his name, unable to understand what they had to do with him at all. He lacked interest and closed his eyes again. No matter what Yoona said, it no longer paid attention to it.

"What should I do if I'm so hard to learn? Tofu, you have to read it." Yoona moved her toes, Tofu hummed, rolled out of the bed, fell to the floor with a squeak, and continued to sleep.

"Oh..." Yoona sighed, turned off the iPad, clapped her hands, and turned off the lights from the voice control device.

Yoona turned over and closed her eyes. Suddenly a figure flashed across her head. Yoona pursed her lips and smiled shyly.

"Good night."

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Taeyeon fell asleep, Tiffany put on her coat and got up, and walked to the living room. She couldn't sleep, so she was shaken.

After listening to Sunny's words, Tiffany felt that she had become a bad woman in the Yuehuo drama, betraying friendship and playing with love. Although it was because of the pitiful past, such people were often even more hateful, and once they were discovered by their sisters, the ending would be very miserable.

"I don't want to be a bad woman, I don't want to be a bad woman..." Tiffany sat on the sofa and muttered quietly, suddenly glanced at the balcony, and immediately remembered what he did on the balcony that day.

That time it seemed like it was the first time to hug Liu Yi, and then I fell in love with the feeling of hugging him. Tiffany thought about it and walked over by a terrible reason. Although he didn't have any hope for Liu Yi there, he still had some fantasies.

"The lights are on?" Standing on the balcony, looking over, the lights in the living room were on, Tiffany was immediately delighted. The lights are still on so late, is it because he has a good understanding?

"No, it's impossible." Tiffany shook his head. This possibility is too low. Even if he has the so-called understanding, he should have been with Sunny or Yoona. How could he have with him? But how to explain the lights in the living room? Is it just a coincidence? Or forgot to turn off the lights?

"Send a text message. If there is no reply, go back to sleep." Tiffany said to himself, returned to the living room to find his phone, and sent a text message to Liu Yi.

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Liu Yi was just thirsty and came out to find water to drink. He heard the sound of his cell phone on the coffee table, so he picked it up and took a look.

"No water to drink? Isn't there water in the faucet? It's so cute..." Liu Yi replied to Tiffany, took two bottles of water in the refrigerator, and walked to the balcony.

Tiffany was staring at the screen and waiting. When he saw the three words "come to the balcony", his heart almost burst out of his throat. He was really in tune with each other, and he didn't sleep, and... it was a balcony.

Tiffany put down his phone, wrapped his coat tightly, and ran to the balcony with slippers. He happened to see Liu Yi who arrived simultaneously.

"Water, drink it." Liu Yiyi put a bottle of water on the edge of Sunny's balcony, unscrewed his bottle, and took a big sip.

Tiffany picked up the water bottle, pretended to twist it, and looked at Liu Yi pitifully.

"Can't twist."

"Can't twist it?" Liu Yi looked at Tiffany and said, "You are so spoiled. Take it, I'll twist it for you."

"Yes." Tiffany nodded obediently and handed over the water. Liu Yi reached out to pick it up, but suddenly Tiffany grabbed the sleeve with his other hand.

"Ah, you're crazy, this is the ninth floor..."

“chu~”)
Chapter completed!