Picking The Stars (MTL)

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"Why are you not talking anymore?" Song Er came out in a slightly complaining voice.

Pei Ji looked down at her.

Song Wei leaned against the head of the bed. She paused for a few seconds, and then asked, "Or do you find it difficult to make a choice?"

Pei Ji did not tell Song Er of her hesitation and embarrassment: "My answer is of no reference value to you."

Her voice is calm, but the content is very ruthless, as if to say that no matter what she chooses, it has nothing to do with Song Er.

Song Wei raised his head slightly, wanting to look at Pei Ji, but unfortunately there is no light in her eyes. The place where her eyes are directed is Pei Ji's chin: "Your answer is very valuable to me."

Her expression was a bit stubborn, as if Pei Ji had to make it clear.

What's amazing is that with some compelling words like this, Pei Ji didn't feel uncomfortable. Pei Ji just felt very embarrassed. She thought for a long time, but couldn't find suitable words to answer Song Er.

In the end, Song Yi gave in.

"If you don't answer, don't answer it. Anyway, if you don't want to say it, you will definitely not say it." Song Wei tried her best to make herself not look so disappointed, but she was clearly angry.

Pei Ji frowned and called out, "Song Er."

As if blaming her for being so emotional.

Song Er pursed his lower lip, lowered his head, and stubbornly refused to speak.

Pei Ji picked up the egg dish, turned and left. Hearing her step away, Song Wei felt very wronged in her heart. She was willing to talk to the professor about everything, but the professor refused to answer her even a hypothetical question.

"Good night." Pei Ji's voice came from not far away.

Song Wei didn't want to care about her, she was still angry, and she would lose face when she opened her mouth, but as a result, almost as soon as Pei Ji's voice fell, she responded to her: "Goodnight Professor."

Pei Ji opened the door, she walked out and closed the door again.

The sound of closing the door is not heavy, but it reverberates in the small bedroom. Song Wei sighed softly, she tried to persuade herself not to be angry with Pei Ji.

She thought, it's nothing. She likes professors, and of course she will share everything she wants with her. Professors don't like her, and of course they won't discuss with her too much.

They are not equal.

Thinking about it this way, she did not get angry, but she was even more sad.

Pei Ji left Song Er's bedroom. She disposed of the eggs and cleaned the kitchen utensils before going to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, the bathroom was full of steam.

Pei Ji was standing in front of the washbasin and brushing her teeth. She looked up and saw the mirror, which was covered with a vague mist. She wanted to wipe off the mist, but when her fingertips touched the mirror surface, she slowed down. When she reacted, she had already written Song on the mirror surface.

Song You's Song.

Pei Ji retracted her finger, and she blinked her eyes blankly, becoming more and more puzzled. The water vapor again fogged the mirror surface, and the Song character gradually became blurred.

Pei Ji raised his hand again, but stopped when his fingertips touched the mirror surface.

She quickly finished washing up, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes.