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Feng Yin carried Cheng Yanqiu through the corridor and into his bedroom.

Feng Yin, who was holding Cheng Yanqiu, was a little distracted by the weight in her hands. When there was a touch, she took a nervous breath and looked at Cheng Yanqiu cautiously.

Didn't wake up?

Cheng Yanqiu was very tall and felt a little uncomfortable in Feng Yin's arms.

Feng Yin was so distracted that he didn't notice the door frame. Cheng Yanqiu's head hit it firmly, but he didn't wake up at all?
"Am I that skilled?"

Feng Yin quickly accepted this idea. It seemed that her massage skills were unmatched in the world.

Turning sideways slightly, he carried Cheng Yanqiu in sideways, placed him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

"Good night."

A soft good night was followed by a soft closing of the door.

Cheng Yanqiu, who had his eyes closed on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, grinning, rubbing his head with one hand and smiling bitterly.

"There is actually a bag."

He didn't dare to rub it. If it got bigger tomorrow, Feng Yin would notice it.

Cheng Yanqiu waited quietly on the bed for a while, calculating the time before Feng Yin left. He even turned on his phone to check the surveillance at the door, and happened to see Feng Yin close the door and go out.

Cheng Yanqiu got up from the bed when he saw Feng Yin getting on the elevator, went to the kitchen to get some ice cubes, and put it on his head to apply ice.

Within 24 hours, ice application can effectively reduce redness and swelling for non-bleeding injuries.

Cheng Yanqiu, who was sitting on the bedside applying ice, coughed twice. It was destined to be a sleepless night.

"Fortunately, my acting skills were pretty good and I wasn't discovered."

"wrong!"

Cheng Yanqiu loosened his iced hand a little, his head started to work, and he used his fingers to review the situation just now.

"I didn't wake up. Feng Yin put me on the bed and left. But if I woke up, wouldn't Feng Yin give me another massage? Wouldn't the two of us stay longer?"

Cheng Yanqiu regretted it a little, as he was indeed inexperienced. "Huh? That's not right. If I wake up, Feng Yin will feel guilty. I don't want her to feel guilty, so it's right not to wake up."

Cheng Yanqiu, who was thinking about it over and over, was completely confused. It seemed that anything he could do would work, but it also seemed that nothing he could do would work.

The ice pack continued to be placed on his head. The coolness made him a little awake and his brain IQ improved.

"No, what am I struggling with? It's over. I'm such a fool."

Cheng Yanqiu was amused by his behavior, and he was a little happy with it.

While Cheng Yanqiu was still applying ice, Feng Yin had already finished washing and went to bed.

There is a very basic difference between the two. Once Cheng Yanqiu wakes up, he can never fall back to sleep, but Feng Yin is definitely a typical representative who falls asleep on the pillow.

When Feng Yin woke up at dawn, he received news from Grandma Yun very early that she had arrived at the community.

After Feng Yin replied to a message, he changed his clothes and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Feng Yin greeted the housekeeper on the floor and introduced that Grandma Yun would live with her for a while.

The housekeeper said he knew and remembered it, and gave Grandma Yun a thumb-sized check-in card to facilitate her entry and exit.

At the door of the floor, Feng Yin folded his arms and watched the movers coming and going carrying boxes.

Grandma Yun stayed opposite her, looking better than yesterday.

"No help?"

"You didn't pay?"

"Give it."

Feng Yin put his hands in his pockets and turned around to go upstairs.

"I've been paid, but if I work, isn't that because I'm mentally ill?"

Grandma Yun laughed heartily. She had a hunch that her life would be very interesting in the future.