The breath of Han Zhihui's words lightly and softly sprayed on Cheng Weiwan's lips. It was crisp and itchy, causing Cheng Weiwan to take a breath and make his drooping eyelashes tremble.
It was as if she had been tapped on her acupuncture points. Apart from tightly holding on to the skirt of her clothes, she stood there, not daring to move at all.
She didn't reply to Han Zhihui's words for a long time, but a blush slowly appeared on her cheeks.
"Wanwan..." Han Zhihui spoke again, his tone gentle and gentle, like a lover's murmur: "... If you don't speak, do you think better of it?"
After Han Zhihui finished speaking, he waited for a while and saw that Cheng Weiwan still didn't respond, so he said again: "It's okay, Wanwan, I can wait for you..."
After saying that, Han Zhihui pulled away the lips that were close to Cheng Weiwan's, stretched out his hand, touched Cheng Weiwan's long hair with some affection, then turned his head and looked at the cake beside him. One glance: "Let's cut the cake..."
As Han Zhihui's words settled, Cheng Weiwan raised his eyelids and glanced at the man in front of him.
She clearly saw a hint of disappointment in his eyebrows.
Her heart felt a little painful as if it had been pricked by something.
Han Zhihui took a step back and opened the distance between himself and Cheng Weiwan. He turned around, walked to the dining table, bent down, and just picked up the knife and fork box on the table. Before he could open it, Cheng Weiwan Wan suddenly said: "Han Zhihui."
Han Zhihui turned his head.
The flickering candlelight rendered his silhouette particularly gentle.
Cheng Weiwan stared at his face for a while, then moved his lips again: "Do you... really like me?"
Han Zhihui didn't answer in a hurry. He stared at Cheng Weiwan for a while, put the knife and fork back on the table, and then stepped back in front of Cheng Weiwan.
He stared into her eyes for a few seconds and shook his head: "No."
Cheng Weiwan was stunned.
Han Zhihui's voice soon reached her ears again: "It's not really like it, it's true love."
It's not that I really like it, it's that I really love... These words were like hammers, hitting Cheng Weiwan's heart hard one after another, causing her heart to beat wildly.
She has written many love stories, but she has never written a love story of her own.
She has only one dream, and that is to love only one person in her life.
The reason why she has remained single all these years is that she is waiting for the one person she only loves in her life.
She has been waiting for so many years, is the wait now over
"Han Zhihui, in this life, I only want to fall in love once and fall in love with a man, so do you understand?"
"What a coincidence." Han Zhihui looked sincere and serious, as if he was making a promise, "I only want to fall in love once in my life and love one woman."
Cheng Weiwan said no more, but took a step forward, stood on tiptoes, and kissed Han Zhihui's lips.
Han Zhihui was stunned for a few seconds, then reached out his hand, pressed the back of Cheng Weiwan's head, and deepened the kiss domineeringly.
Her body gradually became soft in his arms.
His hand clasped her waist and began to roam her body through her clothes wantonly.
His palm lit one flame after another on her body, causing her to tremble.
She instinctively raised her hand and grabbed the skirt of his chest.
Her small move made his eyebrows twitch slightly, and the next second, he took off her clothes with great force.