After saying goodbye to Cheng Yanmo, Mu Qiu went home. In the shower, she washed her hair by the way. She took off her headscarf and found a hair dryer to dry her hair. Opening the drawer, Mu Qiu reached for the hair dryer, but his eyes were taken away by the soft ruler next to the hair dryer.
Thinking of the post I saw before, and I don't know what form it was, Mu Qiu took out the soft ruler, pulled it away, and compared it.
Mu Qiu dropped the ruler with a whoosh, his heart beating wildly. "
Song Ci took off his neck brace today. On the way home, Han Zhan couldn't help but glance at Song Ci's neck several times while waiting for the red light. Such a fair neck can easily leave his mark
Han Zhan's gaze was too aggressive, and Song Ci felt restless when he noticed it. She knew that it must be past midnight tonight before she could go to sleep. Thinking of what would happen later, Song Ci was both afraid and looking forward to it.
Brother Han is skilled and physically strong. Song Ci likes to be close to Han Zhan. However, too much physical strength is not a good thing.
As the car drove into the underground garage, Han Zhan and Song Ci unbuttoned their seat belts and got out of the car without saying a word, and entered the elevator one after the other. Song Ci stood near the elevator door, and Han Zhan leaned back slightly.
Song Ci stared at the reflective wall of the elevator, and saw that Han Zhan behind him had been staring at his body, as if looking at his own belongings, with domineering and deep eyes. The elevator was slowly ascending, Song Ci and Han Zhan still had no conversation, but an invisible flame was burning and roasting inside the elevator car.
The longer the silence now, the more shocking the explosion will be later.
The elevator finally stopped at Han Zhan's door.
The house Han Zhan bought is one elevator for one household. The elevator leads directly to his door, and the hallway from the elevator belongs to his home. The two stepped out of the elevator, with Song Ci in the front and Han Zhan in the back.
Song Ci took out the key in the bag and opened the door. As soon as the key was inserted into the keyhole, a pair of strong iron arms hugged her waist. Song Ci's ear was held by Han Zhan.
After being stimulated, Song Ci's scalp became numb and her hands trembled. She opened the lock tremblingly, and as soon as she opened the door, Han Zhan pushed her body from behind and fell into the room.
Song Ci almost fell, but Han Zhan, who had long hands and feet, grabbed his waist again. After a whirlwind, Song Ci's back was against the wall, and she looked up at Han Zhan's eyes full of suggestive desire, secretly startled.
"Brother Han." She swallowed subconsciously. Pointing to the second floor, Song Ci said, "Go to the second floor?"
"No."
Han Zhan suddenly picked up Song Ci and led her to the French window of the living room. Putting Song Ci down, Han Zhan opened the curtains, and the bustling night scene slowly unfolded at their feet.
Han Zhan said beside her: "Cibao, I will have fun with you tonight."
Upon hearing this, Song Ci's legs softened.
Looking at the gorgeous night lights, Song Ci's heart felt slightly warm. She couldn't help but think about the first day when she followed Han Zhan home, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and made fun of Han Zhan like an old driver.
At that time, Song Ci was confident that Han Zhan would not really touch her, so he was confident. But now it's time for real swords and guns to play, and Song Ci is discouraged.
"Scared?" Han Zhan asked deliberately.
Stimulated by Han Zhan, Song Ci suddenly became rebellious, and uttered cruel words with great backbone: "Whoever is afraid is a dog!"
After a long time, the enthusiasm gradually calmed down. Every bone in Song Ci's body exuded a lazy and powerless atmosphere. Her head lay on Han Zhan's pillow, her short hair was under her head, and her ears were slightly red.
Han Zhan brought a glass of warm water, coaxed Song Ci to drink it, and deliberately teased her: "Porcelain dog, drink water."
Song Ci: ""
"I'm your porcelain treasure before going to bed, and I'm your porcelain dog after you go to bed. Brother Han, you are too realistic." Song Ci gave Han Zhan a hard look, then opened his mouth to cover the rim of the cup, and took a sip. Drooling.
The throat that had cried and shouted was moistened with warm water, and it felt much more comfortable.
Han Zhan grinned.
Song Ci felt that her lips were a bit dry, so she murmured, "Where's my lip mask?"
Han Zhan asked her, "Which one is?"
Song Ci closed her eyes and said, "The most exquisite and compact one, the dark green one."
"Let me see." Han Zhan put down his water glass, went to Song Ci's dressing table, searched in the drawer, and found two small dark green jars. He said, "There are two, both dark green."
Song Ci: "One is eye cream and the other is lip mask."
Han Zhan simply took both of them. Song Ci opened his eyes and pointed to one of them. Han Zhan handed it to her, but Song Ci stuffed the lip mask into Han Zhan's right hand, and she said, "You can wipe it on for me."
Han Zhan took off his gloves and prosthetics, and could only pinch the lip membrane with his thumb and the remaining two fingers. He glanced at Song Ci and agreed, "Okay."
Song Ci lay directly on Han Zhan's lap. She still felt dissatisfied and said, "Your muscles are too hard, it would be better if they were softer."
Han Zhan told her: "Many men don't pay attention to fitness and exercise, and they start to gain weight after thirty. Do you like fatter ones?"
Song Ci thought about Han Zhan's appearance after gaining weight.
He is already tall, and then he is fat
Sitting in the car, the wheels will probably be deflated. Press on her, she will probably die.
Song Ci quickly shook her head, "It's better to be stronger."
Han Zhan chuckled.
He carefully applied Song Ci's lip mask, although it was the first time he did such a thing, his movements were not clumsy. After wiping, Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's eyelashes. She closed her eyes, and her curled eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on her eyes.
Han Zhan brushed Song Ci's eyelashes with his fingertips.
Song Ci said: "It's all your fault. It's not good to hate anything, but I hate long hair. If my hair is still there, it will be comfortable to the touch." Speaking of hair, Song Ci felt blocked.
Han Zhan also knew that he was in the wrong, he didn't compete with Song Ci, he just praised sincerely: "You look good like this."
Song Ci snorted proudly, and she said, "No, I'm Song Ciye. I've been the school belle since high school. A few years ago, the university league voted for the most beautiful school belle, and I was always at the top of the list."
Han Zhan pretended to be surprised, "Oh? Is it so powerful?"
"Yeah, marrying a beautiful and young girl like me, Brother Han, you should laugh while sleeping."
Han Zhan was amused by Song Ci. "Yes, I, the toad, ate the swan meat."
Knowing that Han Zhan was just making herself happy, but hearing him belittle herself, Song Ci felt uncomfortable again.
Song Ci suddenly opened her eyes, and took a serious look at Han Zhan. She touched Han Zhan's face, but said, "I'm the one who cheated on you." In terms of status and financial resources, how could Song Ci be worthy of him.
It was she who was reborn once, and after knowing Han Zhan's true identity, she purposely got close to Han Zhan, and then got close to the long leg before others. Without the golden finger of rebirth, Song Ci and Han Zhan would always be two strangers.
(end of this chapter)