Song Ci raised his head and waved to Han Zhan, saying, "Brother Han, come quickly."
Han Zhan strode in. "What are you doing?" Han Zhan stood behind Song Ci, put his hands on the armrests of the chair, and looked down at her every move.
Song Ci looked up at him with a bright smile, a layer of starlight in her eyes, her lips opened and closed to speak, her teeth were white. "I made a list here, you write it down for me."
Han Zhan's eyes stayed on her red lips for a few more seconds before he took the paper and looked down.
It says-
Brother Han's favorite record:
Favorite food:
Disliked food:
hobby:
Dislikes:
Han Zhan asked: "Must it be written?" He has never written this, even when he graduated from high school, he wrote the graduation classmate record, and he did not write it in such detail.
"Yes." Song Ci said, "We are husband and wife, and I always want to understand you."
It is true.
Han Zhan put the paper on the table, and because of his height, he could write with a slight bend. As for Song Ci, even the man and the chair were surrounded by Han Zhan's arms. She lowered her head slightly, and her head was pressed against Han Zhan's chest. Song Ci felt a little uncomfortable at such a close distance.
But Han Zhan's expression was calm, and the tip of the pen traveled on the paper, writing each word in a fluttering manner. Song Ci felt Han Zhan's powerful heartbeat coming from the top of her head, and her heartbeat also became disordered and out of order.
Song Ci tried to focus on the paper, but Han Zhan's presence was too strong for her to ignore him. She could smell the cold breath on Han Zhan's body, and she could kiss Han Zhan's collarbone under the two buttons of his open neckline when he raised his head slightly.
Song Ci grabbed the chair with her fingers, ready to move.
Han Zhan didn't know how confused Song Ci's mind was, so he wrote on the paper one by one -
Favorite food: meat, stinky tofu, coriander, Chinese toon vegetables, steamed eggs, sauced hoof
Disliked food: Mustard mustard, bitter gourd, Japanese ingredients.
Hobbies: shooting, horse riding, racing, bamboo weaving
Dislikes: wasting food
He had just scribbled the word 'thing' for 'wasting food' when suddenly, a breath of hot air hit his face. Han Zhan's eyes moved slightly, he lowered his head and gave Song Ci a warning look, and said, "Don't be skinny."
"Brother Han, can we bring forward what we're going to do tomorrow night to tonight?" Song Ci, who had been silent all this time, threw Han Zhan into a bewilderment when he opened his mouth.
Click!
The nib of the pen was forcefully broken on the A4 paper.
Han Zhan's Adam's apple is big and sexy, it is the strongest shield in front of his throat. At this moment, the shield rolled up and down involuntarily. It was not protecting the throat of its master, but the iron gate of a prison, where the most ferocious beasts were imprisoned.
Song Ci knew what Han Zhan was worried about, she gently tugged on Han Zhan's neckline with her right hand, and said with a blushing face, "We are already husband and wife."
"No regrets?" Han Zhan pressed his nose against Song Ci's forehead, and his restrained voice still couldn't hide his longing.
Song Ci breathed lightly, but nodded firmly, "I don't regret it."
After the sound fell, Han Zhan let go of his left hand, and the pen holder fell on the table. Song Ci jumped up into the air, was hugged by Han Zhan, and returned to the room. As the door was locked with a click, Song Ci had no room to retreat. "
At half past twelve, Song Ci was finally let off by Han Zhan. Her eyes were slightly red, wrapped in a thin quilt, and lying powerlessly on the sofa. The body is not comfortable, not because of pain, but a sense of discomfort that something is missing in the body.
Song Ci couldn't help feeling a little sad.
Han Zhan is changing the sheets. He had already taken a bath, and on his back, which was already covered with scars, there were a few more scratches left by girls' fingernails.
After laying the sheets, Han Zhan turned around. His muscles didn't look burly, but he was full of a sense of strength. Song Ci was still looking at him, his eyes were straight, generous and not pretentious.
Here is her husband, look and do no crime. Han Zhan didn't mind being looked at by Song Ci like this. He tightened the bath towel around his waist, walked over and lowered his head and asked Song Ci, "Are you going to sleep?"
Song Ci: "So tired" After finishing speaking, Song Ci suddenly closed his mouth. Is this still her voice? Dry and scratchy.
Han Zhan thoughtfully lifted Song Ci from the sofa, put him on the bed, turned around and left the room, not knowing what to do.
Song Ci was sweating, her short hair limply against her neck collar. Being put on the bed, her eyelids were a little heavy, she was sleepy.
At this time, Han Zhan came back, holding a transparent glass with honey water in it. Han Zhan patted Song Ci's cheek. Song Ci woke up, and Han Zhan dragged his head and fed him a few sips of honey water in a daze.
Throat seems to be really comfortable.
Han Zhan put down his glass, then took off his bath towel and changed into pajamas. Song Ci thought of something, and suddenly opened her eyelids to glance at the clock on the wall, seeing that the hour hand was past twelve, she smiled inexplicably.
Han Zhan looked at her suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"
Song Ci pointed to the clock on the wall, and she said intriguingly, "From the foreplay to the end of the wash, it's four hours in total."
Han Zhan also looked back at the clock.
It was already half past twelve.
Hearing Song Ci's hint, Han Zhan felt a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I'm out of control." Song Ci's attraction to Han Zhan was deeper than he thought. He was a little out of control tonight and couldn't hold it.
It is very difficult for a clean man in his thirties to taste it suddenly.
Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's delicate lips, thought carefully, and replied honestly, "It's hard for you."
My mother, what a provocative statement!
Got caught!
Song Ci turned over and buried her face in the pillow, feeling ashamed to look at Han Zhan.
Before Song Ci disliked that Han Zhan's leather gloves were uncomfortable against her skin, so Han Zhan took them off. Han Zhan hesitated, and cooperated with her to take off the gloves. At this moment, Song Ci was about to fall asleep, so Han Zhan sat on the other side of the bed, planning to put on the fake finger himself.
Song Ci suddenly reached out and snatched his fake finger, and put it on the bedside table. She said, "What to wear at night! It's unnecessary."
Han Zhan wanted to say that he was afraid of scaring you. After a little silence, Han Zhan still told the truth, "If you wake up in the morning and suddenly see a hand with only three fingers, you will be shocked."
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's face with complicated eyes, and her lips moved a few times. Song Ci wanted to tell Han Zhan that his hands were really not that ugly. "Then I'll sleep outside and you sleep inside, so that when I wake up, what I see is your left hand."
Han Zhan said again: "I'm afraid that when I fall asleep, my right hand will hug you involuntarily."
Song Ci wanted to roll her eyes again, and said angrily, "Then just kill it, okay?" Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, there are many things to do.
Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was angry, so he didn't insist anymore, so he put down the fake finger, went around and lay down on the other side. After living together with Song Ci, this was the first time Han Zhan took off his gloves to sleep, and he felt pretty good.
(end of this chapter)