Why not be afraid of Song Dynasty porcelain?

She thought that everything she did could be concealed from the world, but she didn't know that Han Zhan saw through her at a glance.

Han Zhan could see through it, but Mu Mian couldn't? Song Ci felt more and more that her decision to live with Han Zhan was the right one.

"We're here." Han Zhan pulled the suitcase and took the dazed Song Ci out of the elevator.

Only when they reached the door of his house did Han Zhan let go of Song Ci's hand.

Song Ci leaned against the wall beside his front door, still a little dazed.

Han Zhan took out the key from his wallet and opened the door. He lowered his eyes and said to Song Ci beside him, "My house doesn't have a combination lock. I only have this key. I'll ask someone to make you a new one tomorrow."

Song Ci rubbed her face, and her chaotic heart finally returned to her senses. "Okay, all is fine."

Han Zhan opened the door and Song Ci followed him in.

Han Zhan's home is decorated with great taste, all in black, white, and gray. It looks deep and steady at first glance, very much in line with the current trend of minimalist style. However, Han Zhan's home has large floor-to-ceiling windows. The living room on the first floor is a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. The rooms on the second floor of the duplex are also well-lit, and presumably have a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows as well.

Song Ci walked to the French window and lay there, watching the hustle and bustle of traffic downstairs.

After a while, her uneasy heart finally calmed down.

Turning back, Song Ci saw Han Zhan pouring warm water into a cup. Suddenly, she had a sinister thought. She spoke, deliberately lowering her voice to make it sound seductive: "Brother Han, imagine, in the dead of night, you and I standing here naked, making love while enjoying the night view..."

Song Ci turned around and cast a coquettish glance at Han Zhan, and asked him: "It's very exciting just thinking about it, isn't it?"