Han Zhan’s summary was very accurate.

Song Ci: "...You were the Chinese class representative when you were in school? You are so good at summarizing." Her cheeks became even hotter, and she simply ignored Han Zhan and walked past him to get the neck brace.

As they passed by, Han Zhan grabbed Song Ci's hand.

Song Ci glared up, "What are you doing?"

Han Zhan lowered his eyes and looked at her, his expression calm and composed, but he said, "To be honest, I thought about it when you were playing the piano before. But I was afraid you would think I was a pervert, so I didn't mention it."

When he saw the real sapphire blue piano, he thought about what a breathtaking scene it would be to have such white Song Dynasty porcelain lying on it. Just thinking about it made Han Zhan no longer want to be a human being.

I just want to be a beast.

Song Ci was slightly stunned.

She stared at Han Zhan's feigned calmness, remained silent for a moment, and then sneered, "He's a pervert indeed." Feeling that it wasn't enough to vent her anger, she added another stab: "Old pervert."

He is really perverted and really old.

Being attacked again, Han Zhan felt helpless. He picked up the neck brace and put it on Song Ci himself. Song Ci stood obediently and cooperated with him, not getting stubborn. She thought back to what she had said to Han Zhan just now, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

Han Zhan is an old pervert, so what is she?

Song Ci was a little embarrassed.

After putting on the neck brace, Han Zhan didn't withdraw his hand. His left hand gently stroked the edge of Song Ci's collarbone. Song Ci's neck was actually very beautiful, with beautiful lines. When she tilted her head back, the space between her collarbone and neck was very sexy. Han Zhan had never left his mark in that place before.

Han Zhan suddenly asked Song Ci: "When can I take off the neck brace?"