His pointed chin rested lightly on the side of her shoulder, his cheek close to hers, inhaling the scent that belonged only to her.

As he sniffed, he lowered his face, put the tip of his nose on her neck, and gently stroked it...

Zhiyun felt goosebumps all over her body and was about to stop him: "Han...!!"

He suddenly turned her around to face him.

Just as he was about to get closer, Zhiyun immediately raised her hand to block his red lips.

At that moment, he raised his cold eyes slightly and stared at her. His pupils were sparkling, as if he could suck her in.

"Weave."

He took her hand off and placed it on the sink.

The faucet has a sensor function. When you reach over it, water will flow out automatically.

He washed her hands himself, washing them with extreme care, attention, and concentration, as if he were treating a treasure with great caution.

Zhiyun noticed that the hand he was washing for her was the same hand that Si Yufeng had touched in the banquet hall just now.

Is this... jealous?!

"So, that glass of champagne just now was arranged by you?!"

Obviously, he already had the answer in his mind.

But she still wanted to hear him admit it himself.

"Yes, it's me." Han Qingrang admitted frankly that he arranged this glass of champagne.

"Then if Si Yufeng hadn't touched my hand just now, would you have shown up later?"

She asked again.

Han Qingrang put her hands in the dryer to dry. After they were completely dry, he took out a hand cream from his pocket and applied it on her hands patiently and carefully.

Very pleasant fragrance.

After he finished applying the hand cream, he answered her words, "Zhizhi, I missed you, so I came here. I want to see you all the time."

What he meant was, whether Si Yufeng was there or not, he would always find a way to see her.

"So when did you come to the Moonlight Hotel tonight?"

"I just happened to arrive when you went on stage."

"So you saw everything?"

"Um."

Han Qingrang took her hand, put it against his lips, and kissed her palm devoutly, "My Zhizhi is very beautiful tonight."

When his lips touched the palm of her hand, she felt a little itchy, an itch in her heart.

Zhiyun couldn't describe that most straightforward feeling.

I just feel like I can't control my whole body normally.

Even though she was a person as calm as an old monk, she could not resist Han Qingrang's teasing every time.

"Zhizhi," Han Qingrang let go of her hand and cupped her cheek, "You're becoming more and more outstanding, but I'm standing still. Will you dislike me in the future?"

Zhiyun: “…”

What kind of problem is this!

"Answer me, Zhizhi."

Han Qingrang's voice at this moment had a coquettish tone and sounded very cute, although Zhiyun had seen his many sides.

She coughed unnaturally and said, "Doctor Han, men are unreliable even if they have money, but women are different. Women can be relied on whether they have money or not."

She was talking nonsense in a serious manner.

The happiness of a rich woman is simply unimaginable.

Han Qingrang curled up the corners of his mouth, "Zhizhi, what just now..."

Zhiyun: “…”

You can bring up what you just said later, but you will never be too late.

She just knew it!

Zhiyun explained without changing her expression, "You saw it all, I definitely can't say anything more, so don't worry, I will definitely not be messing around with other women outside."

"You said I was stingy."

“…”

Shit! He even heard what she said???