After being with him for a long time, Zhiyun can quickly understand the meaning of his words no matter what he says.

When you look up...

When Zhiyun heard these words, her mind was filled with the scene of them being in bed...

She raised her rosy lips, put her hand under his armpit and pinched him, "Can you please be serious?"

"Zhizhi's legs are wrapped around me..."

Zhiyun covered his mouth, her beautiful eyes widening, "Speak again!"

"Oh…"

His mouth was covered by her hand, so even though he couldn't speak, he could still laugh. His bright pupils were filled with smiles. When the corners of his mouth turned up, Zhiyun felt an itch in her palm.

She pulled her hand back, and the thin shirt on her shoulders fell down again. She was very thin, but well-proportioned, which had a lot to do with her self-body management.

His collarbone was exposed, and there was a profound change in his eyes.

Lowering his head slightly, his lips seemed to kiss her shoulder, but Zhiyun dodged easily.

There was shrewdness in her eyes, and the corners of her lips were raised high: "Han, Qing, Rang..."

The tone of each word was like a drop of water falling on the calm lake, creating beautiful ripples, or like a cat's claws gently scratching Han Qingrang's heart.

I can't help but feel itchy.

Her finger pointed at his chest, drawing circles little by little, and stopped only when she reached his neck: "Doctor Han, I have to say that you have the capital to bring disaster to the country and the people, but I think if you were born in ancient times, you would have died a long time ago."

"Why?"

"Because of your face!"

"Um?"

Zhiyun said slowly, "The subjects will not allow you to disrupt the country like this." Zhiyun narrowed Xinghai's eyes slightly, "You really look like a fairy. How can there be a man as seductive as you in this world?"

"ah--"

With a flip, Zhiyun was pressed down on the bed.

The bed heaved heavily, and Zhiyun craned her neck...

It was at this moment that Han Qing fell in love with her posture.

"Weave."

He leaned down and placed his lips on her cheek.

Zhiyun lay motionless: "Want to dance together?" She was actively inviting him.

He didn't answer yes or no, but used actions to express his meaning.

His long arms crossed over her waist, picked her up, one hand clasped their fingers together, and pushed her out, spinning her around, and then turning her back into his arms in the blink of an eye.

Zhiyun just wanted to invite him to dance on a whim.

She didn't expect that he would cooperate with her so well and actually dance with her.

Of course, it wasn't a real dance, not even a waltz, because Han Qingrang could only let her move two steps away.

When she was pushed down on the bed again, Zhiyun looked up at the ceiling.

I thought to myself, he is so good at seducing and torturing people, no wonder there is a saying like that: From now on, the king will not hold court early in the morning.

This sentence perfectly describes Zhiyun's mood at the moment.

**

The next day.

early morning.

Zhiyun sat elegantly at the dining table drinking freshly ground soy milk, which was slightly hot. Han Qing asked her to take it away once, but she picked it up again. She couldn't help it. It smelled too good, and she was so hungry.

I didn't eat anything last night and I was hanging out with him the whole time. It would be strange if I wasn't hungry.

While drinking soy milk, she saw Teng Qianqian coming to Teng Mansion.

Teng Qianqian knew that Zhiyun stayed at Teng Mansion last night, so she came to run into her by chance this morning. She saw Zhiyun sitting there without any makeup, with her long black hair tied up with a wooden tea needle.