Zhiyun's whole body stiffened.

The moment his chest touched her back, the cold touch made her body and mind tremble uncontrollably.

"Doctor Han..."

The man rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, holding a martini glass in his hand, his fingertips clasping the base of the glass and gently shaking it...

His breath powerfully wrapped her up deeply in it.

Just by turning her eyes slightly, she could see his face, and when she met his starry eyes, Zhiyun's heart was shocked again.

"How did you get in?"

She asked, suppressing her panic.

Seeing him slowly raise the corners of his lips, his eyes staring at her face infatuatedly, then approaching, holding the back of her head, and covering her with his thin lips...

Without waiting for Han Qingrang's breath to leave, Zhiyun pushed him away.

She covered her collar to avoid exposure and stared at Han Qingrang with caution.

The azure cocktail in the martini glass was shaken lightly and some of it spilled onto the ground.

"Weave weave..."

Being suddenly pushed away, the man's eyes seemed to be hurt, and his voice was mixed with an indescribable grievance.

He placed his martini glass on the side of the bedside table.

Zhiyun took a deep breath and remained calm, "Doctor Han, how did you get in?"

He kept stuttering while speaking, and he had never been so embarrassed in his previous life.

The main reason is that Han Qingrang’s aura is too strong.

It is a kind of silent strength that makes people instinctively feel as if they are facing a great enemy.

"Zhizhi, I just happened to come here and happened to meet you..." His eyes dimmed, locked deeply with her, unable to move away: "It just happened that I saw you reply to my message saying you were painting, and in the blink of an eye, you were clinking glasses with another man."

“…”

How can she say she has a boyfriend? She has an ancestor!

I wish we could break up someday...

"Zhizhi, you lied to me."

Han Qingrang moved closer to her, and the key point was that he actually had a smile on his face.

A typical fake smile.

"I'm not afraid that you'll worry. Besides, if you keep checking on me like this, I won't have any private space. Can we be considerate of each other?" Her tone was so soft that it almost touched people's hearts.

Coupled with that tender expression, any man who heard it would be unable to resist.

Han Qing let the smile on his lips gradually deepen: "Then let's go to sleep, okay?"

Zhiyun: “???”

She looked at him in confusion, "Sleep...sleep?"

Before we could even say a few words, the next time he spoke, he was asking to go to bed?

When her eyes fell on him, she realized that he was wearing a black bathrobe from the hotel, with the belt tied loosely, looking extremely lazy.

He has been waiting for her here for a while...

But when she came in, she didn't find him.

Should we say that she is not on guard, or that this man is good at hiding himself?

Knowing her room number and being able to come in early, this method made Zhiyun feel a chill down her spine.

She quickly grabbed the coat next to her and wanted to run into the bathroom to change her clothes, but she was a step too slow and Han Qingrang stretched out his long arms and brought her back into his arms.

He hugged her from behind, and took a deep breath of the sweet fragrance on her body after bathing, and was obsessed with it.

He loved her very much, and loved every inch of her smell.