After saying goodbye to Cheng Yanmo, Mu Qiu went home. While showering, she washed her hair. She took off her headscarf and found a hair dryer to dry her hair. She opened a drawer and reached for the hair dryer, but her eyes were drawn to the tape measure next to it.
Thinking of the post he had seen before, not knowing what form it was in, Mu Qiu took out the tape measure, stretched it open, and compared it.
19 cm...
So long!
Mu Qiu threw away the tape measure, his heart pounding.
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Song Ci had taken off her neck brace today. On the way home, Han Zhan couldn't help but glance at Song Ci's neck several times while waiting for red lights. Such a fair neck, it would be easy for him to leave his mark...
Han Zhan's gaze was too aggressive, and Song Ci noticed it and became restless. She knew that she would not be able to sleep until after midnight tonight. Thinking about what was going to happen, Song Ci was both afraid and excited.
Han Zhan has good skills and good physical strength, and Song Ci likes to be close to Han Zhan. However, being too strong is not a good thing.
The car pulled into the underground garage. Han Zhan and Song Ci unbuckled their seatbelts without a word, got out of the car, and entered the elevator one after the other. Song Ci stood near the elevator door, while Han Zhan stood slightly behind.
Song Ci stared at the reflective wall of the elevator. Behind her, she saw Han Zhan staring at her body, as if she were a possession, his gaze domineering and deep. As the elevator slowly ascended, Song Ci and Han Zhan remained silent, but an invisible flame burned and scorched the interior.
The longer the silence now, the more shocking the explosion will be later.
The elevator finally stopped at Han Zhan's door.
The house Han Zhan bought had one unit per elevator, and the elevator led directly to his door. The entire entrance hallway belonged to his family. The two of them stepped out of the elevator, Song Ci in front and Han Zhan behind.
Song Ci took out the key from her bag and opened the door. As soon as the key was inserted into the lock, a pair of strong arms grabbed her waist. Han Zhan grabbed Song Ci's ear.
Song Ci's scalp was numb and her hands were shaking. She opened the lock tremblingly, and just as she opened the door, Han Zhan pushed her from behind and she fell into the house.
Song Ci nearly fell, but Han Zhan, with his long arms and legs, grabbed her waist. After a dizzy spell, Song Ci's back hit the wall. She looked up at Han Zhan's eyes, which were filled with suggestive desire, and was secretly shocked.
"Brother Han." She swallowed her saliva subconsciously. Pointing to the second floor, Song Ci said, "Let's go to the second floor?"
"No."
Han Zhan suddenly picked up Song Ci and brought her to the French window in the living room. Putting Song Ci down, Han Zhan opened the curtains, and the bustling night scene slowly unfolded at their feet.
Han Zhan said beside her: "Cibao, I will definitely accompany you to have fun tonight."
Upon hearing this, Song Ci's legs went weak...
Song Ci looked at the gorgeous night lights, her heart warming slightly. She couldn't help but think of the first day she followed Han Zhan home, when she stood in front of the French window and teased Han Zhan like an old driver.
At that time, Song Ci relied on the fact that Han Zhan would not really touch her, so she was fearless. But now that the time for real fighting had come, Song Ci became timid.
"Are you scared?" Han Zhan asked deliberately.
Provoked by Han Zhan, Song Ci suddenly rebelled and said fiercely, "Whoever is afraid of me is a dog!"
...
After a long time, the enthusiasm gradually subsided. Every bone in Song Ci's body exuded a lazy and weak atmosphere. Her head lay on Han Zhan's pillow, and her ears were slightly red under her short hair.
Han Zhan brought a cup of warm water and coaxed Song Ci to drink it, deliberately teasing her: "Porcelain dog, drink some water."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
"Before going to bed, I am your porcelain treasure. After going to bed, I am your porcelain dog. Brother Han, you are too realistic." Song Ci glared at Han Zhan fiercely, then opened her mouth, held the rim of the cup, and took a big sip of water.
The throat that had been crying and shouting felt much better after being moistened by warm water.
Han Zhan laughed muffledly.
Song Ci felt her lips were a little dry, she mumbled and asked, "Where's my lip mask?"
Han Zhan asked her, "Which one is it?"
Song Ci closed her eyes and said, "The most exquisite and compact one, the dark green one."
"Let me see." Han Zhan put down the cup and went to Song Ci's dressing table. He searched in the drawer and found two small dark green jars. He said, "There are two, both dark green."
Songci: "One is an eye cream and the other is a lip mask."
Han Zhan simply took both. Song Ci opened her eyes and pointed at one of them. Han Zhan handed it to her, but Song Ci stuffed the lip mask into Han Zhan's right hand and said, "Please apply it to me."
Han Zhan took off his gloves and prosthetic limbs, and could only pinch the lip mask with his thumb and two remaining fingers. He glanced at Song Ci and agreed, "Okay."
Song Ci lay directly on Han Zhan's legs. She was still not satisfied and said, "Your muscles are too hard. It would be better if they were softer."
Han Zhan told her, "Many men don't pay attention to fitness and exercise, and they start to gain weight after they turn 30. Do you like fatter men?"
Song Ci thought about what Han Zhan would look like after gaining weight.
He is tall, and fat...
If she got in the car, the wheel would probably have dented a little. If it had fallen on her, she would have died.
Song Ci quickly shook her head, "It's better to be sturdy."
Han Zhan chuckled.
He carefully applied lip mask to Song Ci. Although it was his first time doing this, his movements were not clumsy. After applying, Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's eyelashes. She closed her eyes, and her curled eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow under her eyes.
Han Zhan brushed his fingertips across Song Ci's eyelashes.
Song Ci said: "It's all your fault. You can hate anything else, but you have to hate long hair. If I still had my hair, it would be so comfortable to touch." Speaking of hair, Song Ci felt upset.
Han Zhan also knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't argue with Song Ci. He just praised her sincerely, "You look good like this too."
Song Ci snorted proudly and said, "Of course not. I'm Song Ci. I've been the campus belle since high school. In the past few years, the university union voted for the most beautiful campus belle, and I always topped the list."
Han Zhan pretended to be surprised, "Oh? So powerful?"
"Yeah, marrying a beautiful young girl like me, Brother Han, you should be smiling even in your sleep."
Han Zhan was amused by Song Ci. "Yes, I am the toad who ate the swan meat."
Although she knew that Han Zhan was just teasing her, Song Ci felt uncomfortable again when she heard him belittle her.
Song Ci suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Han Zhan seriously. She touched Han Zhan's face and said, "I am marrying above my station." Song Ci was very clear about her own abilities. With Han Zhan's status, position and financial resources, how could Song Ci be worthy of him?
It was she who was reborn, and after knowing Han Zhan's true identity, she deliberately approached him and got ahold of this long leg before anyone else. Without the golden finger of rebirth, Song Ci and Han Zhan would always be strangers.
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