Facing Cheng Ziang's violence, Song Ci was also afraid! No matter how strong she was, she was still a girl after all. Although men and women were equal, physically, girls were not as strong and powerful as men.
Cheng Ziang had a violent temper. When he couldn't find something, he'd kick her with his fists and the tips of his shoes. Sometimes, he'd just pick up a vase and throw it at her without blinking. During those years, Song Ci's beautiful dresses were always covered with scars...
It was a life worse than pigs and dogs.
Song Ci, along with the thin blanket, was held in Han Zhan's arms. Song Ci bit her red lips harder and heard Han Zhan comforting her from behind: "It's okay, Cibao, you are safe now."
Han Zhan finally understood why all the money raised at Song Ci's birthday charity banquet was donated to anti-domestic violence organizations. Having suffered deeply from domestic violence herself, she hoped that those who were suffering could find a way out of their desperate lives.
Song Ci wiped her tears hastily, and she secretly pulled down the quilt covering her head, revealing a pair of wet eyes. At this moment, those charming eyes were filled with tears, and they were sobbing and pitiful, making people want to ravage them.
Song Ci looked at Han Zhan, and Han Zhan felt soft-hearted.
"Brother Han."
Han Zhan: "Hmm?" Han Zhan tried his best to look away from Song Ci's eyes to avoid having any inappropriate thoughts, which would make him a real beast.
Song Ci said, "Don't hit me. If you hit me, I will never talk to you again."
Han Zhan hugged her tighter and promised, "Okay, I definitely won't hit you."
...
The next morning, Han Zhan woke up at dawn.
Song Ci heard the sound of him getting up, but she just turned over, buried her cheek in the pillow and continued to pretend to sleep.
"Don't want to get up?" Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was shy.
Song Ci replied vaguely: "It's shameful. I have no face to face the people of Jiangdong." After crying last night, Song Ci was embarrassed to face Han Zhan.
Han Zhan smiled and rubbed her hair, then went downstairs to the gym alone.
A few days ago, when Han Zhan got up in the morning for training, Song Ci would also get up and exercise. When exercising, Song Ci would sit on the parallel bars, and when Han Zhan successfully did a pull-up, Song Ci would lower her head and kiss his forehead.
When these two work out, they can kill all the single guys in the world!
Han Zhan thought there would be such a benefit this morning, and he was quite looking forward to it.
What a pity.
As soon as Han Zhan left, Song Ci got up.
After Han Zhan finished his workout and walked out of the gym, he heard Song Ci's lazy footsteps. He looked up and saw Song Ci stretching herself and walking down the stairs.
As she lifted her waist, the hem of her loose shirt rose, revealing a beautiful part of her body. Han Zhan stood there, staring at Song Ci's waist and abdomen, and suddenly thought, how nice it would be if his name was written on her waist.
Song Ci was completely unaware that some beast was fantasizing about her again. She hummed a tune as she walked over to Han Zhan, threw him a coquettish glance, and said, "Good morning, brother." This delicate call of "brother" was like a burning flint, being cast into Han Zhan's heart.
After setting the fire, Song Ci wanted to escape.
Han Zhan grabbed her wrist, twisted her arm behind her back, and pressed her against the gym door. He approached from behind, leaned over, and whispered in her ear, "Who are you putting on this beautiful makeup so early in the morning?"
Song Ci was putting on makeup upstairs just now. It was a very elegant makeup, but she deliberately made her charming eyes more alluring.
Song Ci looked at him with drooping eyes and said, "Let me show you."
The flint that fell on his heart suddenly ignited, and a small flame rose. Han Zhan looked at his watch and said without thinking: "Although there is not enough time, I am the boss and I can be late."
After saying that, he opened the door of the gym and threw Song Ci, who looked surprised, in.
Seeing Han Zhan take out a condom from the box on the wall, Song Ci's eyes widened. "Why are there things here too?"
Han Zhan bit the condom with his teeth and replied vaguely, "It's better to be prepared." A few days ago, Song Ci accompanied him for morning exercises, and he knew that this thing would come in handy sooner or later. Isn't it used now?
Song Ci was speechless and admired Han Zhan's attentiveness.
“It’s okay to not use this thing once in a while,” she said.
Han Zhan tore open the packaging bag and insisted on taking protective measures. "I have a high success rate in everything I do. I think it will be the same when it comes to having children." It must be a hit!
"Are you so afraid of me getting pregnant?" Song Ci had guessed that Han Zhan was very opposed to her pregnancy. Because of the pre-marital deal, Han Zhan was worried that Song Ci would say goodbye to him after she got pregnant and gave birth.
Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci and said emotionlessly, "You're just an ungrateful person. You haven't even been tamed yet. When you've avenged your great hatred and given birth to a child, dumping me will be a piece of cake."
"I am a disabled person. I finally found a beautiful but blind girl to marry me. If I don't keep a close eye on you and let you run away, who will be worthy of being my wife?" Han Zhan was very self-aware.
Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Brother Han, I really won't leave you."
Han Zhan said nothing, just worked hard...
After their passionate moment, Song Ci and Han Zhan showered and changed their clothes. Song Ci, feeling smudged by her sweat, removed her makeup. After finishing her routine, they made breakfast together.
Song Ci's breakfast was small; she had cod porridge in a small bowl, while Han Zhan had porridge in a large one. Song Ci stared at the bowl in front of Han Zhan and threatened him, "Be careful if you keep eating like this. In two years, you'll become a fat, greasy old man."
Han Zhan: "No, I work hard, so I won't get fat."
After hearing this answer, Song Ci, who had helped him, wisely chose to remain silent.
After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Han Zhan put down the spoon and asked Song Ci, "What are you planning to do today?" She had put on her makeup early in the morning, definitely not to seduce him.
Song Ci said, "I have to go out this morning for some business. By the way, I'm well now and can travel on a business trip anytime. Brother Han, I can go back to work."
Thinking of the change in their current status, Han Zhan looked at Song Ci deeply and asked with interest, "What identity do you want to follow the machine?"
Sitting sideways, with her chest held high and her head held high, Song Ci's charming eyes swept over Han Zhan, her natural charm. She said, "During the day, I am a brave and confident female pilot. At night, I am whatever you want me to be."
Song Ci's answer would never disappoint Han Zhan. Blinking, Song Ci said, "Dear, whichever one you want, I can switch randomly here~"
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows calmly, staring at Song Ci who looked coquettish, and said in a complicated tone: "You are so coquettish."
Song Ci's eyebrows twitched.
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