Entering the restroom, Song Ci sat on the toilet seat. She grabbed her phone, quickly typed a message, and sent it to her friends. Putting her phone down, Song Ci stared at herself in the mirror, then opened her small makeup case and pulled out a lace queen eye mask.
Song Ci was getting ready in the bathroom. Han Zhan stood at the door and asked Song Ci: "Cibao, which one is better, Photoshop or Meitu Xiuxiu?"
Songci: "Newbies should use Meitu Xiuxiu."
Han Zhan nodded and deleted the photoshopped image. He promised again, "I'll definitely make you look even more beautiful next time."
Han Zhan was a little curious when he heard no movement from inside. "Cibao, what are you doing?"
Song Ci put down her eyeliner, pursed her flaming red lips, and then said, "Surprise."
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Han Zhan turned and walked towards the sofa. Just as he sat down, he heard the sound of the toilet doorknob turning. Han Zhan raised his head and saw Song Ci standing at the door.
She was wearing a pure black silk suspender pajamas, with charming long curly hair draped behind her back, and a lace queen eye mask on her face. She had drawn eyeliner, and under the sexy and mysterious eye mask, her eyes were slender and charming, with a sparkling light.
Han Zhan's breathing stagnated slightly, and he forgot what he was going to say.
Song Ci walked barefoot to Han Zhan. Her jade-white shoulders were draped with only two extremely thin straps that seemed to break if they were hooked. Han Zhan reached out and hooked one of the straps before asking her, "When did you buy your pajamas? They look great on you."
"I bought them at the mall on the day I got my hair extensions." Song Ci kissed Han Zhan's brow, leaving a lipstick mark on his forehead.
"Brother Han." Song Ci bent down and lifted Han Zhan's chin with her slender index finger. Lowering her eyes to look at Han Zhan's throbbing Adam's apple, Song Ci raised her red lips and smiled a bit domineeringly. "The first night of our honeymoon, we can't waste our time, Brother Han..."
Han Zhan looked at her deeply, then suddenly pulled her into his arms...
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Late at night, everything is quiet.
Han Zhan was standing on the balcony, wearing a pair of trousers, holding a cup of warm tea. In the room, Song Ci had already fallen asleep. After being tired, she fell asleep in a very obedient position, with her long hair all scattered on Han Zhan's pillow.
Han Zhan leaned against the railing, looking at Song Ci who was sleeping on the big bed, and suddenly thought of a word.
Only when you taste the marrow can you know the taste.
Ding Dong——
Han Zhan received a WeChat message from his grandfather.
Calculating the time, it was already early morning in China. I wonder what my grandfather wanted to talk to me about so early in the morning. Han Zhan unlocked his phone, opened the chat interface with his grandfather, and clicked on the unread voice message.
Han Zhan heard his grandfather say: "Haha, kid, why were you so fat before? I was just looking at Song Yatou's circle of friends and saw your photos from that time. I even disliked you!"
Han Zhan: [Huh? What Moments?] He replied to Grandpa's voice message.
Grandpa: [Didn’t you see it?]
Han Zhan exited the chat interface, found Song Ci at the top, and entered her Moments. Only then did he discover that Song Ci had updated a Moments post a few hours ago.
Song Ci: [Guess who this cute, honest little chubby boy is? Attached image.jpg.] Song Ci's accompanying photo is a picture of Han Zhan, a chubby 12-year-old. It was taken a few days ago at Han Zhan's hometown, using her phone from the Han family photo album.
Han Zhan was a little upset when he saw the picture.
Song Ci had so many WeChat friends that Han Zhan wasn't sure how many had actually seen the photo. It was three in the morning when Song Ci posted it on WeChat Moments. Calculating the time, she must have posted it from the bathroom.
Han Zhan could only pray that not many people saw the photo.
He put down the cup and phone, went back to the room, found Song Ci's phone, and unlocked it with her fingerprint.
Song Ci slept like a pig, completely unaware of this. Song Ci's friends stayed up most of the night, all active on various social media platforms. When Han Zhan opened Song Ci's WeChat, he saw the number '65' displayed on the bottom row of the discovery bar.
Han Zhan opened the updates and saw rows of comments and likes under Song Ci’s Moments updates.
Friend A: [Who is this? He's chubby and cute.]
Friend B: [Look at the color of the eyes...]
Friend C: [Could it be...]
Friend D: [Your husband?]
Han Wangwang: [Hahaha, little cousin, you must truly love your little cousin! Only true love would allow you to be so unscrupulous in slandering him.]
Han Zhan finally witnessed how ruthless Song Ci's revenge was.
You will take revenge, you little bastard!
He put down his phone, lay down on the other side of the bed, and pinched Song Ci's nose in revenge. Song Ci reflexively slapped his hand away, "Stop it..." She turned over and continued to sleep.
Han Zhan couldn't help but sigh, "Cibao, can't you be a little kinder to me?"
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Early in the morning, Song Ci sat at the coffee table on the balcony, enjoying the morning sun while eating breakfast and watching the various passers-by downstairs. The weather was relatively cool here, so she wore a V-neck suspender silk long dress, and a windbreaker over the dress to keep warm.
Han Zhan opened the curtains and walked out shirtless. Seeing the low-necked skirt under her windbreaker, he frowned and asked her, "Why do you have to wear this to irritate me?" She had forgotten the family rules.
Song Ci took a sip of milk and licked the milk bubbles on her lips. "How many times have you gone to bed on time at ten o'clock? You can break the rules, and so can I."
Han Zhan broke the rules himself, so it was unreasonable for him to ask Song Ci to abide by the rules. However, Han Zhan felt a little jealous when he let his lover go out wearing such sexy clothes.
"Can't you just button up your windbreaker?" This was Han Zhan's final bottom line.
Song Ci put down the food in her hand, stood up, and walked to Han Zhan. She opened her arms and said, "Brother Han, help me." Although she said "help", her expression was as proud as a queen.
Han Zhan bent down and buttoned up her trench coat without complaint. "We're going to Schönbrunn Palace in the morning, the Sissi Museum in the afternoon, and the Golden Hall in the evening. Put everything you need in your bag, and I'll help you carry it."
"good."
Song Ci went to pack up, and Han Zhan finally sat down to eat. After breakfast, Han Zhan made a phone call, and the hotel soon sent him a car. The driver was with him all day, had a good service attitude, and was always available.
They first went to Schönbrunn Palace. The area was quite crowded, so Song Ci took a few photos of Han Zhan before putting away her camera. After touring the palace, they moved on to the next attraction. They continued their wandering until dusk, when they finally went to eat.
A funny thing happened during the meal. Han Zhan ordered the restaurant's famous and expensive dishes for Song Ci, but ordered food that looked very large for himself.
Song Ci laughed at him: "The ones you ordered are not very delicious. The ones you ordered for me should be better."
Han Zhan: "I need to eat three servings of yours to feel full." This restaurant is extremely expensive. Han Zhan doesn't feel bad about spending money on Song Ci, but he is reluctant to spend money on himself.
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