When she got home, Song Ci's eyes were a little swollen and hot. She was too embarrassed to look at Han Zhan, after all, she was a green tea bitch.
Song Ci ran to take a shower, changed clothes, and applied a mask on her face to reduce swelling.
It was half past nine, and Han Zhan was about to take a shower and go to bed. He saw Song Ci lying on the bed with a mask on her face and her eyes closed. Thinking that she couldn't see, he didn't hesitate to take off his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Hearing the sound of water, Song Ci's cheeks felt a little hot under the mask.
Is this how he takes a shower?
As long as she opened her eyes, Song Ci could see Han Zhan naked. Should she take a look? Song Ci wanted to see, but she felt it would be impolite. Then she thought, she and Han Zhan would sleep together sooner or later, so it would be a waste if she didn't see him!
After figuring it out, Song Ci immediately opened her eyes and leaned against the headboard to admire Han Zhan.
The hot mist in the bathroom rose, and a thin layer of fog covered the brown transparent glass. Han Zhan's legs were obscured by the mist, and it was hard to see. But Song Ci knew that Han Zhan had many wounds on his body, big and small, and there was no chance to count them.
What did he do when he was in the army? With so many wounds on his body, it was obvious that he was not an ordinary soldier.
Song Ci was lost in thought, and when she came to her senses, she saw Han Zhan had turned around. He was standing behind the glass, having wiped away a piece of mist on the glass in front of him. His gray-blue eyes were staring at Song Ci through the transparent glass.
Han Zhan didn't expect Song Ci to be so lustful that she would actually peek at him taking a bath. Han Zhan was a little surprised to catch Song Ci's little action.
After being discovered, Song Ci hurriedly got up from the bed and ran into the bathroom to wash off the mask on her face.
When she came out after finishing her skincare routine, Han Zhan was already lying on the bed in his pajamas. "9:58." Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci and said, "Go to bed. I'm turning off the lights." He didn't question her about peeking, which made Song Ci feel relieved.
Song Ci hurried over, climbed onto the bed, and lay down next to Han Zhan.
Snap——
The lights are out.
The electric blackout curtains on the wall facing the floor-to-ceiling windows began to close with a sliding sound. The room was instantly dark, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
Song Ci couldn't sleep at all. She admired Han Zhan's good sleep habits. Song Ci suddenly turned over and poked Han Zhan's shoulder with her index finger, "Brother Han, are you asleep?"
Han Zhan opened his eyes and looked at the darkness.
"Not yet." There was a little girl lying next to him, and Han Zhan was not a gentleman, so how could he sleep? Especially when this little girl was coveting his body.
Song Ci's fingers restlessly touched Han Zhan's face, finally stopping at his proud nose bone. Like rolling a glutinous rice ball, she rubbed Han Zhan's nose with her fingertips. "I have a question for you."
I've asked for your advice, so it must be a big deal.
Han Zhan: "Speak." His nose was a little itchy, and Han Zhan wanted to scratch it, but he just thought about it for a moment.
Song Ci pointed out very seriously: "You said we have to go to bed at ten o'clock, right? Then when are we going to have sex next time? We can't always do it before ten o'clock, right? What if it's ten o'clock and we haven't finished yet? Should we just turn off the lights and go to bed? Or should we continue the battle after six-thirty the next morning?"
This is a very serious question.
Han Zhan: "..."
Song Ci muttered again: "This is a big deal. It concerns the survival of your child."
Han Zhan took Song Ci's index finger and squeezed it with his left hand, then said, "It depends on the situation. Bedtime can be delayed as appropriate."
Song Ci sighed, "...Oh, that's good."
Song Ci had cried today and was a little tired. She fell asleep soon after lying next to Han Zhan. After she fell asleep, the joint of her index finger was no longer so stiff and softened in Han Zhan's palm.
Still holding that finger, Han Zhan thought absentmindedly: What's going on in Song Ci's head?
Song Ci was asleep, snoring very regularly, but Han Zhan was suffering from insomnia.
The next morning, Song Ci woke up as soon as the alarm rang. She turned off the alarm, got out of bed barefoot, went straight to the bathroom, washed her face, took her bottles and jars to Han Zhan's conference room, occupied his table and chair, and began to put on makeup.
Downstairs, Han Zhan was leaning against the wall upside down when his cell phone suddenly lit up.
He supported himself on the ground with his right hand and checked his phone with his left. Song Ci: [Should we get a dressing table at home?]
Han Zhan replied to her: [Okay.]
Song Ci put on her makeup, picked out a red strapless long dress from the clothes she brought with her, and pinned a black and white camellia brooch on her slender waist.
Han Zhan was frying rice in the kitchen. Hearing the sound of high heels, he turned off the fire and looked back at the stairs.
When he saw the Song Dynasty porcelain, Han Zhan was stunned.
Today, Song Ci was dressed in a very high-profile and glamorous way. Her seven-centimeter high heels made her already tall figure even more impressive. Her burgundy short hair was simply styled with a curling iron, and she wore a pair of cute black gemstone earrings on her earlobes.
What are you going to do dressed up so beautifully?
Han Zhan withdrew his gaze and divided the fried rice into two plates.
He brought the fried rice to the table and turned around to find Song Ci holding her phone, as if taking a picture. Han Zhan was amused and asked, "Taking a selfie again?" Beautiful girls seemed to love taking pictures.
Song Ci said: "No, I'm taking pictures of you."
Han Zhan: "Hmm?"
He walked over, reached out to grab Song Ci's phone, and looked down to see that she had really taken a picture of him.
Good-looking people are always eye-catching no matter how they are photographed, not to mention Han Zhan is tall and has the proportions of a supermodel. Song Ci is a good photographer, and Han Zhan in her lens is handsome and charming.
Han Zhan hadn't taken such a photo full of life for a long time, and for a moment he was a little dazed. So this is how he looked in Song Ci's eyes?
"Why are you filming me?"
Song Ci snatched the phone back and politely asked Han Zhan: "Can I post you on my Weibo?"
Han Zhan: "Aren't you afraid that your male fans will be sad?" Because of Li Li's chatterbox, Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was a big V on Weibo with more than two million fans, with an equal number of male and female fans.
Song Ci said indifferently: "What are you afraid of? I have already hooked the future richest man in Wangdong City. Why should I care what others think?"
Han Zhan was surprised to hear such straightforward words. Song Ci knew what Han Zhan was thinking. She said, "I'm speaking from my heart. I'm just realistic. You said last night that I could stop saying those hypocritical words."
"Yes." Han Zhan was not angry. Instead, he patted Song Ci's head and said to her, "Very good, just be yourself."
Song Ci held Han Zhan's arm. She looked up at his tolerant eyes and felt a sudden throbbing in her heart. "Han Zhan, you're so good. What if I really fall in love with you and refuse to leave you after a year? What should I do?"
Han Zhan thought for a moment and said, "I am a luxury item. It all depends on whether you have the ability to get me."
Song Ci sneered, "Look at you showing off! I'm a frequent luxury goods buyer." Feeling that this was not right, Song Ci was silent for a moment and then murmured, "Why does it look so much like visiting a brothel?"
Han Zhan's eyebrows jumped and he wanted to hit someone.
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