After Qi Sihan finished playing a song, he looked up at her.
Wen Yanxi clapped and laughed, "If you don't want to be the president, you can be a musician."
"Would you like to try it?" Qi Sihan made room for half of his seat and motioned for her to sit down.
Wen Yanxi nodded and sat next to him. As soon as she got close, she could clearly feel the warm breath emanating from him.
She had learned it when she was in school, but gave it up because she was keen on ice skating during the summer vacation.
Qi Sihan gently covered her small hand with his palm. His long fingers with distinct knuckles looked very beautiful, as if they were born for playing the piano.
The moment his fingertips touched her, Wen Yanxi's heart began to beat wildly. Her mind couldn't help but recall their first meeting and the madness on that bed. Every detail seemed to be engraved into her bones and she could never forget it.
"You play well." Qi Sihan chuckled.
Wen Yanxi smiled sheepishly, "You taught well."
She turned around and looked at the handsome face of Fashion Qi Sihan. His deep black eyes were as dazzling as if there were thousands of stars hidden in them. She felt her cheeks getting hot.
Qi Sihan looked at her like this, her bright eyes filled with spring water, her petite nose, and finally his gaze fixed on her plump lips.
As they stared at each other, it felt as if an invisible thread slowly drew them closer. Wen Yanxi could clearly feel his warm breath getting closer and closer...
"Master, dinner is ready."
The servant's voice was like a warning line that quickly pulled Wen Yanxi back to her senses. She was too embarrassed and raised her hand to hook the long hair by her ear.
"Excuse me, Mr. Qi, let's go eat."
"Okay." Qi Sihan's eyes flashed with displeasure, and he wanted to curse in his heart.
I regret that I forgot to lock the door just now. Such a wonderful atmosphere was ruined. What a pity.
After they went downstairs, they sat down facing each other.
Qi Sihan placed a steak in front of her, and said with a slight curl of his lips, "The chef used to work in a high-end restaurant, so the taste should be pretty good."
Wen Yanxi took a bite and found it tasted better than the ones in restaurants outside.
The food she likes is very similar to Qi Sihan's. It is really difficult to find someone in life who has the same taste as you.
She remembered that when she was in college, she met a well-mannered senior. He was gentle, friendly and considerate, and was the type that Wen Yanxi liked. However, the two had very different tastes in food. One liked spicy food and the other liked sweet food, so they had to accommodate each other every time they ate.
Later, because the senior went to study abroad in Europe, the two of them separated because they were in different places despite having no relationship problems.
When getting along with Qi Sihan, Wen Yanxi feels very comfortable and casual, without any psychological burden.
"Would you like some red wine?" Qi Sihan asked.
Wen Yanxi remembered that she had to go back to the bridal chamber, and her fiancé noticed that the smell of alcohol was not good, so she said, "No need."
Qi Sihan ate very elegantly, like a pampered, polite prince, and even remembered her dining habits.
Soon, after dinner, Wen Yanxi was ready to go back.
"I'll ask the driver to take you back."
"good."
Wen Yanxi didn't want to say that she wanted to go back to the bridal chamber, she just got up and went to the bathroom.
The maid said the bathroom on the first floor was under repair and took her to the bathroom on the second floor.
Wen Yanxi walked into the bathroom of the master bedroom, and suddenly she saw men's supplies on the countertop and smelled a familiar men's perfume.
She picked it up curiously and smelled it.
A woody, cool scent with hints of lavender.
This smell is exactly what her fiancé smells like!
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