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Night falls.
The black bed curtains hung down to the ground, and a wall lamp was on. Because the room was so big, the light looked dim.
Zhiyun was still sleeping soundly, but very lightly. When she heard a slight noise, she opened her eyes.
"Qingrang..."
Perhaps she was tired, her voice sounded soft and lingering, even more alluring than the early spring in the south of the Yangtze River.
Han Qingrang leaned over the bed and kissed her forehead. "Did you sleep well?"
Zhiyun pushed him away with her weak hands and turned over.
tired.
She slept inconsolably.
Han Qingrang turned her over again, put his hand on the back of her neck, and asked in an especially gentle voice, "Are you hungry?"
Zhiyun instinctively thought it meant something else and reacted strongly, "Stop it, really stop it, I don't have the energy anymore."
"I mean, dinner's ready." He let out a low laugh as he spoke.
“…”
She was really hungry, but Zhiyun still didn't want to get up. In the end, she let him make a fuss for a while, and then he picked her up and put on her clothes and shoes himself.
When he held her feet, they were a little cold, so he held them in his palms for a while, and then put on her shoes after warming them up.
Zhiyun saw all the careful care.
This man is so proud.
However, he was good to her in every way that she couldn't resist.
He is very careful, patient and serious in his work.
Zhiyun realized later that it seemed that he had been taking this relationship very seriously from the very beginning and had been very good to her.
"Han Qingrang, aren't you tired?" She asked this question as if possessed by some unknown force.
I regretted it after asking Zhiyun.
After putting on her shoes, Han Qingrang picked her up and rested his forehead against hers. "It's Zhizhi who makes me tireless."
“…”
Without any warning, Zhiyun's cheeks felt hot.
He spoke in a very annoying way, but he was always like that in front of her.
When Han Qingrang carried her to the restaurant for dinner, Zhiyun saw a stranger sitting at the table. He hadn't started eating yet and seemed to be waiting for her and Han Qingrang.
When she sat down, Han Qingrang personally placed the napkin on her lap.
"He is Yanzhi."
After putting the napkin in place, Han Qingrang gave a brief introduction.
It was really simple. I didn’t say anything else but the other person’s name.
Yan Zhi felt that she should introduce herself, "Hello, Miss Zhiyun, I am Yan Zhi."
Do you know her name?
Know her?
Despite her doubts, Zhiyun immediately responded politely, "Hello."
Han Qing asked An An to sit quietly beside her.
There was an exquisite dinner on the table, including steak, fish, and some seafood. The aroma of the food stimulated the taste buds. Zhiyun had not eaten lunch, so looking at the food in front of her, her appetite was whetted.
Just as she picked up the knife and fork, Han Qingrang took away the steak in front of her and replaced it with his.
It is cut, each piece is the right size and cut very neatly.
"Eat this."
He spoke softly and pushed the cup of warm wine in front of him towards her.
Yanzhi on the opposite side had already silently eaten a bowl of dog food before even starting to eat.
I'm used to seeing servants serving Teng Qingdu, but this is the first time I see Teng Qingdu serving someone else.
Oh no!
This is not someone else, this is his beloved woman.
A woman who is pampered and held in the palm of your hand.
Zhiyun held the water cup with a smile on her face, and Han Qingrang's eyes softened when he looked at her, making the atmosphere at the table more cozy.
For Yan Zhi on the opposite side, the scene before him was too rare, and he suddenly wanted to record it.
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