After leaving Lingkun Courtyard, Hua Qingcheng went straight to Bingquan Pavilion.
"Xiao Qingcheng will come, Xiao Qingcheng won't come, Xiao Qingcheng will come, Xiao Qingcheng won't come..."
As soon as Hua Qingcheng reached the door of Han Yichen's dormitory, she heard the arrogant man's incessant chattering voice coming from inside, like chanting a mantra, lingering in her ears. Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but smile, and ripples appeared in her heart.
"Nanxing, Shaoyao, I've fallen asleep. You don't have to come over here every now and then, just come over here every now and then..."
Hua Qingcheng slowly pushed open the door and fluttered in like a light butterfly. As soon as she entered the room, her eyes were drawn to the figure lying on the bed with his back to the door.
She closed the door gently, as if afraid of disturbing the people in the room, and walked towards the bed as quietly as a cat.
"Didn't I tell you..."
The man on the bed was startled when he noticed someone entering the dormitory. He thought that Nanxing and Shaoyao had come again, so he turned around impatiently and was about to scold them.
However, to his surprise, a familiar figure appeared before him, wrapped in a rabbit-fur cloak, as if walking out of a dream. Following the cloak, his gaze moved upward, and the man on the bed caught a glimpse of a beautiful face, with a hint of a smile, charming and charming.
"Xiao Qingcheng!"
The man who was lying on the bed like a wilted flower, the moment he saw Hua Qingcheng, his narrow and long phoenix eyes seemed to be ignited and suddenly brightened up.
However, when he thought about the fact that this woman had made him wait for so long, the joy in Han Yichen's heart instantly dissipated, and then he restrained the surprise on his face, and his fair and handsome face drooped.
Like a sulky child, he turned around and left his back to the woman who had arrived late, as if to say, "I'm angry, why don't you come and comfort me!"
Seeing this man's arrogant look, Hua Qingcheng curled her lips and smiled slightly. She walked to the bed, sat down gently, stretched out her delicate hand, touched Han Yichen's shoulder, and said softly, "Achen, I'm here."
Han Yichen's lips curled up slightly at the words, but he snorted coldly, pretending to be reserved, as if trying to hide his true feelings. However, his body turned around involuntarily, and a look of grievance and complaint flashed in his charming eyes, as if silently accusing him of the pain of waiting.
Seeing this, Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but feel a surge of pity and love in her heart. She slowly approached Han Yichen, gently put her arms around his neck, put her lips close to his ear, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Achen, for making you wait so long."
The warm breath with the scent of Hua Qingcheng brushed lightly against Han Yichen's ears and neck. Her voice was full of sincere apologies, as if it could penetrate Han Yichen's heart and reach his soul.
Han Yichen's expression gradually relaxed. He stretched out his arms and tightly embraced Hua Qingcheng's waist, pulling her closer to him. Their bodies leaned against each other, absorbing each other's warmth.
Feeling Han Yichen's response, Hua Qingcheng's heart was filled with sweetness. She raised her head, her eyes gleaming with tenderness, and said softly, "Achen, I won't make you wait anymore."
Han Yichen curled his lips slightly, then opened his thin lips and said slowly, "I thought you had forgotten about me and Xiao Xiaochen..."
"Little Xiaochen?" Hua Qingcheng raised her hand and pinched Han Yichen's lips, which were almost as flat as a duck's mouth. "So it turns out that the one in Achen's belly is Little Xiaochen!"
"Yes, Xiao Xiaochen." Han Yichen narrowed his narrow, almond-shaped eyes, a dangerous light flashing in them. He looked at Hua Qingcheng and asked leisurely, "Why? Could it be that you dislike him because he's a man?"
Before Hua Qingcheng could reply, Han Yichen immediately pushed away her embrace, then touched his slightly bulging belly and said with a sad face, "Han Yunxuan, you have such a miserable life. You weren't even born yet, and your mother already despised you. My poor little Xiaochen, don't be afraid. When the day breaks, Daddy will immediately take you and Second Master back to Xuanyi Valley..."
Hua Qingcheng was stunned by this man's amazing actions. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, as if she was deeply shocked. Then, with a hint of punishment, she flicked Han Yichen's forehead with her finger. Then, she touched the man's belly thoughtfully and said gently, "Han Yunxuan, your father is just kidding! Mother loves you so much, how could she dislike you!"
"Little Qingcheng..." Han Yichen's tone softened as he felt Hua Qingcheng's gentleness. He opened his charming eyes, gently patted Hua Qingcheng's chest, and said coquettishly, "Little Xiaochen said he wanted a hug from his mother..."
"Really?" Hua Qingcheng smiled slightly, "Then doesn't Xiao Xiaochen's father want a hug?"
"Well...well, it's just by the way..." Han Yichen said a little anxiously.
"You Han monster! Are you determined to take away all of my souls and spirits before you will stop?" Hua Qingcheng curled the corners of her lips slightly, raised her hands to hug the neck of this charming and attractive husband, and kissed him lightly on the lips like a dragonfly touching the water.
Han Yichen put one arm around Hua Qingcheng's slender waist like a cheetah, and held her head with the other hand like an iron clamp. Their lips, which were inseparable, were pressed tightly together again.
Faced with such an active Sanfulang, Hua Qingcheng gently opened her red lips, explored Sanlang's teeth, and appreciated his unique charm.
Han Yichen's taste is mellow and sweet, just like his outstanding appearance and beautiful face; Han Yichen's taste is slightly sour, like his temper and arrogant personality; Han Yichen's taste is slightly bitter, which is the pain buried deep in his heart for his rough life.
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