Chapter 71

Song porcelain raised his head and waved to Han Zhan, saying, "brother Han, come quickly."

Han Zhan strides in. "What are you doing?" Han Zhan stands behind song porcelain, hands on the armrest of the chair, looking down at her every move.

Song porcelain looked up at him with a bright smile. There was a layer of starlight in her eyes. Her lips were open and closed, and her teeth were white. "I made a watch here, and you write it down for me."

Han Zhan's eyes stay on her lips for a few more seconds before taking the paper and looking down.

It says:

Han's favorite food:

favorite food:

disliked food:

hobbies:

disgusting things:

...

Han Zhan asked: "must I write?" He has never written this, that is, when he graduated from high school, he did not write in such detail.

"Yes." Song porcelain said: "we are husband and wife, I always want to know you."

So it is.

Han Zhan put the paper on the table, relying on its height, slightly bent down to write. And song porcelain, even people with chairs, are surrounded by Han Zhan. She lowered her head slightly, and her head was under Han Zhan's chest. At such a close distance, song porcelain was a little uneasy.

But Han Zhan looks calm, the tip of his pen is walking on the upstream of the paper, writing down the characters of flying dragon and Phoenix one by one. Song porcelain felt the powerful heartbeat of Han Zhan from the top of her head, and her heartbeat was also disordered and out of order.

Song Zhan couldn't pay attention to her strong sense of paper. She could smell the cold breath on Han Zhan, and she could kiss Han Zhan with her head slightly raised. She opened the collar bone in the two buttons of his neck...

Song porcelain grasped the chair with her fingers and was ready to move.

Han Zhan didn't know how confused Song Ci's mind was. He wrote word by word on the paper --

favorite foods: meat, stinky tofu, coriander, Chinese toon, steamed eggs, sauced hooves...

disliked food: pickled mustard, balsam pear, Japanese food.

Hobbies: shooting, horse riding, racing, bamboo weaving...

annoying things: waste food...

the word "waste food" was just written, and suddenly, a mouthful of hot air blew into his face. Han Zhan's eyes moved, looked down at Song porcelain with warning and said, "don't skin."

"Brother Han, can you advance what you want to do tomorrow night to tonight?" Song porcelain, who has not spoken for a long time, smashed Han Zhan.

Click!

The tip of the pen was broken on A4 paper.

Han Zhan's Adam's big, sexy, is the toughest shield in front of his throat. At the moment, the shield rolled up and down involuntarily. It was not protecting the master's throat. It was a prison gate, holding the most ferocious beasts.

Song porcelain knew what Han Zhan was worried about. She gently pulled Han Zhan's collar with her right hand and said with a red face, "we are already husband and wife..."

"no regrets?" Han Zhan's nose against song porcelain forehead, restrained voice still can not hide desire.

Song porcelain breathed lightly, but firmly nodded, "no regrets."

Han zhansong opens his left hand and the pen pole falls on the table. Song porcelain rose from the sky and was held in his arms by Han Zhan and returned to his room. With the door locked with a click, song porcelain has no room to retreat.

--At 12:30, Han Zhan finally let song porcelain go. Her eyes were reddish, and she lay limply on the sofa, wrapped in a thin quilt. The body is not comfortable, it is not because of pain, but there is a sense of discomfort that the body lacks something.

Song porcelain can't help feeling a little sad.

Han Zhan is changing the sheets. He had already taken a bath, and on his scarred back, there were more scratches left by girls' fingernails.

After laying the bed sheet, Han Zhan turns around. His muscles are not big, but full of a sense of strength. Song porcelain is still looking at him. His eyes are straight, generous and not affectable.

This is her husband. Look, it's not a crime. Han Zhan didn't mind being seen like this by song porcelain. He tightened the bath towel around his waist and looked down to ask song porcelain, "are you going to sleep?"

Song porcelain: "very tired..." finish saying, song porcelain suddenly closed his mouth. Is that still her voice? Dry and hoarse.

Han Zhan took song porcelain from the sofa and put it on the bed. He turned and left the room. He didn't know what to do.

Song porcelain sweating, short hair soft stick to the neck support. Put on the bed, her eyelids are a little heavy, is sleepy.

At this time, Han Zhan came back with a transparent glass in his hand, which was mixed with honey water. Han Zhan pats song porcelain on the cheek. Song porcelain wakes up and is dragged by Han Zhan to feed a few mouthfuls of honey water.

My voice seems to be more comfortable.

Han Zhan put down his glass, and then he took off his bath towel for his pajamas. The clock on the wall suddenly opened her eyes, and she could not understand what it meant.

Han Zhan looked at her suspiciously, "what are you laughing at?"Pointing to the clock on the wall, song porcelain said intriguingly, "it takes four hours from foreplay to the end of washing."

Han Zhan also looked back at the clock.

It's already half past twelve.

Understand song porcelain hint, Han Zhan rare some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, it's my lack of propriety." The attraction of song porcelain to Han Zhan was deeper than he thought. He was out of control tonight.

It is very difficult for a clean man in his thirties to suddenly taste the taste.

Han Zhan stared at Song porcelain's delicate lips, thought carefully, and replied honestly, "it's very difficult for you."

My mother, what a provocative remark!

I've been sniped!

Song porcelain turned over and buried his face in the pillow. He was embarrassed to see Han Zhan.

Before Song porcelain disliked Han Zhan's leather gloves next to her skin uncomfortable, so let Han Zhan take off. Han Zhan hesitated and took off her gloves. Now Song porcelain will not sleep, Han Zhan will sit on the other side of the bed, planning to put on his artificial fingers.

Song porcelain suddenly reached out to take his fake finger and put it on the bedside table. She said, "what do you wear at night! It's unnecessary. "

Han Zhan wants to say, afraid to scare you. A little silent, Han Zhan or told the truth, "if you wake up in the morning, open your eyes and suddenly see a hand with only three fingers, you will be scared."

Song porcelain stares at Han Zhan's face. Her eyes are complicated. Her lips move a few times. Song porcelain wants to tell Han Zhan that his hands are not so ugly. "When you wake up, I sleep with my left hand."

Han Zhan said, "I'm afraid that after I fall asleep, my right hand will hold you involuntarily."

Song porcelain wants to roll his eyes again, and says in a bad mood, "that's better to kill it, OK?" Mother in law, many things.

Han Zhan knew that song porcelain was angry, and he did not insist. He put down his false finger and lay down on the other side. It's a good time to sleep with Han Zhan after taking off his gloves.

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