Qi Anran suddenly realized: "No wonder you hurriedly pulled me over as soon as you got the room card, it turned out to be this idea!"
Huo Yizhen raised his eyebrows slightly, and generously admitted: "Yes, I don't know if I have been sincere enough to prepare for this surprise? Can you touch your heart, Miss?"
Qi Anran was amused by him, and followed him with a pretentious groan: "So-so, just on the pass line, you are barely considered qualified."
"Just qualified?"
Seeing Huo Yizhen approaching again, Qi Anran's eyes drooped slightly, pretending to not understand the two fires in his eyes, and tentatively said: "We didn't eat at night, you brought steak over again, do you want to eat it? point?"
Huo Yizhen knew that Qi Anran had always been passive in such matters, but it was not unwilling, but insecure.
This is probably related to her father who had never met, so he should take the initiative at this time.
"I'm not hungry, are you hungry?"
Uh...Why are these words so ambiguous? Qi Anran took two steps back subconsciously, and he started to think about it.
How would she answer this? Say you are hungry, what if this unscrupulous guy rushes to feed her strange things?
But if he is not hungry, will this person become more impatient?
Qi Anran's brain theater ran like a wild horse running wild, out of control.
Huo Yizhen saw that Qi Anran hadn't responded for a long time, and he was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Qi Anran was taken aback and hurriedly said, "I...I'm not hungry."
"……Oh."
I don't know if it is her illusion, I always feel that Huo Yizhen's reply is indescribable!
"Then don't eat steak, but you still have to drink this wine." Huo Yizhen quickly poured two glasses of wine, one to Qi Anran, and one to keep for himself.
Qi Anran took it and was about to drink, but Huo Yizhen suddenly stopped and said, "Wait."
"What's wrong?"
Huo Yizhen stretched his hand around Qi Anran's hand holding the wine glass, instead of forming a posture of ancient people drinking and drinking wine: "Drink like this."
"……Oh."
After a glass of wine, Qi Anran's entire face was red, and he didn't know whether it was poor drinking or shame.
Huo Yizhen looked at her face full of red clouds, the heat in her eyes became more and more profound, and said in a dumb voice: "Of course, you are already an adult."
Qi Anran's heart trembles, and his muffled voice responds: "Yeah."
"Of course, I find that I am a little hungry now."
The two got very close, and all the breath that Huo Yizhen exhaled when he was speaking fell on Qi Anran's neck.
Qi Anran's neck was red now, and she said at a loss: "If you are hungry, eat steak."
"But, I want to eat you."
"You!" Qi Anran was taken aback, and as soon as he raised his head, he met Huo Yizhen's gentle smile, and after a while, she was hugged directly by Huo Yizhen and walked to the big bed not far away.
Leaning his back on the soft bed, Qi Anran was in a trance for a moment, and then Huo Yizhen pressed on it.
"Don't be afraid, will you leave everything to me?" Huo Yizhen's voice was filled with pity and coaxing.
Qi Anran's hands on the quilt tightened subconsciously, but no longer avoided Huo Yizhen's gaze.
After a long time, there was a trembling reply in the silent room: "Yeah."
A trace of ecstasy flashed across Huo Yizhen's face, and he cautiously reached out and touched Qi An Ran's face, then finally couldn't help but lower his head and kissed it.