C271

Chapter 271 - Rabbit Hair Cards

Deep in the night, heavy rain poured down.

Luo Weiwei walked along the street in a daze. There weren't many people on the street now, and a few office workers who worked night shifts would occasionally run over, holding an umbrella in their hands.

Only she was drenched, and in the rain and the night, she had become a wet chicken.

He was like a zombie as he walked step by step towards the remote apartment.

The pouring rain was like her tears.

She felt that there was no hope in this world. The woman who was originally bright and beautiful had finally been corrupted by this life.

It was as if she had lost her original pursuit. All her ambitions and ideals had been swept away.

Tonight, her head was empty.

The camera focused on Xia Han's face, she looked extremely haggard, her eyes were drenched in the rain, and she was very black.

The lipstick on her mouth was a mess. Occasionally, someone would pass by and look at her, but they quickly avoided her.

The girl's delicate face was ruined by the torrential downpour.

She didn't look like her usual self at all. On the contrary, she looked very dejected, like a ghost girl.

As Luo Weiwei was walking aimlessly, suddenly, a shadow appeared above her head, and the annoying raindrops didn't hit her body.

She spoke in a cold tone, her eyelids slightly raised. The rain outside did not lessen in the slightest.

It was just that she was protected by a large black umbrella, so she was no longer washed away by the rain.

She gently raised her head and met a pair of bright black eyes. Her eyelashes followed the long and dense line and her pupils were deep black, as if they were even darker and darker than the night outside.

"Pay attention to your body. Be careful not to get sick."

A deep voice sounded, just like a cool summer night, the cool breeze spun on his face and then quickly left.

It made people feel nostalgic and comfortable, and they couldn't help but want to urge them to stay.

"Thank you."

The two words "Qi Tian" twirled between her lips, and in the end, he did not call out.

He had the nagging feeling that she was neither a human nor a ghost. Even calling out his name was a blasphemy.

So in the end she just whispered her thanks.

The two of them walked side by side on the street, and the man kept her on the inside side of the road.

A black private car sped by with huge splashes, wetting his khaki windbreaker.

Even Luo Weiwei, who was standing inside, could not help but tremble when she felt the invasion of the gigantic droplets of water.

She looked up at him. The man's profile was handsome, but he didn't look upset. On the contrary, he looked calm.

"Are your clothes wet?" Luo Weiwei hesitated again and again, but still decided to ask in a low voice.

The man replied, "It's okay to get wet in the rain."

The two of them returned to silence once more, Luo Weiwei was a little vexed.

Every time she met a man, she was always like that.

"When you get home, cook the Red Sugar Ginger Soup and drink it first. Don't catch a cold."

The man's voice sounded again, bringing her mind back to reality.

When Luo Weiwei raised her head, he saw that they were already at her house.

The sound control light in the tower had long been broken, and only the few residences had lights on. However, the dim yellow light was faintly discernible, causing Luo Weiwei to feel at ease.

"I'm here, be careful."

She raised her head and softly warned him. Her eyes were red, as if she was about to cry at any moment.

After saying that, he turned around and tried to run away.

Through her extremely quick movements, it seemed as if she was trying to escape.

"Weiwei." The man stopped her.

However, she did not dare to look back because her current appearance was definitely extremely ugly. Why would she need to turn around and let him look at her again?

It was likely that he had gotten used to her bedraggled appearance on the way back.

"Take care of yourself, I still want to dance with you. I expect you to wear a ballerina and become a swan. "

The man's words were like a spell that was carved deeply into her heart.

"Knock knock knock" Luo Weiwei ran up the stairs without looking back. Her hurried footsteps seemed to have merged with the chaotic sound of her heartbeat.

She didn't stop until she reached the fifth floor.

"Phew – – Phew –" She breathed heavily, her face pale. It was unknown whether it was because she was too cold or because she was very nervous.

His entire body seemed to have shrunk.

She walked over to the railing and looked down. The man was still standing there with a black umbrella in his hand.

As a car drove by, she saw the headlights illuminate his body. His trench coat was a different color, and it was obvious that half of it had been soaked by the rain.

His shoulder was also very wet, probably to protect her from the rain, so he leaned the umbrella towards her as much as possible.

However, at that time, she was too concentrated on looking around in panic that she didn't notice this detail.

When she came back to her senses, the man downstairs was gone.

His departure was as hurried and silent as his appearance.

"Crack!"

At Director Zheng's order, staff members immediately rushed out from the buildings. Some were holding towels, some were holding dry clothes.

After flustered and flustered for a while, Xia Han finally changed into dry clothes and sat on a chair with a towel wrapped around her.

"Here."

An orange-yellow ceramic cup appeared in front of him. The blanket was still shrouded in a dense fog, so it must be filled with hot drinks. That was why the cup was emitting steam.

Xia Han accepted it, and when she raised his head, he saw Feng Qi also changing into a new set of clothes.

Her fingertips touched his as she took the glass.

The man had a pair of extremely beautiful hands. Just like how countless people knelt and licked his hands when he released the dancing videos, Xia Han also felt that his hands were extremely charming.

His skin was fair, his joints distinct, and his fingers slender.

It was a hand that was naturally capable of making hand pads. It was excessively good-looking, just like a beautiful landscape painting. People couldn't help but stare at it.

"What is this?"

Feng Qi said as he raised his hand to her head.

Finally, she pulled the hairpin from her forehead.

The white hair clip lay on his palm, dotted with a mischievous rabbit's head.

It was only when he pulled it down that he recognized what it was. He felt a bit embarrassed.

"Should I put it on?"

His fingertips gripped the rabbit's head, and for the first time there was uncertainty in his voice.

He felt that the hairpin action was too intimate. Although he couldn't wait to do it, he knew that it wasn't good in front of so many people.

Finally, the makeup artist helped Xia Han put it back on, but Feng Qi stood at the side watching the entire time, her eyes opened wide, she was more serious than anyone else.

"Does it hurt to hold my hair?"

He even whispered and exchanged his experiences with makeup artist, who was overwhelmed by the big boss's question. makeup artist answered him immediately and carefully, even showing him how it would not hurt to put it on again, as if Xia Han was a test subject.

"What is it?" He read it once, as if unable to stop, almost blinked his eyes, and asked in a slightly innocent tone.

makeup artist was immediately stunned, completely captured by his stunned look.

"It just so happens that Xia Han's hair is a bit tattered, why don't you help her wear this hairpin?" makeup artist nervously asked.

"Can I?" It took him all the strength he could muster to keep his face straight, to keep himself from laughing.

"Of course." makeup artist stuffed the hairpin into his hands and started to move back.

Feng Qi held onto the hairpin of the other rabbit's head, and was so excited that his whole body was about to spasm. Although he wanted to wear it immediately, he suppressed the excitement that was welling up inside his heart.

"Can I?" Feng Qi lowered his head and asked Xia Han.

Seeing the eager look in his eyes, Xia Han really wanted to roll his eyes.

Even at this time, she still dared to ask about this "little mouse". If she said no, makeup artist would also be embarrassed.

"Yes."

Just as she finished speaking, Feng Qi straightened himself and went over to her side, using the hairpin to poke at her head.

"This way, don't use brute force." makeup artist made a few gestures.

Feng Qi took the chance to fully stroke Xia Han's hair a few times with the hair clip.

Female artiste like Xia Han would definitely have to take care of her hair everyday. Her hair was smooth and black.

When he held it in his hand, it felt like fine silk.

His eyes were serious and focused as he helped Xia Han put on the hair clip. It was like a painting of a splashing mountain, intoxicating people and making them unable to bear to disturb him.

The makeup artist standing at the side nearly screamed out.

She was fascinated by the way they looked.

Xia Han sat on the chair the entire time, quietly looking at herself in the mirror, allowing Feng Qi to play with her hair without any complaints.

One had to know that many Female artiste viewed their own hair as treasures, and did not allow it to be touched at all.

But now, facing Feng Qi's touch, which could not be considered gentle, Xia Han did not say a single word.

"Interesting."

Feng Qi finally retracted his hand and gave a summary of his previous actions.

After he finished doing all these, he obediently retreated to the side, allowing makeup artist to tidy up Xia Han's hair.

However, from time to time, he would use his fingers to rub his fingertips. It was as if there was a sense of smoothness lingering on his fingertips, slowly eroding his skin.

While everyone's attention was focused on Xia Han, he quietly raised her hand and sniffed with her nose.

A faint fragrance lingered in the air, almost causing him to tremble.

This fragrance was like an extremely toxic poison, causing him to be unable to extricate himself. Not only was his body uncontrollably excited, even his mind had become drowsy because of the excessive enthusiasm.

Once again, he felt that, to him, Xia Han was too much of an attraction.

Feng Qi was in a daze, his gaze could not help but look towards Xia Han, only to see her, who was originally surrounded, wink at him.

There was a teasing look in her eyes, as if she had seen all of his meaningless actions.

Feng Qi suddenly felt his mind was shaken, like a kitten that had just stolen dried fish, and was caught red-handed.

He tried his best to protect the dried fish, but all the hair on his body stood on end and his tail was raised high, yet he didn't seem to know what to do.

After the few minutes that were tantamount to torture passed, the people around Xia Han also dispersed.

makeup artist was busy packing up his things and did not notice them.

Xia Han finally walked to his side.

She walked over with a smile and a sweet smile on her face.

"Big pervert."