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Feng Qi never thought that he would actually look forward to seeing a woman standing in the kitchen and cutting fruits for him.

As he looked at Xia Han's faintly discernible back view, his mind filled with countless imaginations.

He thought that in the future, Xia Han would wash his hands and cook some broth for him, and they would enter the marriage hall. When she wore the white dress, she would be the most beautiful woman in the world.

They would produce children, and their daughter would definitely look like Xia Han. He would use all of her body and soul to love this child, making her the most beautiful little princess in the world. She would give her the most precious thing, so that those foolish brats outside wouldn't trick her away easily.

Feng Qi thought about it many times and he had to admit that the spread of knowledge in the President Feng was extremely powerful.

In just half a minute, he had already thought of such a distant matter.

The more he thought about it, the more his mind could not calm down. Even his heart was beating uneasily, as if something great was about to happen to him.

Looking at the back view, he couldn't help but stand up and quietly walk into the kitchen.

Xia Han had already cut the fruit, and was using her beautiful hands to carefully arrange a fruit platter.

The kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of fruit, which was like a melodious music to the ear, causing Feng Qi's mood to become extremely good.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and embrace her from behind.

"Smell the fruit."

He whispered in her ear.

It was an extremely intimate action to hug her from behind.

Even speaking in her ear was extremely intimate.

The two of them had yet to confirm their relationship with each other. Such a intimate action would not be a good choice, because it would cause Xia Han to become wary and even retreat.

When Feng Qi embraced her, he was also filled with apprehension. He was afraid that Xia Han would reject him, reject him, and even directly distance himself from him.

In fact, Xia Han's entire body froze. The man's embrace was warm.

Furthermore, because she was very close to Feng Qi, when Feng Qi hugged her, the sweet scent of plants wafted over. This kind of man's perfume gave people a very comfortable feeling.

He didn't know if he was suspicious or not, so there was still a small distance between the two of them.

The distance that was always left for her to leave.

Xia Han could not help but chuckle, her expression carrying traces of ridicule.

"Since you've already hugged me, don't give me any distance to escape. What if I escape? "

She maintained this distance, her hand did not stop moving as she put the plate together.

Feng Qi was silent for a moment, his eyes drooping as he stared intently at her hands.

Xia Han had a pair of beautiful hands. He had already known it before, her fingers were slender and tender, her nails extremely full, her hands looked as if they were immersed in milk and had a milky-white color, making one feel pleased.

The sliced fruit was held between her fingers, gradually forming a beautiful fruit plate.

He seemed to be lost in thought, and only after a long while did he whisper, "I'm afraid I'll be hated by you."

"What?" Xia Han did not hear it clearly. His voice was suppressed to a low pitch, as if it was vague between her lips.

"I was afraid to get too close to you and be hated by you. I hugged you without your consent. I clearly said after I kissed you before that I wouldn't force you to do something you didn't like in the future, but I still couldn't resist. Now that my old illness has returned, I hugged you without asking you a question. I always feel that it's not good, that I don't respect you enough, but I can't help it … "

When he said these words, his gaze was still on her hand. He seemed to be hesitating, as if he was immersed in a beautiful dream.

If Xia Han turned around and looked at him, she would realize that Feng Qi's eyes were still empty even now.

After he finished this sentence, he let out a long, helpless sigh.

It was as if he was extremely disappointed in himself.

"So, blame me?" Xia Han tilted his head slightly.

Feng Qi had always been paying attention to her. When Xia Han tilted his head, he saw that the white ear on her left gently leaned towards him.

This was a very subtle action, but it was also inexplicably captivating.

Seeing that the ear that was as white as porcelain was getting closer and closer, Feng Qi, as if he was scared of something, gently turned his head and dodged it.

His action made Xia Han unable to refrain from laughing out loud.

"What are you hiding for? I'm not possessed by the plague, I won't infect you!"

Xia Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She gently twitched the corner of her mouth, feeling extremely speechless at the action he had taken to avoid her.

Feng Qi's face paled slightly. Clearly, he felt helpless towards his own ridiculous actions.

"I'm not hiding, I'm afraid of kissing you."

His voice was as low as a mosquito's, barely audible.

It was hard to imagine that a big shot of the entertainment industry would be so shy.

"So what if you kissed me? I'm willing."

Xia Han raised her hand and slowly touched Yue Yang's face.

Her slender fingers slid down the bridge of his nose, slowly caressing his lips before finally stopping.

Her thumb pressed down on his lips bit by bit. Her tiny movements were somewhat provocative, like the midday sun in the middle of a cold winter day. It made people unable to stop being intoxicated, wishing that the sunlight would last a little longer and make him warmer.

"Have you ever heard a sentence?" Xia Han asked him softly. Her hands didn't stop moving, and continued to ravage his lips.

"What do you mean?" When he opened his mouth to speak, he allowed Xia Han's finger to succeed, and directly stuck it into his mouth.

The light in Feng Qi's eyes dimmed, and his pitch-black eyes seemed to have some sort of deeper emotion churning within, as if it would spill out at any moment.

Xia Han pursed her lips: "Those who look good will be called flirty, while those who look ugly will be called obscene."

Hearing her words, Feng Qi's body involuntarily tensed up, as if he was afraid that she would say something that would make him nervous.

"How can it be indecent when you're so good at looking at random? Of course it's flirting. "I was pulled up to this point by you ~"

Her last sentence was uttered almost in a whisper, almost under her breath.

It was as if there was honey in his mouth. It was sticky and sweet.

Feng Qi was so nervous that his heart seemed to have been hit by her, and he was completely immersed in it.

His breathing became disorderly, and Xia Han's fingers became abnormally mischievous. It was like he was playing a game.

Xia Han's fingertip had a fruit fragrance, Feng Qi tasted the sweet and sour orange flavor.

He lightly bit her naughty fingertip with his teeth, showing a hint of punishment and affection.

Feng Qi took a step forward, and now that the two of them were close, she no longer had any distance to escape.

He pulled her hand out of his mouth, lowered his head slightly to the tip of her finger, and gave her a gentle kiss, like a dragonfly touching the water lightly. If it wasn't for the fact that Xia Han's fingers were usually more sensitive, she might have completely ignored this action of his.

He hugged her tightly as Xia Han's back pressed tightly against his chest.

The man's chest was very broad, making her feel absent-minded and touched at the same time.

Feng Qi buried his chin into her neck and gently sniffed; the unique fragrance of her body entered his nose and almost captivated him.

"Xia Han." he called softly to her.

"Yes."

"Xia Han." Another gentle yet persistent sound.

"I'm here." "Yes," she said.

It felt good to have someone respond. The person he had previously thought of was currently in his arms.

"Eat the fruits. If you don't, I'll want to eat you."

Feng Qi said with a bit of difficulty. Only God knew that his words were dug out from his throat, because it was simply too depressing.

If he had not restrained himself with difficulty, perhaps Xia Han would have already been scared away by him.

Xia Han continued to laugh, and when Feng Qi let her go, he took the initiative to take a few steps back before returning to the living room.

Every time Feng Qi met her, it was always rather exaggerated.

His emotions were easily stirred up because of her, and even Xia Han herself thought that he was exaggerating.

But when she carried the fruit plate back to the living room, and saw Feng Qi seated on the sofa slightly stiffly, with only his legs acting a little strange, Xia Han finally started to believe him.

She observed him carefully and saw that his face was flushed all the way to his ears. He looked shy from the inside out.

"Have a strawberry and see if it's hot." Xia Han pinched a strawberry in her hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

She just looked at him awkwardly, knowing that she had finished half of the fruit plate. Only then did Feng Qi's condition improve a little.

"It's about time. Let's go to the airport."

Feng Qi heaved a sigh of relief, luckily he managed to hold back and did not reveal himself on the spot, if not Xia Han would have categorized him as a pervert, so in order to not let her think like that, he had to use all his power to keep his image.

"Okay, wait a moment." Xia Han excitedly entered the bathroom, and when she came out, she had a comb and hairspray in her hands.

"Your hair is a bit messy, let me help you move it a bit." She dabbed at it with a comb as she spoke, then sprayed on her hair gel.

Xia Han's fingers had been stroking his hair the entire time, and the sensation of contact that came through his hair seemed incredibly mysterious.

He knew that Xia Han's fingers were very soft. A girl's hand was completely different from a man's, it was really like a bun that had just left its cage.

He liked Xia Han so much that when she touched her hair, he tensed up.

"Very good, very handsome."

She lifted his chin and studied it for a moment, giving him an answer with a satisfied smile.

It was as if the current Feng Qi was a work of her own that she was extremely proud of.

Just these four words alone, made Feng Qi sink into a feeling of floating ethereal.

He carried Xia Han's luggage out. After he changed his shoes and closed the door, he realized that he did not seem to have visited Xia Han's house carefully.

He immediately felt regret in his heart.