Su Wan bent over, and Song Ziheng almost pressed against her back. Xia Ri's clothes were light and thin, and Su Wan could also feel the heat of his muscles through the fabric. In order to see the movements of his hands, he deliberately turned his head to the side. In this way, the two faces were very close, almost with cheeks on her cheeks. The heat in Song Ziheng's breathing slowly blew across Su Wan's cheeks.

So it was not easy for Su Wan to learn to pack her luggage while showing a squeamish and dodging side. Finally, in the secret competition between you and I, the package was packed. Su Wan wanted to sweat, but saw Song Ziheng looking at her gently: "Have you learned it?"

"It should be."

"I suddenly remembered that there was another piece of clothing I forgot to put in." Song Ziheng took the clothes from the closet, handed them to Su Wan, and looked at her with a smile, "Then I'll trouble you."

Su Wan took the clothes and turned to look at the package on the bed, her eyes flashing: "What if I haven't learned it yet?"

"I don't mind teaching my wife again," Song Ziheng said slowly, his hands swept around her waist again, holding her hands as if he was going to do it again, but Su Wan held his hands hard and did not move.

"Madam?"

Su Wan turned her face and looked at Song Ziheng's eyes flashing constantly. At this moment, the most beautiful star outside, "If I can't learn it, will my husband teach me for the rest of my life?"

Song Ziheng has never been so close to anyone, especially with a woman. When Su Wan turned her face without warning, his lips just rubbed against Su Wan's straight nose, and a soft fragrance left between her lips and teeth. Song Ziheng felt his heartbeat accelerated. When he heard Su Wan's question, he blurted out without thinking for the first time: "What's wrong?"

Su Wan stopped talking, just looked at Song Ziheng quietly. Song Ziheng didn't speak, but her eyes fell from her eyes to her delicate red lips. At this time, her red lips opened lightly, as if she was exhaling like an orchid. The next second, Su Wan moved, and then Song Ziheng was stunned.

Song Ziheng read Xin Qiji's poems and wrote that "the east wind bloomed at night, thousands of flowers bloomed, and the stars blew down like rain." He knew that this was about fireworks, which bloomed like fire trees and silver flowers, but it was fleeting, like thousands of meteors falling and then disappeared without a trace. Although he had never seen them, he could imagine how beautiful it was.

Su Wan blinked at Song Ziheng, thinking that his appearance was very interesting, subverting Song Ziheng in her cognition. She was so itchy that she wanted to tease him, but she could only think about it in her heart. It would be fine if Song Ziheng looked like a yellow girl more than her, but it would be amazing if she looked like a female hooligan again.

Su Wan lowered her head, covered the regret in her eyes, and put it silently. Song Ziheng also sorted out her luggage and packed it, put it on the chair beside her, and then she returned to the bed with the light. Su Wan thought that after this tossing, Song Ziheng's appearance in a yellow girl would last for at least a while. Unexpectedly, his psychological quality was so good. He had recovered when he went to bed, and even hugged her naturally, wanting to wrap her in his arms with both hands. Su Wan had to remind him: "Honey, hot."

Song Ziheng's face suddenly turned red, but no one saw clearly at night. Song Ziheng let go of Su Wan, but still had a hand on her waist. She usually slept as steady as his personality, lying flat and meticulously. At this moment, she was lying sideways facing Su Wan, and Su Wan also leaned slightly towards him. Her face was only one finger away, and she lie face to face, breathing and tangling, and she really felt like a mandarin duck's neck.
Chapter completed!