Qian Zhi decided that if necessary, she would have a long talk with Song Qishen later as a last resort.

The gold-plated copper shelf on the side of the bathtub is divided into many grids, and flowers of different flavors are placed in them.

Similarly, I also prepared bath salts. The aroma of roses is lingering, and the faint smell of the aftertaste is very familiar.

In a hazy state, she seemed to smell the scent of lotus-scented Pu'er, with the elegance of the old Banzhang ancient tree, not honey but very sweet.

Qianzhi has always had a keen sense of smell, and she had smelled this smell before in Qianjia's small tea cabinet.

She pursed her nose, and with the gentle flow of warm water, she unconsciously became more relaxed.

When Qian Zhi came out of the bathroom wrapped in her pajamas and pulled on her slippers, she felt as comfortable as if she had fallen into a soft marshmallow.

Song Qishen must have washed himself somewhere else. The washed hair on his forehead was pushed aside, revealing his superior brow bones.

His pajamas are in the style of home clothes, simple.

Without the background of a coat or a suit, this look dissipated a little of his coldness and made him appear softer inexplicably.

He was fiddling with the phone in his hand, his long, jade-like knuckles flicking on the screen casually, not knowing what he was looking at.

Quite focused.

Qianzhi looked at it for a while. She wanted to ask where she was sleeping, but she opened her mouth and choked back.

Anyway, there are many rooms here, and the temperature is constant all year round. She should be able to build a sleeping greenhouse in any room she chooses.

Song Qi looked at his phone with his eyes closed, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a pair of restless little feet, and he raised his head directly.

The girl wore her own little dinosaur plush pajamas, which were yellow and green and looked bulging.

It's furry and should feel good to the touch.

After a while, Song Qishen slowly put the phone back.

Qian Zhi caught a glimpse of Song Qishen's actions, and her breathing became inexplicably tight.

Although she herself doesn't know why she is like this.

Song Qishen looked at her tangled expression as if facing a formidable enemy. He watched her silently for nearly half a minute before speaking compassionately, "Has your hair been dried?"

Qianzhi calmed down after being embarrassed and replied directly, "Well, blow dry."

After Song Qishen heard what she said, he got a glass of warm milk from somewhere and said, "Drink this before going to bed."

Qianzhi has this little habit before going to bed, and she has had it since she was a child.

She likes to drink milk and eat a wide variety of dairy products.

But what I love more is actually the brewing type of milk powder.

However, even though this was fresh milk, the taste could be accurately captured. Qianzhi just thought that he had done a good job of investigating it in advance.

She took it and drank it obediently.

After I raised my head, there was a layer of milk foam floating on my lips. It fainted in a small circle. It was not obvious and disappeared quickly.

Song Qishen stared at the little girl in front of him, but after staring for a long time, he could not help but meet her gaze.

Her almond-shaped eyes were full and sparkling, as if she was observing his expression.

"What were you afraid of just now?" Song Qishen came closer, so close that he almost pressed against her ear, even breathing into her.

"I didn't." Qian Zhi said this, but her body was honest and she subconsciously took two steps back.

Song Qishen didn't ask in detail, but there seemed to be some understanding hidden in his slightly suppressed voice, "Don't worry, my brother won't touch you before I get the certificate."

Qian Zhi was placed in the master bedroom, while Song Qishen himself went to the second bedroom.

Very close.

The room here, which is dominated by black, white and gray tones, looks even more cold against the backdrop of the bright red bedding.

Qianzhi experienced the nap on the sofa just now, and now she no longer feels sleepy.

She first pulled the quilt up to cover her head, then buried her sideways in the quilt, and finally held the quilt between her legs -

It's all wasted effort.

At this moment, the blood flowing all over her body was trying its best to bring her the memories just now.

It's like there's an echo, it's never ending.

The word "touch" was spoken by Song Qishen in a cool and calm manner, without any discomfort.

This guy is really a bitch.

real!!

After roughly filtering the upcoming arrangements in her mind, Qianzhi seemed to finally feel a little sleepy.

She sighed and let the feelings in her heart be replaced by trivial things.

It's just that her heart is quiet, but the rain outside is pattering, but it can no longer calm down.

The biting cold wind blew against the window, and the silhouettes of branches blown by the wind danced wildly in front of the window.

Nanyuan is close to the mountains and the sea, so it is quite miserable at night like this.

Qianzhi couldn't help it, glanced at it, and then quickly closed her eyes.

But although her reason told her that it was nothing, curiosity still prevailed.

She quickly and quietly glanced out the window again.

The black shadow approached and then moved away, extremely arrogant.

Song Qishen has been extremely busy recently, so he took the time to run back to Nanyuan and urgently handle some copywriting.

To be honest, he was really tired.

Just like now, he still needs to check some emails, and even just half sitting on the edge of the bed, he has already leaned on the bedside table and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After a while——

"Deng Deng" sounded twice on the door.

Song Qishen opened his eyes quietly and said, "Come in."

The next second.

Qian Zhi slowly opened the door.

"Brother, are you asleep?"

Qianzhi's little face had no expression in the half-hidden darkness, but her voice at this moment completely exposed her emotions.
Chapter completed!