"I personally mixed a fragrance for you." Qian Zhi smiled, her eyes curved into two small crescents, which were bright and shining.

"I thought about it for a long time, but the taste was far from what I originally imagined, so when I finally made it, the raw materials were a bit insufficient. I happened to be returning to China soon and didn't have much time to make it, so I could only fill it half full.

Bottle." Qianzhi recalled that at first, she originally wanted to buy a similar diamond-shaped crystal bottle, but she couldn't find the right one no matter how hard she looked.

She will still have the opportunity to make her favorite perfume bottle herself in the future, but that will wait until later.

Anyway, it was just a matter of one or two years.

Song Qishen's eyes followed the bottle in his hand, and it was indeed swaying, with only half of the bottle in it.

"Do you like this scent?"

Qian Zhi spent a lot of time trying to find the scent that suited him best.

But soon, she felt that the smell that Song Qishen carried with him was good enough.

So in the end, Qian Zhi lowered her expected estimate and used the lightest concentration to create a fragrance she wanted.

"Yes, I like it very much." Song Qishen moved her over and placed her on his lap, "Only for me?"

Qian Zhi hugged his neck and nodded, "Although I will make more incense in the future, this one is for you and signed for you."

After a pause, the girl slowly spoke, "This is the first one that I independently and completely prepared, and I give it to you."

Song Qishen didn't speak for a long time.

But his eyes, as black as the cold stars in the night sky, suddenly lit up.

He made no secret of his affection, his moving expression, and the flame-like burningness that he had hidden in the dark before.

The momentum of a prairie fire is unstoppable.

And those eyes full of love.

Yes, indeed, clearly and clearly.

It's a look full of love.

This sight, which appeared for the first time without any meaning, was unreserved.

It has nothing to do with description or anything else.

It’s only about love; it’s also about her.

Late at night, the moon peeked out through the thin clouds.

The bright nights of early summer are clearer than ever before.

The sycamore trees in the courtyard were rustling in the breeze, and the windows in several foreign-style buildings were bright and dark, and the light leaking out was completely different.

On the second floor of Song's house, the window of Song Qishen's bedroom was half-opened. There was no light, but the moonlight quietly filtered in.

And that faint voice.

With the shaking bed, they came together.

Occasionally, if it is too deep or too heavy, it will produce a different sound.

The moon was rising and the stars were rising, and it was not until the latter half of the night that the subtle rustling sounds gradually died down.

Song Qishen finally withdrew and turned over to lie down.

The girl in his arms was so dizzy that she couldn't even open her eyelids.

He just lay there in a daze, his temples soaked with sweat.

The bedding and sheets were completely unreadable, but Song Qishen was too lazy to change them, and kept talking to Qian Zhi.

He especially liked talking to Qian Zhi at this time.

After she tolerated her to the fullest, Song Qishen became obsessed with the feeling of just two people cuddling together.

They are dependent on each other and do not distinguish each other.

Not to mention that this was the room where he grew up.

Qian Zhi also stayed here. At that time, she mostly lay on the soft couch to rest.

Time passed by and she became his woman.

The soft couch was also replaced by his bed.

"Are you really sleepy now?"

Is not this nonsensical.

Qianzhi muttered, "I'm sleepy and tired."

The man chuckled above her head, "You still have the energy to complain, you shouldn't be tired yet?"

Qian Zhi was too lazy to argue, mainly because she never seemed to be able to argue with him.

She had a small calculation in mind, her tone was cautious, and she deliberately avoided Song Qishen's questions, "Ah... I seem to have fallen asleep."

Seeing her like this, Song Qishen raised his eyes slightly and looked at the quartz clock on the wall.

Tick ​​tick tick ticked as he walked, his fingertip pointed at two.

It's two o'clock in the morning, which is indeed not too late. Although I have only baked pies once, it is better than the time.

While you're still awake, can I tell you something?"

Qianzhi's eyelids are covered with light pink and she looks extremely cute.

After hearing his words, the little girl closed her eyes tightly but still nodded obediently.

"......Um."

Song Qishen reached out and brushed her thick and curled eyelashes, "Since we have already received the certificate, and you have just returned from France this time, do you want to hold a banquet to make your classmates happy?"

The author has something to say: Tomorrow will be about the same time, I will update more from the day after tomorrow~

Dad’s voice is so loud, let’s write about the King of Hell you are looking forward to in the extra chapter (he is a bit morbid and paranoid, so be warned in advance-)

In fact, in the original extra chapter, I expected that Dumbo and Peacock would get along with each other when they were young (actually, they were attracted to each other when they were teenagers, one was unaware of it, and the other was difficult to notice)
Chapter completed!