"Aren’t you going out?"
Bi Xia sprawled on the bed and burrowed into the blanket, looking at Qin Zhan who was coming out of the bathroom, and asked.
Qin Zhan paused in wiping his head, lifted his eyes to look at Bi Xia who was nestled in the blanket, and chuckled, "How did you know?"
Bi Xia tilted her head, "I heard."
She said, her starry eyes glanced around and pointed at her ear, "In a daze, I seemed to hear it."
Qin Zhan smiled, stepped to the bedside, and handed the towel in his hand to Bi Xia, "Help me wipe my hair, hmm?"
The ’hmm’ carried a light enticement, coupled with the deep, magnetic voice. Bi Xia’s eyes lit up, she scrambled up, took the towel, and knelt on the bed. Qin Zhan bent down in cooperation with Bi Xia’s movement, his eyes filled with laughter as he felt those small hands lightly wiping his hair through the towel.
However, the smile didn’t last long and dimmed shortly after.
Quin Zhan’s falcon eyes darkened, he suddenly raised his hand, and under Bi Xia’s stunned gaze, one by one, seriously redid the buttons she had haphazardly fastened out of laziness.
"Don’t tempt me," Qin Zhan’s voice was hoarse, "otherwise I really won’t be able to leave."
Haha—
Bi Xia burst out laughing, the stars in her eyes were full of softness and tenderness. Her small hands paused in wiping Qin Zhan’s dark hair, and with a sudden pull, she tugged the towel wrapped around Qin Zhan’s head toward herself, straightened up, and kissed his thin lips.
People often say, those with thin lips are unfeeling, but...
Bi Xia laughed lightly as she traced the shape of Qin Zhan’s lips bit by bit. The person in front of her, unfeeling toward everyone else, was affectionate only to her.
"I really don’t want you to go..." Holding Bi Xia, Qin Zhan thought of Assistant Ye who had been urging him since early morning, frowned slightly, and was somewhat displeased. His voice still carried a hint of a child-like whine that even he didn’t notice.
Bi Xia slightly curled her lips up and tapped Qin Zhan’s forehead, "Go ahead, I can take the opportunity to scout for places in Beijing that would suit me for future visits."
"This place suits you best." Qin Zhan took Bi Xia’s small hand and placed it over his heart, his falcon eyes gleaming.
Unable to help but laugh out loud, "King of sweet-talk, if you don’t leave now I won’t let you go."
Upon hearing this, Qin Zhan raised an eyebrow, flipped over and lay beside Bi Xia, stretched out his arms to both sides, and looked at Bi Xia with a half-smile, "Come on, I couldn’t ask for more."
Bi Xia: ...
With helplessness and amusement, she kicked Qin Zhan, "Get out, quick."
"Tsk," Qin Zhan climbed off the bed, "So unfeeling, telling someone to get out after putting on pants and not even giving any money."
Bi Xia: ...
Suddenly, Qin Zhan leaned over, not giving Bi Xia any chance to dodge, directly kissed her, and then grinned at her, "Forget the money, how about a kiss instead?"
Bi Xia raised her hand to pinch both sides of Qin Zhan’s cheeks, her starry eyes half-squinted, "Qin Zhan, tell me, from whom did you learn these flirty lines?!"
Qin Zhan replied, "No one, it just flows naturally when I see you."
Saying this, he patted Bi Xia’s little head, "These days, if you see the woman you love and can’t say flirty lines, you really won’t be able to get a wife."
Bi Xia: ...
These days, getting a wife involves so many tactics.
looked at Bi Xia in the screen speechlessly, Your Majesty, your focus is off, aren’t you supposed to be the wife Qin Zhan wants to marry?!