The two returned to the room. Shangguan Chen was afraid that Han Zhiyan would catch a cold, so he urged her to take a shower.
When Han Zhiyan came out of the bathroom, she saw a man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The window was slightly open, and the breeze blew in, causing the man's clothes to flutter slightly, making him look quite cool.
Enchanting and charming, with a dazzling posture, such a man is indeed a disaster to the world.
Shangguan Chen had his back to her, holding a thin cigarette between his fingers. From time to time, bursts of mint would leak out, and from time to time, a faint smoke would linger around him.
In my impression, he rarely has the habit of smoking! Looking at his upright back, there is a vague feeling of loneliness, and even a layer of annoyance!
Han Zhiyan couldn't see the expression on his face, but she felt that his whole body was radiating coldness and displeasure, but it was suppressed.
He never looked back, he seemed to be thinking deeply about something and fell into a deep struggle!
"Chen..." Han Zhiyan pursed her lips and let out a single consonant sound softly.
Shangguan Chen turned his head quietly, turned around gracefully, softened his cold eyes, and there was a layer of tenderness under his eyes that he had not seen for many days.
He walked up to her and without saying a word, his eyes captured her accurately.
Han Zhiyan met his tenderness, her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and in a second, her beating stopped.
"Why don't you dry your hair? What should you do if you catch a cold?" His dark eyes were full of tenderness, and his voice was very soft and soft, and seemed to be a bit ethereal.
Listening to Han Zhiyan's ears, it was like a warm current flowing, warming her heart.
As he spoke, he took the towel in her hand and gently wiped her hair. He moved his lips slightly and expressed concern, "Are you hungry? Do you want to prepare a midnight snack?"
Han Zhiyan immediately took his arm, pursed her lips, and just looked at him with her penetrating eyes.
Shangguan Chen stopped, his soft eyes, mixed with some incomprehensible emotions, lingering on her.
"What's wrong?" Shangguan Chen's tone was deep, his voice was soft and somewhat magnetic.
"Chen, let's talk, shall we?" Han Zhiyan did not dare to look at his tenderness anymore and lowered her head involuntarily.
For a while, Shangguan Chen didn't speak, he just looked at her quietly.
The room suddenly fell into silence, and the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing!
"Yanyan..." After a long time, Shangguan Chen called out in a calm tone, but it still seemed to have a coolness to it, "Let's not talk about anything tonight, okay?"
Even if she didn't raise her head, she could feel that just a few words were like the light of a sword, coming towards her face with a certain sharpness, which made her feel horrified in her heart.
The voice just now, although it was plain, was enough to make her panic!
"You're hungry, I'll help you prepare something to eat!" Compared to Han Zhiyan's embarrassment, Shangguan Chen felt calm. Regardless of whether she agreed or not, he passed her and walked out of the room.
Just as he passed Han Zhiyan, the next second, Han Zhiyan turned around and hugged him from behind.
Listening to his strong heartbeat, that warm and real feeling seemed like something she hadn't experienced in a long time. Han Zhiyan couldn't help but feel excited and sad, and her eyes were filled with tears.
Shangguan Chen's whole body froze, and his hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly involuntarily, as if suppressing his anxiety.
For a while, Shangguan Chen struggled. Although he wanted to break away from her embrace, he was still greedy. He held her hands tightly, and a slight smile appeared on his spotless face.