Han Zhiyan looked at Shangguan Chen confused, "Why are you going back?"
Shangguan Chen nodded expressionlessly and coaxed, "Well, we've been out for too long, it's time to go back!"
Immediately, Shangguan Chen hugged her as if nothing had happened and walked out of the room.
The two sat down at the dinner table and were silent for a while, with only the sound of the tableware clinking gently.
Han Zhiyan secretly looked at Shangguan Chen who was eating breakfast gracefully and calmly in front of her, and bit her lip. In fact, she didn't want to go back, but she didn't know what kind of excuse she should make.
She looked at him stupidly and asked softly, "Are you really going back?"
"Yes!" Shangguan Chen nodded casually and continued to maintain a calm posture, holding the newspaper and drinking coffee.
Han Zhiyan was not used to such silence. She lowered her head, sometimes without a spoon, and scooped up the food in silence. She took two bites, but there was no taste.
He put down the spoon, pursed his lips, looked at Shangguan Chen, and said in a low voice, "I haven't had enough fun yet!"
"Wife..." Shangguan Chen suddenly spoke, in a gentle tone, looking at her indifferently, "We're not going to play, let's go home, okay?"
His words were too tender to be spoken.
But when he said it in such a tone, the atmosphere became strange, making Han Zhiyan feel cold all over her body involuntarily.
Han Zhiyan lowered her head, pursed her lips, and said no more.
Shangguan Chen looked at her intently without any expression, as if waiting for her response.
After a long time, Han Zhiyan slowly raised her head, looked at Shangguan Chen, and nodded, "Yes!"
Shangguan Chen seemed to nod with satisfaction, moved his chin slightly, and motioned for her to continue eating breakfast.
Han Zhiyan inked for a while, grabbing and poking randomly, making the food in the bowl a mess, but she had no appetite at all. She raised her head, thinking in her heart, looked at Shangguan Chen, pursed her lips and said, "I won't eat it!"
Shangguan Chen also took the lead to raise his head. He looked at her lightly, then glanced at the breakfast in front of her. He no longer coaxed her to eat as before. He stood up, held her hand, and walked out of the holiday home.
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Han Zhiyan walked slowly and silently, her heart clenching into a ball, and she flattened her mouth in grievance.
After the two got into the car, Han Zhiyan sat quietly in the car, clasping her hands tightly, looking like she wanted to cry, and turned her head to look out the window.
Shangguan Chen looked at her like this, his eyebrows raised slightly, he stretched out his hand, grabbed her head, and made her face him.
When he met her red eyes, his heart sank, and the anger in his heart suddenly turned into full tenderness.
With a little force, he hugged her into his arms. A trace of pity appeared on Ruyu's handsome face, and his tone was warm, "Why don't you speak?"
Han Zhiyan resisted the overflow of tears, bit her lip and shook her head.
Shangguan Chen lowered his head and looked at her pursed lips, which were as red as blood-stained roses and particularly crystal clear in the sunlight. He couldn't help but lower his head and covered her lips, rubbing them together.
After a while, he raised his hand slightly, and the hand on the back of her head suddenly slowly moved down towards her fair neck.
His long and beautiful fingers rubbed her neck softly, his lips pressed against her cherry lips, and a tender melody overflowed between their lips, "Yanyan, tell me all the secrets in your heart,
Don’t hide it, we are husband and wife!”
Han Zhiyan was stunned and closed her eyes, not daring to meet his soft eyes.
Just as she thought, she felt his tenderness at this moment, piercing her heart and making her feel painful.
No! She can't be soft-hearted! Otherwise, all her efforts and courage will be in vain.