"Guess." Shen Xuan gently touched Han Bing's nose.
Han Bing suddenly frowned and said slightly unhappy: "It's not perfume again, is it?"
Shen Xuan looked helpless and said, "You guessed it again." He opened the drawer and took out a small pale pink glass bottle, almost the size of half a hand, and handed it to Han Bing.
Han Bing took it and curled her lips. Although she knew that the price of such a small thing was shockingly expensive, she was still a little unhappy: "It's very unoriginal."
"As my woman, you only need to be responsible for dressing yourself up beautifully."[
Han Bing likes to hear the words "my woman" very much. For a strong woman like her, it takes a more domineering man to completely win her heart.
Han Bing blushed slightly. She put the perfume on the table and said, "I'm going to the bathroom." She turned around and walked out the door.
Shen Xuan picked up the perfume and played with it. When he saw Han Bing's bag next to him, he took it over and unzipped it, ready to put the perfume in it.
No matter how smart, capable and neat a woman is, her bag is messy and filled with all kinds of things, but Shen Xuan still saw the square piece of paper folded at a glance.
He took it out and opened it, and recognized at a glance that it was specially drawn for him by Shunzi when he was a child.
Shen Xuan still remembers that when Shunzi was just seven years old, he was having a huge quarrel with Shunzi's mother, arguing all day long, and was about to get divorced. He was agitated and restless every day, and losing his temper for no reason was commonplace.
So when Shunzi handed the painting over, he just glanced at it and threw it away. He seemed to have said something, but he had forgotten about it. He didn't know that that sentence always reminded Shunzi. Until now.
Later, the divorce was natural, and Shunzi returned to X County with her mother, occasionally seeing him. It wasn't until she entered high school that Shen Xuan brought Shunzi to Xinxiang City, but even then the two did not see each other often.
But now is not the time to recall these things. Shen Xuan's hand holding this painting trembled slightly. He was thinking, why did Han Bing own this painting and put it carefully in his bag?