This guy is pretty decent.

It's just that those are lines from other people's dramas.

He really... really dared to use it!

really.

In Qianzhi's mind, such a widely circulated saying suddenly appeared.

If you catch twenty-five men, they will all be able to show off.

But these are all memories from her childhood, and this saying was very popular in the streets and alleys of Yincheng.

The specific content may be biased, but it should be roughly the same.

Isn't it?

Song Qishen is just twenty-five years old this year, and he fits every description, including that flower with special attributes.

But he didn't seem to have this awareness. He just ran his hands along the belt, stretched it all the way up, unbuttoned a few buttons at will, and then pushed it back gently with his backhand.

The door was immediately closed.

Make a lot of noise.

Song Qishen didn't waste too much time and walked towards her.

"How long have you been soaking?"

"It didn't take long."

Qian Zhi naturally accepted his words, and then she realized what she was saying.

It would be an understatement to say that I realized it later.

Just now, when she learned that he had come in, she was surprised for a moment and then accepted it.

But now, everything is different. It's like the dull cells have been split apart and awakened in an instant.

No, Song Qishen just closed the door, what was he going to do when he came in???

Qianzhi turned her face away and whispered to Nono, "I'm taking a bath...what are you doing..."

"Nothing, brother, I just want to respond to your words."

As Song Qishen spoke, his long eyebrows were raised slightly, and the corners of his mouth were raised diagonally. He leaned back on the sink, leaning back lazily with one hand.

When he said this, he was still referring to the line he just said.

Qian Zhi thought about it, whether to favor or not.

That! No! She said that!!

As if he could understand Qianzhi's true inner thoughts, at this moment, a female voice came from the screen again. It was obvious that the plot was slowly unfolding——

"What this man said just now was really shameless!"

The air stagnated for a moment.

Even the hazy water vapor that filled the entire bathroom stopped dispersing.

This palace battle drama is simply amazing, but every word seems to be echoed by Song Qishen.

If you don’t know, you might think you are referring to Sang and Huai.

Qianzhi almost couldn't hold it back, and tried her best to hold back her smile, but there was no way to hold on, her laughter almost spilled out of her throat.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Qi stared at her for a while, then slowly spoke, his voice inexplicably deepened.

He unbuttoned a few buttons, and his shirt hung loosely on his slim shoulders, supporting a neat curve.

What can I laugh about?

Of course I was laughing at that sentence so shamelessly.

Because it’s really relevant :)

However, Qianzhi didn't care that much. She quickly chased people away and urged, "Okay, you go out first, I want to soak for a while longer."

She was taking a shower, where could he keep looking at her?

And...if it weren't for the small bubbles gathering and piling up, the view from her collarbone down would have been undefended at this moment.

"There is no reason to let me go out at any time, right?"

The man's tone was narrow and narrow, and Qing Yue's voice, which he usually lowered deliberately, sounded a little hoarse, as if he had been run over by an asphalt road, or as if it had been ground by rough hot sand.

Song Qishen unhurriedly unbuttoned the remaining buttons, took off his shirt, and then with his upper body naked, he took two steps closer and looked at her.

She didn't know if it was Qian Zhi's misunderstanding, but she always felt that there was ambiguity in what Song Qishen said above.

He seemed to emphasize two words in it.

Qian Zhi saw Song Qishen getting closer and closer, her pupils shrank, and her sight, along with her blood-red earlobes, sank.

She couldn't do anything to him, so she didn't raise her eyes to look at him. She just emphasized, "There is no place for you here..."

The implication is that he has to squeeze in such a small bathroom without being exhausted.

Nanyuan is so big, there are not many bathrooms in other rooms.

It would be better for him to come up with a new look first.

In other words, Song Qishen is a pure man in nature.

Although Qian Zhi only thought about it secretly, this kind of subconscious thought more truly reflected Qian Zhi's impression of him in daily life.

"It reminds me that you are right, there is no place." He suddenly smiled harmlessly and suggested unhurriedly, "Then let's wash together?"

Song Qishen's eyes were like firelight in the dark night, very bright, burning with unknown emotions.

His eyes also moved from her face, swan neck, shoulder blades, and then all the way down to the ups and downs.

The video on the shelf was not turned off, and it just happened to show the scene of the emperor turning over the concubine's green head card. The bed curtains fell down layer by layer. At first, it was beautiful and hazy, and then it got straight to the point.

Dialogue and onomatopoeia were faintly coming from the screen at this moment, and were gradually drowned out by the sound of rippling water in the bathtub.

It was a tiny ripple at first, then the water circle expanded, and waves rose one after another.

The water temperature gradually cooled down, and Qianzhi was fished out.

The mirror here rises from the floor, covering the whole surface, so that the scene can be fully captured.

The mirror surface is smooth and flawless. Although the indoor temperature is constant, the smooth and bright mirror surface is a few degrees colder, and a lot of water droplets have condensed on it.

Qianzhi was forced to move closer and winced. Different from the light reflected in the mirror, Qianzhi's face was obviously crimson.

She wanted to say something, but her consciousness was gradually ground away.

In a daze, the person behind her came up to her, and the hand attached to her waist tightened, becoming increasingly unable to hold back her strength.

But Qian Zhi still heard clearly at the most critical moment.

Song Qishen chuckled in her ear and called her "My beloved concubine" with a half-smile.

The voice was very soft, but it was very close.

Then it just floated in the air.

Qian Zhi felt a sour and astringent feeling, her heart seemed to be squeezed tightly, and then gently pulled.

It's not uncomfortable, but it's not too uncomfortable either.

Qianzhi felt that she might never be able to look directly at this word again in the future.

When he was carried back to the master bedroom, Song Qishen's breath came over him layer by layer, like it was wrapped in fiery magma.

The bedside table opened and closed, and there was a rustling sound of packages being unpacked.

Qian Zhi felt that her earlobes and sides of her neck were being sucked until they were bald.

After everything was over and she started to protest, Song Qishen nudged her with the tip of his nose and just hugged her without doing anything else.

After changing the sheets, the two of them settled down completely. Qianzhi's breath gradually stabilized and calmed down. Although she was very tired at this moment, and her eyelids were drooped and unwilling to open, she was still awake, and she didn't know if she was sleeping.

The reason why I didn’t drink milk before.

But this is actually not the same as before.

She couldn't figure out what it felt like, but it was definitely a feeling that made her feel sleepy.

She couldn't sleep, so she wanted to have a pillow on her back.

Song Qishen used to sleep very quietly, without moving or making any noise.

At this moment, there was silence behind her, and Qian Zhi didn't dare to move.

"You...are you asleep?" Qian Zhi cleared her throat and said slowly.

Her throat was a little dry and her voice sounded small.

"Huh?" Song Qishen's voice came slowly in the dark night.

"Why did you come back just in time?" Qian Zhi simply called him. Seeing that Song Qishen really responded, she started to find a topic, but this was what she wanted to ask in the first place.
To be continued...