The scene afterwards came to my mind, and Lin Zhanyan suddenly woke up.

Instead of pressing Song Zichen's head, she stopped - grabbing his hair.

"Ah!" Song Zichen screamed, "It hurts!"

A ruthless look flashed through Lin Zhanyan's eyes, and she was completely unmoved.

Not only did she not let go, she pulled her tighter, "Song Zichen, honestly, what do you want to do? If you don't tell the truth, I will pull you into a bald man."

Song Zichen's handsome facial features were twisted in pain, "Didn't I just said - I will make you regret it."

He wants to make her regret this way?

Lin Zhanyan smiled disdainfully, "Natural!"

Song Zichen looked at Lin Zhanyan's expression and understood that she could not let go on her own initiative.

he……

Humph! He can bend and stretch, and he doesn't mind admitting to losing at this time!

"I regret it." Song Zichen said, "Sir Lin, please let go."

Lin Zhanyan pushed Song Zichen aside while letting go of him.

Song Zichen touched his hair and actually slipped a few strands of hair down.

???

He widened his eyes and looked at Lin Zhanyan in disbelief—

Dear girl, she actually plays really!

Can she take responsibility if she gets bald?

The aura around Song Zichen slowly cooled down, and his eyes gradually condensed with a murderous aura...

Lin Zhanyan realized that something was wrong, so she stood up, picked up her clothes and slipped out.

Song Zichen did not chase Lin Zhanyan, threw her hair she pulled down into the trash can, turned around and kicked the bed in annoyance.

There was no way, he could not vent his anger on Lin Zhanyan, so he could only vent his anger like this.

What's more, strictly speaking, he did it first...

What did he think when he carried Lin Zhanyan?

Later, what did he think when he had some thoughts?

Is it really that simple because he is a man, and Lin Zhanyan is a beautiful woman?

Although in the end, he controlled himself, even if Lin Zhanyan didn't pull his hair, he would let go of her.

However, he knew in his heart that he had secretly tried hard to drive away those messy thoughts from his mind.

Just a little bit away, he couldn't control himself.

However, even if he loses control, he doesn't seem to have to worry too much.

Lin Zhanyan, a violent maniac, will definitely use a heavy beating to restore his sanity!

Damn girl, she will do something if she disagrees with her, and she will pull her hair. Are you afraid that no one will want her in the future?!

Lin Zhanyan didn't think there was anything wrong with her "abuse". She had become accustomed to using violence against men who had no intention of her.

She hugged her waist and rushed back to her room with her clothes in her arms.

The room that Song Zichen arranged for her was not bad. It was interesting to see it at night when you looked towards the garden.

However, she is not in the mood to appreciate it now.

She took out her makeup bag from her bag, took off her makeup, and took another shower.

While wearing clothes, she was stunned for a moment—

This is Song Zichen's clothes!

What is the reason for her sudden heartbeat? What is the case with dry mouth?

Although Song Zichen was tall, he was not strong. His clothes were only a little longer and looser when worn by Lin Zhanyan. Lin Zhanyan rolled up his sleeves and was definitely a boyfriend style, without any sense of incongruity.

Oh, not without it—

The word "boyfriend" that suddenly jumped into her mind made her a little awkward.

Seeing Lin Zhanyan's thoughts take off again, her cell phone rang at the right time. She just picked it up and the screen dimmed before it was unlocked.

The power is off.

She has the habit of carrying a makeup bag with her, but she does not have the habit of carrying a charging cable with her.

However, there should be a backup here, right?

Lin Zhanyan opened the door and poked out his head - it was silent outside, and it seemed that the safety factor was very high.

She went out with confidence and knocked on the door of the master bedroom, but she didn't hear any response.

Song Zichen is not in the room?

Lin Zhanyan turned around and went downstairs and vaguely heard something moving in the kitchen.

She walked to the kitchen door and found that it was a reminder that the refrigerator had been opening for a long time.

The person who opened the refrigerator was Song Zichen.

He stood in front of the refrigerator and frowned at the empty large refrigerator.

"Song Zichen?" Lin Zhanyan asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"I didn't eat anything just now, now I want to find something to eat." Song Zichen looked depressed, "There is nothing in the refrigerator!"

"You don't live here forever, the refrigerator must be empty." Lin Zhanyan shook her phone, "What do you want to eat? I'll order takeout to treat you to you."

Song Zichen smiled and said coldly: "Sir Lin, this is a suburb."

In other words, even if the takeaway was delivered, Song Zichen would have fainted from hunger.

Lin Zhanyan threw the phone back into his pocket, "I'm hungry too. Look for somewhere else to see if there is any dry food or something."

She rummaged through the boxes and found a pack of Xinra noodles in the cabinet.

"Wow!"

Before Lin Zhanyan could laugh, the ramen was snatched away by Song Zichen.

She was stunned for a second, then stretched out her hand and signaled Song Zichen to return it to her, "I found it."

"So what?" Song Zichen said, "The thing is mine."

"If I believe you will have a ghost," Lin Zhanyan said, "This cannot be yours. There is this thing in the cabinet, and there is only one explanation: the aunt who comes to do cleaning regularly brings it."

Song Zichen reacted quickly, "I invited Auntie!"

"But aunt's things are not yours." Lin Zhanyan paused and said, "Of course it's not mine. However, after I eat it, I can buy a box and return it to the aunt."

"What you said makes sense." Song Zichen smiled, "But you seem to have forgotten that the thing is in my hands."

"...Song Zichen, I'm really hungry, too." Lin Zhanyan said, "You should be a person."

"I have never seen a female celebrity who eats instant noodles in the middle of the night." Song Zichen seemed to want to witness this wonder with his own eyes, "Let's do it, you go and cook, half of us are each. But, can you cook?"

"Don't worry." Lin Zhanyan said, "My cooking skills are just enough to cook ramen."

"..." Song Zichen was worried and handed Lin Zhanyan the only bag of ramen.

Lin Zhanyan followed the instructions on the bag and took two small bowls after cooking, took out the pot and put them on the coffee table in the living room.

For the two people who didn't eat anything at night and were hungry, the ramen in the pot and the aroma it came out almost made them saliva rewind.

Lin Zhanyan swallowed his throat and pushed a bowl to Song Zichen, "You can drink more soup, but not much noodles."

Song Zichen glanced at Lin Zhanyan, "If I regret it, I will pick up the pot and run away. You can't do anything to me, right?"

Lin Zhanyan couldn't believe that Song Zichen actually said such a thing!

Yes, she can't do anything to him.

But, she can protect this pot!

"Don't think about it!"

Lin Zhanyan protected the noodles he cooked like a puppy who protected food, but ignored that this was a pot of freshly cooked noodles.

As soon as she touched the pot, she was so scalded that she retracted her hand and screamed bitterly.

Song Zichen looked at it and Lin Zhanyan's burned hands were already red.

"Lin Zhanyan, you're so stupid!"

Song Zichen pulled Lin Zhanyan up, walked quickly to the kitchen, and placed her hand under the faucet and rushed.

Because it is winter, the water coming out of the faucet is very cold, which has a good analgesic effect.

However, as soon as the water stopped, Lin Zhanyan was immediately tortured by the unignorable pain.
To be continued...