The Long-awaited Mr Han

"No." Han Zhuoling quickly stopped her, "I'm full."

"Really?" Shi Xiaoya said, "Don't be polite to me, you're really full."

"Really, you see I eat a lot." Han Zhuo Ling said with a smile, "Already supported."

Han Zhuoling put his hand on his stomach, and suddenly he said, "Don't believe you touch?"

Shi Xiaoya: "..."

There is a ghost when she can touch it!

Shi Xiaoya looked at Han Zhuolin with a ghost expression.

She couldn't think of killing her, Han Zhuoling would say such a thing.

Also ... let her touch him!

How do you feel like you have been tuned in?

Han Zhuoling stood up as if nothing had happened, just walked back and forth a few steps like he had never said such a thing before.

Shi Xiaoya put away the cups and saucers and put them in the dishwasher.

After she finished packing, and returned to the living room after finishing packing, she saw Han Zhuolin still standing.

She lives alone and feels that the house is not small in size and is spacious enough.

But now Han Zhuoling stood there, and suddenly felt that the originally spacious living room became crowded.

As if there was no place for her.

The stations are crowded everywhere.

"What's wrong?" Han Zhuoling turned back to hear her voice.

The bright light shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him reflected him, making him look more and more handsome, like a clear and loose son, unspeakable and beautiful.

Suddenly, Shi Xiaoya glanced at the white fluttering outside the window behind him.

"It's snowing!" Shi Xiaoya exclaimed.

When Han Zhuoling looked back, Shi Xiaoya ran past him, quickly opened the floor-to-ceiling windows and went to the balcony outside.

The balcony outside is open-air, with flowers and plants.

Han Zhuoling saw that her coat was not worn, her slippers were still showing her toes, and she was blowing snow outside. He looked around, and there was no Shi Xiaoya's coat in the living room.

He couldn't go to Shi Xiaoya's bedroom to turn over her closet, so he went out like this.

While walking, take off your coat and put on Shi Xiaoya.

The weight and warmth that came suddenly from the shoulder made Shi Xiaoya tremble.

Looking back, I saw Han Zhuoling standing behind her, almost sticking to her back.

His hands were still resting on her shoulders, and she could still feel the heat of his palm across the thick coat.

The cold wind was mixed with his faint fragrance of perfume. I don't know whether it was from his coat or from him.

Shi Xiaoya was taken aback, and she had to return the coat to him, "How did you give me the coat? How cold!"

"Since you know cold, don't you know how to wear a coat?" Han Zhuolin blamed disapproval. "Xue will not stop for a while."

Shi Xiaoya sticks her tongue out, and in the white snow, pink flashes across her lips.

Han Zhuoling saw that his eyes were deep.

At this time, he didn't feel cold at all, but became hot all over.

"It's almost time, ready to go out." Han Zhuoling said in a dumb voice.

Shi Xiaoya also thought that he was wearing less, so his throat was a little uncomfortable, but Han Zhuoling kept pressing her shoulders, preventing her from taking off her coat.

So I had to go back to the house.

Shi Xiaoya gave him his coat, "Hurry up."

Han Zhuoling put on his coat, Shi Xiaoya went to lock the glass door of the balcony, checked the switching power supply at home, etc., and then put on his coat.

Her suitcase is already in the entrance.