The Long-awaited Mr Han

He was really tired.

Shi Xiaoya looked at him quietly for a while, wanted to kiss him, and was afraid to wake him up.

Only by pressing down on this idea, he gently held his wrist against her waist, moved away slightly, and quietly stood up.

Shi Xiaoya closed the bedroom door gently and went to the bathroom outside to wash herself, lest she make a sound to wake Han Zhuoling.

After packing, prepare the ingredients first.

Clean and cut again.

Just waiting for Han Zhuo Ling to wake up.

It was also a coincidence, just when Shi Xiaoya had just prepared these, Han Zhuo Ling also woke up.

He is habitual, according to what he will do every morning, before he opens his eyes, he will take the people around him back into his arms.

After all, after falling asleep, you will turn over unconsciously.

As long as Han Zhuoling is a little sober, the empty one will feel uncomfortable.

As always, Xiangxiang has a soft embrace.

But this time, the elder stretched out his arms, groping for a long time with his eyes closed, but he couldn't touch Shi Xiaoya.

Han Zhuo Ling finally opened his eyes.

At a glance, the place beside him was empty.

He could feel a hint of cold in this hot summer day.

"This little girl was awake early." Han Zhuoling said, then sat up.

He lowered his head and rubbed his face, and the person was completely awake.

He went to wash.

Changed the pajamas and replaced them with comfortable home clothes, which left the bedroom.

He went downstairs.

Shi Xiaoya was not seen in the living room.

Hearing a sound from the kitchen, he went to the kitchen.

It happened that Shi Xiaoya had just prepared the ingredients at this time, and it was time to wash them and cut them.

At this time, Shi Xiaoya still turned his back to the door.

While she was not prepared, Han Zhuoling strode over and hugged her from behind.

Shi Xiaoya's height is right here to Han Zhuoling's chin.

Such a hug just happened to hug her full of arms.

She was all in her arms, not bad at all.

She is too thin.

Even after holding her in a hug, Han Zhuoling still felt that her arms could not be filled.

He lowered his head and buried his face in her hair and sniffed a few times.

The scent she smelled was particularly good.

Both people use the same bottle of shampoo and conditioner, which obviously have the same taste.

But when it came to her hair, the fragrance became very different.

He still likes to smell her.

Shi Xiaoya was scared by him for a little while.

But now there is no one but the two of them at home.

So in just one second, Shi Xiaoya relaxed again.

She turned her head slightly so that she could barely see Han Zhuoling's small face.

"Why did you wake up so early?" Shi Xiaoya asked.

At home, Han Zhuo Ling did not wear a watch.

But when he woke up, he glanced at the time and said, "It's noon, it's not too early. The first day of the wedding is not a pleasant one, but you can't sleep the next day of the wedding."

When he speaks, he still has a mint flavor, which is particularly good.

Shi Xiaoya tilts her feet slightly, but still can't reach him.

He pouted at him.

Han Zhuoling immediately realized that she bowed her head and kissed her lips.

Shi Xiaoya's angle was a little awkward. Han Zhuoling held her waist with both hands and turned her over.

Face him directly.

Han Zhuoling held her in a circle again, so that she could lean on the clean bar conveniently, and then bowed her head and kissed her again.