sweet candy

Chapter 43

The person in his arms was soft, sleeping next to him without any defense, Tang Zhihuan put his hands on her waist gently, and closed his eyes again.

Because the next day was Saturday, neither of them had an alarm clock on their mobile phones.

It was almost noon the next day, and the bedroom was still quiet.The curtains were half-opened to let in the sunlight, which shone warmly on the clothes hanger by the window. A few white shirts and ties were scattered on the clothes hanger. The sunlight shone in the air like diamonds undulating.

Beside the big gray bed, half of the thin blanket of the same color hangs on the ground, and half covers the bodies of the people hugging each other in the bed.

The sleeping woman hugged the man's waist, half of her small face was buried in the man's arms, as if Tang Zhihuan was holding her in his arms.

The mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated, and the sleeper heard the sound, and subconsciously frowned. Tang Zhihuan opened his sleepy eyes, with fair complexion and tired eyes, reached out and unplugged the charging cable on the mobile phone, and took the mobile phone.

The other hand was pillowed by Song Xixi, and when he pulled it out, he felt numb.

This was the first time he spent a night with someone so intimately, subconsciously he was still vigilant and didn't dare to sleep deeply.

The call was from Tang Nianxi.

Song Xixi was woken up by Tang Zhihuan's small movements, covered her eyes with her hands, her cheeks were blushing.

Tang Zhihuan glanced at her, picked up the quilt that fell on the floor and covered her, and went to the bathroom with his mobile phone.

When Song Xixi heard the sound of the bathroom door closing, she let go of her hands covering her eyes, carefully removed the quilt on her body and looked inside. She was wearing pajamas!

Why are you wearing pajamas...

Song Xixi tapped her head, remembering that she got up to go to the toilet last night, she was too sleepy, she might have gone to the wrong room and came to Tang Zhihuan's bedroom.

She seemed to remember that Tang Zhihuan was woken up by her last night, why didn't she drive her away?

Looking around, the electronic clock on the bedside table showed that it was almost eleven o'clock.

She slept with Tang Zhihuan last night, and then what didn't happen?
Song Xixi scratched her head, and subconsciously weighed her body with her hand, she is not bad in figure!
Hearing the sound of washing in the bathroom, Song Xixi hurriedly put on her shoes and slipped back to the guest room.

After Tang Zhihuan answered her sister's phone call, she came out of the shower and looked at the empty bed with the quilt crumpled into a ball. Her long eyes froze slightly, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He had already guessed that she would slip away, so he came out with a towel tied on.

Walking to the hanger by the window, the man put his hands on the black hanger, thinking about which clothes to wear today.

Today is his first date with his girlfriend.

Song Xixi is so lively and cute, she should be very noisy.

As he thought about it, he reached for a white loose-fitting short liner and put on a pair of black straight cropped trousers. Standing in front of the cloakroom mirror, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow. Not so boring and cold.

Tang Zhihuan smiled at the mirror and smoothed his hair.

After breakfast was ready, Song Xixi hid in the guest room and did not come out. The man brought the boiled tomato and egg noodles to the dining table, carefully poured two cups of warm milk, untied his apron, walked to the door of the guest room, and knocked on the door. .

"Song Xixi, it's time for lunch."

At this point, although he cooks noodles, he is embarrassed to say that he eats breakfast.

Tang Zhihuan waited at the door for a while before hearing the sound of the door opening.

Song Xixi opened the door, looked up at his face, showing surprise.

The man was a little puzzled, frowned, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Song Xixi stared at him with twinkling eyes: "You are so pretty."

"Puff..." Hearing such a straightforward answer, Tang Zhihuan couldn't help laughing, covered his thin lips with a tiger's mouth, and shyness flashed in his cold eyes.

(End of this chapter)