The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 311 It's too late to be shy now (Part [-])

Afterwards, Ji Qian took a shower.

Song Zhen was behind her, and when she entered the bedroom, she saw that she had got into the bed, so she couldn't help but fish her out.

"My hair is not even dry, so I'll catch a cold if I sleep like this."

He rubbed the top of her head, then plugged the hair dryer into the outlet above the bedside table, and after a while, the warm wind blew.

"I'll do it myself." Ji Qian stretched out her hand.

Song Zhen bowed his head and kissed her hand, "I'll do it."

Ji Qian quickly withdrew her hand like an electric shock, her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

His big rough palm was right on top of her head, and his fingers passed through the hair, and the force that landed on the scalp was just right.

Hearing the whining sound of the hair dryer, Ji Qian couldn't help but curled up her lips and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Song Zhen couldn't help asking with a smile after temporarily turning off the hair dryer.

"Look at you." Ji Qian smiled like a flower, full of satisfaction.

Just staying with him like this, it seems that flowers can bloom from the bottom of my heart.

Song Zhen scratched her nose, and then helped her blow her head again.

Seeing that her eyes were full of a little girl's expression for him, his heart softened a little for no reason, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

The soft hair was spread out under the palm and wrapped around the fingertips. He stroked the hair behind her ears along the direction of the hair, but felt that silky touch still stayed on the palm of the hand and wrapped around him, as if two people The love between them did not know when.

And those delicate eyebrows and clear eyes, I don't know where they came from, they fell into the apex of my heart, took root in the bottom of my heart, and could never be erased.

A warm atmosphere permeated the warm air, Ji Qian noticed something, raised her eyes, and met his gentle eyes.

The originally dark and deep eyes clearly reflected her face at this moment, such concentration and gentleness made her fall into it all at once.

"All right."

When the wind stops, the world stands still.

In the next moment, a light kiss fell on her eyelid like a superficial kiss.

When he opened his eyes again, he had turned off the hair dryer and was about to go out.

She pulled him hastily, and when she got up, she stretched out her hand just enough to reach the height of the bath towel, and even pulled his bath towel off.

"I didn't mean it!" She hastily stretched out her hands to cover her face.

It wasn't intentional this time, she just wanted to stop him and give him a kiss in return...

"I have my doubts." A man's voice sounded.

Ji Qian hurriedly opened her eyes to argue, "Really not."

Song Zhen had already fastened the bath towel again. Seeing her blushing to the back of her ears, she didn't dare to tease her anymore, so she sat down beside the bed, "Then what did you want to say just now?"

Seeing that he didn't mean to make fun of her, Ji Qian let go of her hand, showing her palm-sized face, bit her lip and asked, "Your hair blowing skills are so good, it's impossible for you to learn from a barber shop, right?"

At this moment, she was too embarrassed to kiss him shamelessly, so she had to bring up a topic casually.

"Little vinegar jar." Song Zhen couldn't help laughing, rubbed the top of her head, and messed up the hair he had straightened out with his own hands just now.

Ji Qian pulled his hand away, then poked him, "Be honest and be lenient."

"Do you believe that you can teach yourself without a teacher?" Song Zhen grabbed her hand, saw that she was still looking at him with wide eyes, and couldn't help laughing, "It was blown by other women."

Ji Qian's body froze, she raised her head and stared at him steadily.

Just to put it bluntly, how could it be possible for her technique to be so good, when her brother blew her hair when she was a child, I don't know how many hairs she broke!

"It's pure."

Song Zhen rubbed the top of her head, then took the hair dryer away.

When he was almost at the door, he turned around and asked her, "Will you warm a cup of milk?"

On weekdays, she didn't get wet after nine o'clock, but today, Song Zhen didn't think about it even after going through a lot of tossing. When she said that she was very thirsty immediately, she hummed.

Song Zhen went out.

After staring at the door for two seconds, Ji Qian patted her face and muttered, "I'm telling you to talk too much, you mentioned Song Zhen's sadness again!"

Then she lifted the quilt, ran to close the bedroom door barefoot, and ran back to grab the "pajamas" worn last night next to the bedside table and changed.

Throwing on the bed, she couldn't help rolling around twice, a little nervous and a little excited.

But after a while she found that Song Zhen hadn't come back, she couldn't help feeling a little strange, so she picked up her slippers, opened the door and went out.

As soon as he went out, he saw the milk soaked in hot water on the dining table at a glance, but no one was seen. He was about to step up to the kitchen, and sniffed, but smelled a smell of cigarettes.

She couldn't help turning her head to look at the balcony of the living room. Song Zhen's back was facing her, and scarlet light flickered on her fingertips.

Song Zhen is... smoking?
In her impression, it seemed that Song Zhen had never smoked, nor had he smelled smoke from him. Now that she saw it, it would be a lie to say she wasn't surprised.

Especially, the back view of him smoking, for some unknown reason, made her heart tremble violently.

She had never seen such a strange Song Zhen.

It was as if the Land Rover tonight and the cigarette in his hand were all unfamiliar to her.

She suddenly realized that she didn't know Song Zhen well.

This kind of recognition made her rub her hands, not knowing whether to rub away the goosebumps caused by the cold wind, or to rub away the discomfort in her heart.

After a while, she still walked towards the balcony.

If it's unfamiliar, she'll get to know him again.

Because in the beginning, wasn't he the one who decided to chase after him?
Song Zhen was looking at the dark sea in the distance and the light on the lighthouse in a daze, when he suddenly felt warmth behind his back, and then a cool little hand touched the back of his hand, and then the cigarette was taken off.

"Hiding here alone smoking a cigarette will make me feel that I'm not attractive enough." Ji Qian said half-jokingly, but her heart was a little nervous.

She has the courage to take this step to understand him, to give him everything she has, but at the same time she is afraid that she will not be able to bear his rejection.

In fact, she is not as brave as she imagined.

Even in getting along more and more intimately, she began to worry about gains and losses, and became a vulgar woman who would even become ugly because of jealousy.

(End of this chapter)