Chapter 470 I Promise I Won't Press Your Hair.

At this time, Qin Nuan heard Song Zhan who was leaning on her shoulder continue to say, "...I promise I won't press your hair."

Song Zhan also just took a shower, and there were still drops of water on the ends of his hair. Qin Nuan turned his face slightly, and there was a piece of cool wetness on his cheeks, which was very comfortable.

She raised her hand to support Song Zhan's head, licked her lower lip, and stammered, "Okay...Okay!"

——

half an hour later.

The two lay on the bed with their hair dried, separated by a thin blanket, Song Zhan put his hand on Qin Nuan's waist lightly, as if sensing Qin Nuan's tense body, Song Zhan lowered his head and kissed her hair, "Don't worry, what should be saved for the wedding night will naturally be saved for the wedding night, good night!"

Qin Nuan turned her back to Song Zhan, and her body relaxed slightly upon hearing this.

It turns out that when Song Zhan said sleep, he meant sleep literally!

Hey, it's a noun!

Because it was already late at night, Qin Nuan was already sleepy, so she fell asleep shortly after touching the pillow.

Hearing that the little girl beside him was breathing gradually, Song Zhan leaned against Qin Nuan again, hugging the little girl in his arms tightly.

At this moment of holding her in his arms, his heart finally felt an unprecedented peace.

It seems that just like this, he can get great satisfaction in his heart.

——

Good night.

Because of the hangover and staying up late, Qin Nuan slept until ten o'clock in the morning before waking up.

She opened her eyes, and the picture of last night immediately appeared in her mind, and it was quickly played in her mind.

Thinking of this, Qin Nuan quickly sat up and found that she was the only one left on the bed.

Could it be... everything that happened last night was a hallucination?

But the numbness around her waist reminded her that all this was not an illusion.

It was like being pressed by something overnight.

It should be... Song Zhan's arm.

Qin Nuan rubbed her waist and crawled off the bed, she stared blankly at her bed.

The surface is calm and the clouds are calm, but the heart is overwhelmed.

Gosh! Did she really sleep in the same bed with Song Zhan last night? ! Has Song Zhan noticed that she likes to kick the quilt when she sleeps? Is her sleeping posture reserved? Indecent?

And... they slept together right away, isn't this progress too fast? She hasn't confessed yet, what kind of relationship do they have now?

Qin Nuan lingered in her room for a long time before she changed her clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

There was a slight commotion in the kitchen.

So Qin Nuan walked towards the kitchen. When he reached the door of the kitchen, Qin Nuan saw Song Zhan standing in front of the gas stove, stirring the porridge in the casserole leisurely. The light smoke in the kitchen gave him a cool and dignified figure. Stained with a little smoke and fire in the world.

Hearing Qin Nuan's footsteps, Song Zhan turned his head, "Are you awake? It just so happens that the porridge is ready, you go and sit at the dining table, and I'll serve it right away."

"Uh-huh."

Qin Nuan nodded, but she didn't listen to Song Zhan's words and went to sit in the restaurant, but leaned against the door, kicking the slippers on her feet again and again.

I've been awake for so long, and I don't give anyone an accurate word!

snort!

Scumbag!

Song Zhan saw the tangled expression on Qin Nuan's face, smiled and shook his head, he raised his hand to turn off the gas stove, walked up to Qin Nuan, bent down, and leaned against the door, just in time to wrap Qin Nuan in his arms, and straight to her TV, "Did you drink so much last night because you wanted to confess your love to me?"

Qin Nuan pursed her lips, intentionally avoiding Song Zhan's eyes, "It's just...not..."

But just as Qin Nuan opened his mouth, Song Zhan interrupted his words.

"Leave it to me to confess this kind of thing."

Song Zhan's voice was warm and deep, he lifted Qin Nuan's chin, leaned over and pressed a shallow kiss on her lips, "Nuan Nuan, I love you!"

[I wrote five chapters today, and I wanted to write another chapter, but my husband insisted on taking me to dinner. I suspect he wanted me to pay for it. 】