Song Ci looked up and waved at Han Zhan. "Brother Han, come quickly."
Han Zhan strode in. "What are you doing?" Han Zhan stood behind Song Ci, placed his hands on the arms of the chair, and looked down at her every movement.
Song Ci looked up at him and smiled radiantly. Her eyes were sparkling as she opened and closed her mouth, revealing her pearly white teeth. "I drew a table here. Write it down for me."
Han Zhan's gaze lingered on her red lips for a few more seconds before he took the paper and looked down.
It read:
Brother Han's likes:
Food he likes:
Food he dislikes:
Interests and hobbies:
Things he hates:
…
Han Zhan asked, "Must I write it?" He had never written this before. Even when he was writing his alumni record after graduating from high school, it was not so detailed.
"Yes." Song Ci said, "We are husband and wife now. I have to understand you."
That's true.
