Han Zhan thought that Song Ci was feeling inferior, and was about to comfort her when he heard Song Ci say with relief, "Luckily I am good-looking. Otherwise, I would really be useless."
Han Zhan knew that he had underestimated Song Ci. He didn't need to worry too much about her. Song Ci had the most beautiful and graceful appearance, as well as a rock-solid heart. She was a real tough rose.
Song Ci flipped over and laid on Han Zhan's lap. She narrowed her eyes. "I am going to sleep."
Han Zhan grabbed Song Ci's short hair gently, and said in a hesitant and solemn manner, "There's something I want to talk to you about."
Song Ci was really sleepy. Her tone became lazy, as she asked in a low voice, "Can't we talk tomorrow?"
Han Zhan was certain again. "I want to tell you now."
"Tell me then, I will listen." Song Ci forced herself to perk up and waited for him to continue.
