Hearing Song Ci's words, Han Zhan felt very helpless. He pinched Song Ci's face and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Sleep."
Han Zhan turned off all the lights, leaving only the three shooting lights on the ceiling outside the room. That shooting light happened to shine on a precious painting that Han Zhan kept, and the entire bedroom became mysterious and quiet.
Han Zhan stared at that photo and suddenly said, "You're not a dessert. You're water."
Song Ci was about to fall asleep when she heard Han Zhan's random words. She was puzzled. Water? "What do you mean?" Praise me for being as tender as water?
Han Zhan added, "You are water. You can make me die of thirst if I don't drink it for a day."
What corny words!
But Song Ci's heart was sweet. She slowly moved into Han Zhan's arms and laid sideways. "Hearing you say this, I suddenly want to sleep with you."
