For a moment, the top of his head was his chin lightly, flanked by his strong arms, and behind him was a hot embrace.

Even if he didn't make any further moves, Ruan Shiyan just had a feeling that he had been firmly wrapped by him.

The masculine scent mixed with ambergris quietly weaved into a fine net, enveloping her in it, and then gradually tightening.

The sound of his breathing, his heartbeat, was amplified in the net, lingering in her ears, through the eardrum, and straight to the heart.

I don't know how long it took, but her heartbeat gradually caught up with his, almost exactly the same, and then ...... A little more transcendence......

But although Ruan Shiyan had some deer bumping into each other on her side, she couldn't help but feel uneasy, but Song Zehan, who was holding her, was very normal.

Whether it is heartbeat or breathing, there is no difference from usual, calm and unusual, as if she is just a humanoid pillow, not a big living person with flesh and blood and temperature.

Ruan Shiyan was a little depressed.

But I don't know if it's because I doubt my charm and get depressed.

is still in the comparison between himself and Song Zehan's state, and he is depressed because of his lack of concentration.

Is she ...... Can't resist temptation?

And the "serious" Mo Tingxiao, what little self-control he has left can barely control is breathing and heartbeat.

Although his fingers always kept turning the page on time, he couldn't read even half a word of the document in front of him.

The softness and warmth in his arms are his greed, and they are also the beauty that he does not want to lose for the rest of his life.

But right now, Ruan Shiyan is in a messy state, and Song Zehan will certainly not let go of this opportunity to tease her.

He exited the report file and clicked on it, his jointed fingers flying nimbly across the screen.

Song Zehan: [Breathing so fast, uncomfortable? 】

The corners of Ruan Shiyan's mouth twitched angrily.

Isn't this knowingly asked?

Not what he hugs?

"Yes, it's uncomfortable!" Ruan Shiyan's heart was crossed, and she didn't bother to find a reason to explain, so she opened her eyes and said nonsense, "It's not a secret, after I died and came back to life, I got a kind of disease that made me uncomfortable if I didn't beat my husband for a day, and I was about to get sick." ”

Song Zehan couldn't help but smile and continued to type the next reply.

Song Zehan: [I have good physical strength. 】

What does this have to do with good physical strength?

“…… So? ”

Song Zehan: [Call your husband obediently, whatever you want.] 】

“？？？” Waiting for her here?

Ruan Shiyan suddenly had the feeling that she had dug a pit with her own hands and then waited for herself to jump.

It stands to reason...... It is only natural that her husband is called Song Zehan.

But......

Ruan Shiyan took a deep breath, turned around in his arms, and changed to a posture facing him.

Tilt your head slightly, looking directly into those deep eyes.

His ink eyes were still the same unfazed appearance, as if nothing could make waves under his eyes.

Like the unreachable night sky, it can hold all things.

It is also like the untouchable deep sea, dangerous, mysterious, which makes people feel awe-inspiring but can't help but approach again and again.

At this time, there was only her reflection in these ink eyes.

She could clearly see her own frustration and ...... in his eyes Obsessed.

Although she also knows that are ashamed, in the face of such a face and such an atmosphere, she really can't turn a blind eye.

If she is asked to call her husband .......

Song Zehan patiently waited for Ruan Shiyan to adjust her mentality, and waited for the familiar name to come out of her mouth in that delicate and soft voice......