Han Zhihui's breath of speaking was gently and softly sprayed on Cheng Weiwan's lips, crispy and itchy, causing Cheng Weiwan to breathe for a while, and his hanging eyelashes suddenly trembled.

As if she had been pointed, she didn't dare to move in the slightest except to hold on to the placket of her clothes tightly and stand in place.

She didn't reply to Han Zhihui for a long time, but her cheeks were slowly stained with a layer of redness.

"Wanwan......" Han Zhihui spoke again, his tone was gentle and soft, like a whisper between lovers: "...... If you don't speak, don't you think about it? ”

After Han Zhihui finished speaking, he waited for a while, and seeing that Cheng Weiwan still didn't react, he spoke up again: "It's okay, it's late, I can wait for you......"

After speaking, Han Zhihui pulled the lips that came to Cheng Weiwan's lips, stretched out his hand, touched Cheng Weiwan's long hair with a little pity, turned his head sideways, and glanced at the cake on the side: "Let's cut the cake......"

As Han Zhihui's words settled, Cheng Weiwan lifted his eyelids and glanced at the man in front of him.

She clearly saw a shallow loss in his eyebrows.

Her heart, as if she had been pricked by something, was tinged with pain.

Han Zhihui took a step back, widening the distance between himself and Cheng Weiwan, he turned around, walked to the dining table, bent over, and just picked up the knife and fork box on the table, before he could open it, Cheng Weiwan suddenly said: "Han Zhihui." ”

Han Zhi turned his head.

The flickering candlelight renders his silhouette extraordinarily gentle.

Cheng Weiwan stared at his face intently for a while, and then moved his lips again: "You...... Do you really like me? ”

Han Zhihui didn't answer in a hurry, stared at Cheng Weiwan for a while, put the knife and fork back on the table, and then retreated in front of Cheng Weiwan.

He stared into her eyes, looked at her for a few seconds, and shook his head, "No." ”

Cheng Weiwan was stunned.

Han Zhihui's voice soon came into her ears again: "I don't really like it, I really love it." ”

It's not really like, it's really love...... These words, like a hammer, hit Cheng Weiwan's heart one after another, causing her heart to beat out of rhythm.

She has written many love stories, but never had her own.

She has only one dream, and that is to love only one person in her life.

Over the years, the reason why she has remained single is that she is waiting, waiting for the person she only loves in her life, that person.

She has been waiting for so many years, is it time now?

"Han Zhihui, in my life, I just want to fall in love once and love a man, so, do you understand?"

"What a coincidence," Han Zhihui looked sincere and serious, as if he was making some promise, "In my life, I only want to fall in love once and love a woman." ”

Cheng Weiwan didn't speak again, but took a step forward, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Han Zhihui's lips.

Han Zhihui was stunned for a few seconds, and then he stretched out his hand, pressed the back of Cheng Weiwan's head, and deepened the kiss domineeringly.

Her body, in his arms, gradually softened.

His hand around her waist began to wander around her through her clothes.

His palm, on her body, lit one flame after another, burning her trembling.

Instinctively, she raised her hand and grabbed the hem of his chest.

Her small action made his eyebrows move slightly, and in the next second, the clothes on her body were vigorously faded by him.