Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 59
"you're back?"

Jin Ziqi was startled when he heard the sound, and when he waved away the hazy fog, he saw Song Qiyan grinning and looking at him with a mouthful of white teeth.

The bathrobe was loosely put on his body, revealing a strong wheat-colored chest with well-defined muscle texture. Under the soft yellowish halo, he became more and more sexy and alluring.

Jin Ziqi inadvertently saw the looming red dot under the bathrobe, his head became dizzy for a while, his mouth and tongue were dry, and a hot stream rushed straight to the top of his head.

The charming atmosphere made her swallow her saliva, she turned her face to breathe the air without the fragrance of shower gel on him, Song Qiyan looked at Jin Ziqi's red ears, rolled up the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and then moved aside thoughtfully: "It's getting late, You go in and wash, and go to bed early after washing."

Jin Ziqi looked at Song Qiyan's gracious smile, his body didn't move, but he glanced into the bathroom a few more times from the corner of his eyes.

Suddenly there was an extra set of toiletries on the washstand!
She looked at Song Qiyan strangely, then turned around and quickly walked into the cloakroom. Fortunately, there was not an extra cabinet of men's clothing!

When she came out, Song Qiyan was sitting on the bed and flipping through magazines. He raised his head and gave her a harmless smile, then lifted the silk quilt and lay down inside: "Go take a bath, I'll help you cover the quilt!"

The tone of course, the attitude of righteousness!

Jin Ziqi stared at him for a full three minutes, then returned the same way without saying a word, opened the door, and walked out.

After closing the door and looking up, she saw Su Ningxue upstairs, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

"Why don't you go in and rest?" Su Ningxue glanced at the door behind Jin Ziqi, and was about to come over.

"Eh..." Jin Ziqi was still holding the doorknob, and before Su Ningxue came over, he said: "I just went to see so-and-so, and I was planning to go back to sleep."

After saying this, he opened the door, and under Su Ningxue's gaze, went back into the bedroom and closed the door and locked it.

"Come back so soon?" Seeing Jin Ziqi standing at the door with a sullen face, Song Qiyan did not forget to show his concern.

Jin Ziqi didn't look at him, and went straight into the bathroom with his pajamas.

Warm water sprayed from the shower, and the whole bathroom was filled with warm mist.

Standing under the shower, Jin Ziqi's thoughts were in a mess. When she thought of going out later, she would face a man who was staring at her.

But in fact, she didn't feel panic because of this, what occupied her most was anger.

Annoyed that Song Qiyan broke into her house again and again without her permission, annoyed how this man could treat her so self-righteously, even annoyed——

Jin Ziqi raised his head and let the water column pour over her facial features, so as to extinguish the anger in her heart.

She is not cowardly, so she will not deny the throbbing of Song Qiyan in her heart.

This man subtly attracted her.

She thought of the white figure she occasionally saw in her dreams these years and the desolation and depression when she dreamed back at midnight, even she herself didn't know what kind of emotion it was.

If that feeling is true, then that white shadow should be the person she met in her most beautiful years.

Jin Ziqi opened his eyes and looked at the half-frosted glass, as if looking through it at the man lying on her bed and covering her quilt outside, his lips wetted by water droplets were slightly pursed.

Will it be the same person?
On the other side, Song Qiyan was leaning on the mattress, holding a pillow in his arms, grinning and complacent listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom.

Suddenly, I remembered the appearance of Jin Ziqi getting up from the swimming pool on the cruise ship. The clear water and hibiscus are not enough to describe the smart and elegant temperament at that time.

Song Qiyan coughed, lazily stretched out his arms and flipped through the magazines, and taught the restless people under the quilt: "What are you jumping for? Are you afraid of death and rush over by yourself, hurry? I'm more anxious than you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the door over there was pushed open, and hurriedly suppressed his irritability and lowered his head, pretending to read a book.

Jin Ziqi came out wearing a set of conservative pajamas. She glanced at Song Qiyan, who seemed serious, and went to the dressing table to dry her hair.

As soon as I plugged in the hair dryer, the hair dryer in my hand was snatched away by a big wheat-colored hand.

Sitting on the chair, Jin Ziqi looked back, and saw Song Qiyan's tall body standing behind her, his five fingers with distinct knuckles and slender fingers running through her wet hair.

He looked at her with half-down eyelashes, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Let me blow it for you."

Jin Ziqi didn't know which tendon he had hit wrong, but he sat obediently in front of the dressing table and let him blow his hair with the hair dryer.

The humming hair dryer is the only sound in the room, although it is noisy, it is extraordinarily warm.

Jin Ziqi looked at Song Qiyan's concentrating side face in the mirror, as if his heart was being ironed by a warm current.

It's just that the emotion hadn't passed yet, and her scalp was suddenly scorching hot, causing her to gasp in pain.

On the other side, Song Qiyan frantically turned the mouthpiece of the hair dryer to other places, and gently touched the place where she was burned, fearing that she would get angry and hurriedly explained: "It won't burn you again."

Seeing his nervous eyes, Jin Ziqi's annoyance gradually dissipated, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and he handed over a comb.

Song Qiyan immediately took it tacitly, turned on the hair dryer again and combed the long hair behind her while blowing.

The black hair was blown in the air by the hot wind, and the slightly drunk warm wind made her drowsy.

Just as he closed his heavy eyelids, his scalp suddenly ached again, as if a bunch of hair were about to be pulled out by a brute force.

Enduring the pain, Jin Ziqi turned around and saw Song Qiyan's hand full of knotted hair, while he was frowning and gritted his teeth to "fight bloody battle" with the comb she gave him.

"Haven't you ever blown someone's hair?"

"What... what?" Song Qiyan was caught off guard by Jin Ziqi's sudden question, trying to hide the hair that was pulled into a ball by him, but found it was too late.

Jin Ziqi saw his clumsy appearance and didn't get angry. On the contrary, his heart was unprecedentedly peaceful.

She calmly took the hair in his palm, picked up the comb and smoothed it slowly, with a peaceful expression.

When I stood up, I felt a faint headache, and my delicate body shook for a moment.

It's the aftermath of a car accident.

He supported the dressing table with one hand to balance himself, but his whole body suddenly flew into the air, and a pair of powerful arms went around her back to hug her.

Jin Ziqi raised his head and saw Song Qiyan's handsome face. His brows were frowned, and his eyes were full of worry and anxiety. He carefully placed her on the bed.

"Is it uncomfortable? I'll go to the doctor."

"No!" Jin Ziqi raised his hand to hold Song Qiyan who was about to leave, "It was left by a car accident, it's nothing serious, just get me some medicine."

Song Qiyan watched her pretending to be innocent with a light smile, and the wrinkles between his brows deepened, but he still went to get the medicine as she said, and then poured hot water to help her lean against his arms: "Be careful of burning."

(End of this chapter)