LETTING LOOSE AFTER MARRYING A TYCOON

Chapter 71-75

Chapter 71: It's Very Hard to Restrain Myself in Front of You

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Song Ci looked up and waved at Han Zhan. "Brother Han, come quickly."

Han Zhan strode in. "What are you doing?" Han Zhan stood behind Song Ci, placed his hands on the arms of the chair, and looked down at her every movement.

Song Ci looked up at him and smiled radiantly. Her eyes were sparkling as she opened and closed her mouth, revealing her pearly white teeth. "I drew a table here. Write it down for me."

Han Zhan's gaze lingered on her red lips for a few more seconds before he took the paper and looked down.

It read:

Brother Han's likes:

Food he likes:

Food he dislikes:

Interests and hobbies:

Things he hates:

...

Han Zhan asked, "Must I write it?" He had never written this before. Even when he was writing his alumni record after graduating from high school, it was not so detailed.

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"Yes." Song Ci said, "We are husband and wife now. I have to understand you."

That's true.

Han Zhan placed that piece of paper on the table. Due to his height, he could write easily just by bending over slightly. Meanwhile, Song Ci was also in Han Zhan's arms, along with her chair. She lowered her head slightly and rested it against Han Zhan's chest. At such a close distance, Song Ci felt slightly uneasy.

However, Han Zhan's expression was calm. The tip of his pen circled the paper as he wrote beautifully. Song Ci felt Han Zhan's strong heartbeat coming from above her head. Her heartbeat also became chaotic and irregular.

Song Ci tried her best to focus on the paper, but Han Zhan's presence was too strong and she couldn't ignore him at all. She could smell Han Zhan's cold aura, and if she lifted her head slightly, she could kiss Han Zhan's collarbone under the two buttons of his collar...

Song Ci grabbed the chair with her fingers, feeling very restless.

Han Zhan didn't know how chaotic Song Ci was feeling. He wrote on a piece of paper:

His favorite foods: meat, fermented beancurd parsley, chives, steamed eggs, cloves...

Food he didn't like: pickled vegetables, bitter gourd, Japanese food.

Interests and hobbies: Shooting, riding, racing, bamboo weaving...

Things he hated: Wasting Food...

The word "waste food" had just been written when suddenly, a breath of hot air blew onto his face. Han Zhan's eyes shifted slightly as he looked down at Song Ci with much warning. "Don't be mischievous."

"Brother Han, can you bring forward what we are going to do tomorrow night to tonight?" Song Ci, who had been silent the entire time, spoke up and stunned Han Zhan.

Ka!

The tip of the pen was forcefully on the A4 paper.

Han Zhan's Adam's apple was big and sexy. It was the toughest shield in front of his throat. At this point, that shield couldn't help but roll up and down. It wasn't protecting its owner's throat—it was a metal door that locked the most ferocious wild beast.