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"I love it here. I wish we could stay here forever." Han looked up at the sound of his girlfriend's soft and sweet voice, Jhené Aiko playing softly in the background. Zenna crawled into bed beside him having to take a break from taking out her braids, she handed him a bag of chips to keep his mouth occupied. They were currently staying at their condo in Hong Kong, but they planned to leave the next day. "You say that every time we stay somewhere," he sassed, making her hit his shoulder playfully.
"Don't sass me. There's something different about this place, it makes me calm and the races here are heavenly." Zenna said, laying her head on his chest as he slid an arm around her gently. "That's because you always win," Han shrugs, he had recalled every challenge Zenna had been apart of and won every time. "True. I mean, you can't blame me, teenager boys are too cocky for their own good. I did the world a favor by beating them and letting them keep their daddy's car. Now they know not to underestimate a woman."
Han smiles down fondly at her, "you're amazing, you know that?"
Zenna smiled widely, burying her face in his neck nervously. "Stop, you know it makes me all nervous when you look down at me like that." Han grinned, popping a chip in his mouth. "I know, that's why I do it." Before she could muster up a response, the soft beep of her phone caused her to reach for it and check who messaged her. She winced, looking down at the reply, "shit, Giselle and Suki are gonna be here in two hours. I'm not even ready. You distracted me!" Zenna stood up abruptly, immediately looking for a t-shirt.
"How did I distract you?" Han questioned, eyeing her fit figure as she bent down to pick up his shirt. "W-With your hotness! I don't even have my hair or makeup done. I look like I was hit by a bus!" She ranted anxiously, tugging his shirt over her head. Han cocked a brow at her incredulously, "babe, you gotta stop freaking out. You look amazing, like a model. You always look amazing. Come here." Zen sighs, frowning as she crawled in bed to sit next to him. "You're supposed to say that. You're my boyfriend."
