Chapter 16
If she didn't go, Zhan Jinyan didn't force her, so he got up slowly and opened the door.

"Sir, you want dinner!" The waiter pushed the dining cart in.

A strong rice aroma hit her nostrils, stimulating her taste buds.

"Cuckoo...!"

My stomach growled loudly.

Song Xiangwan couldn't help swallowing.

The waiter left after placing the plates neatly on the table.

Zhan Jinyan asked: "Do you want to eat?"

"...!"

Song Xiangwan was very conflicted.

Is it important to fill the stomach, or to respect the important.

She really wants dignity.

However, she was really hungry.

Song Xiangwan swallowed hard again, hesitated for a moment, and returned to the room decisively.

"Don't eat!"

The stomach is hungry, but dignity is more important.

She is uncompromising.

Song Xiangwan returned to the room, opened the suitcase, took out the pajamas, decided to take a shower, and went to bed early, so that he would not feel hungry when he fell asleep.

Song Xiangwan didn't know if this method worked, she only knew that at the end of the day, she was really tired, and fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

Facts have proved that when you fall asleep, you really don't feel hungry.

Outside the door, Zhan Jinyan returned to his study after dinner, and held an international video conference.

The meeting lasted until twelve o'clock in the morning.

After taking a shower and lying in bed, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Zhan Jinyan was lying on the bed, obviously very tired and sleepy, but tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

This went on for an hour, still no sleepiness, and even the tiredness began to fade away.

Zhan Jinyan was so irritable that he turned over and sat up. After hesitating for a moment, he went out of the room and came to Song Xiangwan's room.

Song Xiangwan hugged the quilt, curled up beside the bed, breathing evenly, and slept very soundly.

The suitcase on the ground was opened, and the clothes inside were a bit messy.There is a large stack of drawing paper in the net above the suitcase, on which are drawn various clothing design drawings.

Looking at the way the design drawings are packed in a transparent file bag, you can tell that Song Xiangwan must treasure these drawing papers.

Zhan Jinyan walked over, covered the suitcase, zipped it up, and walked to the bed.

Under the dim light, Song Xiangwan's clothes slipped off, and his fragrant shoulders were like spilled milk, glowing with a lustrous jade color...

Zhan Jinyan's throat rolled, he bent down and carried her back to his room, and lay down on the bed with her.

"Hmm...!" Song Xiangwan groaned, got into his arms, and found the most comfortable position.

The warm fragrance of nephrite jade hugged her arms, and a faint fragrance suddenly permeated the tip of her nose.

This smell seems familiar, very familiar.

The fragrance on her body made him inexplicably at ease, as if it had a soothing and hypnotic effect, making his restlessness and anxiety disappear without a trace.

Gradually, drowsiness came.

Zhan Jinyan slowly closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

Song Xiangwan's unique aura unconsciously overlapped with the aura in the dream.

Zhan Jinyan had a dream, a long, long dream.

In the dream, it was pitch black, and the familiar fragrance permeated the entire nasal cavity.

"Don't... ah... um...!"

"Please, let me go! Hmm...!"

In the air, the fragrance of women lingers for a long time, like a branding iron, deeply imprinted in Zhan Jinyan's memory.

Zhan Jinyan was immersed in a dream and couldn't extricate himself.

(End of this chapter)

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