Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

A knock on the door suddenly interrupted Zhou Zhi's words. Zhou Zhi had locked the door when she came in. Now she subconsciously stood up to open the door, but Pei Heng refused and held her wrist. After all, he had waited so long for Zhou Zhi to speak first, so how could he be willing to let her go now?

"fiancée--"

This sound really sounded like a plea. Zhou Zhi even felt that Pei Heng's desire for this sentence was so strong that she almost lost the consciousness to reject him.

Zhou Zhi had never been in a relationship before, and it was her first time facing such an eager gaze, which made her feel somewhat at a loss. She subconsciously tried to break free: "Pei Heng..."

When Pei Heng's eyes looked at her, there was suddenly a bit more sadness in them, and the pleading expression gradually faded away. Zhou Zhi didn't know why she saw such an expression on his face. She wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say. She could only look at Pei Heng like this.

But in just a moment, the intense sadness dissipated, and she only saw the fragility on his sick face. He slowly loosened his hand and said slowly: "It's okay, you go first, we will have plenty of time in the future."

"......Um."

Zhou Zhi walked over and opened the door, and outside was a young servant.

"Master, the roses from the manor have been delivered. Do you need them now?"

After hearing this, Zhou Zhi turned her head to look at the naughty child on the bed who was almost piercing the servant's body with his eyes. She smiled and said, "Explain?"

"Who said I'd have a good rest?"

"Who said I wouldn't do it myself?"

"Who said I would never worry?"

Pei Heng was like a child who had done something wrong and said nothing. Zhou Zhi had no choice but to say to the servant, "Bring it up now."

"Okay." The little servant, who finally realized that he was in trouble, immediately ran downstairs and disappeared in a flash.

Zhou Zhi stood by Pei Heng's bed again and pinched Pei Heng's face: "You, you are really a thief who knowingly commits a crime."

"Well, does Fiancee mean a heart-stealer? I've heard that too... Hey! Stop pinching me! Fiancee, I won't say anything, okay?"

"Poor mouth."

And he refuses to change despite repeated admonitions.

Zhou Zhi let go of Pei Heng's face only after his hands became stiff from pinching. Pei Heng shamelessly begged for forgiveness, with his head resting on Zhou Zhi's waist. If someone who didn't know saw it, they would definitely think that Zhou Zhi had done something terrible to him.

The servant knocked on the door. Pei Heng was still leaning on Zhou Zhi. Zhou Zhi knew that the servants here had received extremely professional training and would not comment on the scene in front of them, but Zhou Zhi was embarrassed to do such intimate actions in front of outsiders.

Pei Heng, who was pushed away, didn't dare to say a word of refusal, for fear that she would breathe out before another breath came out, so she refused to let him hug her.

Pei Heng felt a lot of bitter bubbles in his heart. He looked at Zhou Zhi who was concentrating on studying roses. The bitter bubbles seemed to pierce his lungs and burst out of his body - it's a pity that you don't care about me and don't understand the sadness in my heart.

He wants to rebel, he wants to be angry, he wants to become bad!

Pei Heng decided to be angry with Zhou Zhi unilaterally for the next minute and not talk to her.

"Were these roses also picked from the manor?"

Zhou Zhi picked up a rose. The untrimmed rose was not only beautiful, but also had a delicate wildness. Zhou Zhi carefully sniffed the rich scent of the rose.

She was really beautiful, with upturned eyebrows and eyes that couldn't hide her agility. She was still so delicate and moving under such a gorgeous red rose. Pei Heng stared at her for only five seconds before his mouth opened unconsciously: "Zhizhi, be careful of the thorns."

Pei Heng suddenly woke up after he finished speaking. After struggling repeatedly, he decided to give up and stared at her more intently.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Pei Heng supported his head, tilted his head and began to "stare at his wife".