Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

On the way, the butler brought them some fruit.

When he entered the bedroom, Zhou Zhi was sitting on a chair at the end of the bed, cutting rose branches. Pei Heng was sitting cross-legged on the bed, ruffling Zhou Zhi's hair.

"Pei Heng, don't pull so hard, you're almost pulling all my hair out."

Pei Heng held a small comb in his hand. After listening to the girl's complaint, he loosened his grip a little, but still did not let go of her hair. He just asked her in a gentle voice: "Will this be better?"

The girl focused on the rose in front of her, but answered very seriously: "That's good, Pei Heng, are you nervous?"

Based on his memory, the butler felt that the young master would not admit it, but when he stood outside and watched them, he vaguely felt that whatever actions Pei Heng took were normal in such a situation.

The next moment, Pei Heng nodded obediently: "Yes, I am very nervous."

He could not openly say that he was tying his wife's hair, so he could only be careful.

He didn't know why, but he just wanted to tie her hair.

Perhaps it is because of the phrase "Married as husband and wife, they love each other without a doubt."

Or maybe, it is the peaceful scene in the dream of "She lies on her lover's lap, so pitiful".

She encouraged him to indulge his own desires in the dark, steal a period of time that did not belong to him, pretend to be careless, pretend to be unreasonable, to get this opportunity, behind her back, secretly promise to be her husband and tie her hair for her once.

Why did he insist on tying his hair up? She might know, or she might not. Pei Heng didn't say it out loud, so he just assumed that she knew and that she tacitly agreed.

In this way he would be extremely happy, just like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly. As long as he could meet the butterfly, he would not care whether it was real or fake.

But both in his dreams and in reality, he kept thinking that if he could tie her hair every day in the future, this would be the future he had earned by spending several lifetimes of blessings.

The butler put down what he was holding and quietly left the room.

He couldn't help but think that the young master would finally have hope in the days ahead.

He smiled with satisfaction, took out the handkerchief he carried with him, wiped the foggy lenses, and slowly walked downstairs.

Zhou Zhi tilted her head, and her black hair slid across Pei Heng's palm without pulling her: "Pei Heng, your housekeeper is so weird."

Pei Heng responded without thinking: "Yeah, very weird."

"You too."

"No."

Zhou Zhi didn't argue with him about this. He had more interesting things to do right now, so he concentrated on pruning the rose branches.

Pei Heng saw that she was in high spirits and did not bother her, letting her do whatever she wanted, but he would remind her from time to time: "Be careful with your hands."

"I know."

Zhou Zhi's hands seemed to be much more flexible than Pei Heng's. Except for the time when he was not careful at the beginning, he had not been pricked after working for so long.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhi looked at the small Band-Aid on the ring finger of his left hand, which was "marked" by Pei Heng.

Just now, Pei Heng disinfected and bandaged her wound, and finally wrote his initials on the Band-Aid, overly proud: "Look, this is my mark."

After a while, after reviewing the whole thing, Pei Heng smacked his lips and said, "No, it can't be just my name!"

Zhou Zhi: "You are really my ancestor. It is not enough to write your name. What else do I need to do?"

Pei Heng bit open the pen cap, grabbed the pen with one hand and the person with the other, and added a few more strokes on the small space on the Band-Aid.

For a moment, the two of them were very close to each other, and the dry air was crackling, as if just a little friction would create sparks.

Pei Heng, however, seemed to have lost his senses and didn't feel anything at all. He even blew on it after he finished writing. Facing Zhou Zhi's puffed-up face, Pei Heng said confidently, "Blowing it will make it work faster."

What a giant baby who loves to act like a spoiled brat.

Zhou Zhi let out a breath, as if this could quickly remove the blush on his face.

Zhou Zhi took a look at the pattern on his finger and asked, "Why do you write one z with a dot and the other without?"

Pei Heng laughed hard: "Because what I wrote was not zz."

Oh, it’s 2z.

"Pei Heng!"

"I'm here! Fiancée, no need to shout so loudly."

Zhou Zhi stared at him for a long time, and finally managed to say something very unimpressive: "Pei Heng, you are really childish."

Pei Heng came closer again in a sly manner: "Fiancée, do you like it?"

Pei Heng was really stubborn. He just wanted this one answer, but Zhou Zhi didn't want to pay any attention to him at all. She felt a breath stuck in her chest and couldn't breathe.

But later on, she was very glad that no matter how silent she was, at least she didn't say "I don't like it" and didn't hurt him too much.