Chapter 262 My Hands Are Washed and Put Away

Tan Zheng watched the well-behaved Song Ni for a long time, unsure if she had heard anything he said. Noticing the wet hair on her shoulders, he got up. "Dry your hair first." Song Ni then rose and sat at the dressing table, waiting for Tan Zheng to find a hairdryer and blow-dry it for her. Her hair was very long, and by now, her bathrobe was already damp halfway down her back. Tan Zheng plugged in the hairdryer. "Go change your clothes first, this is uncomfortable." Song Ni didn't obey this time, instead insisting that Tan Zheng finish drying her hair before changing. The man's brows twitched slightly, not understanding the reason, but he went along with her. When he saw the gesture Song Ni made on the mountaintop, it was impossible not to be moved. His earlier worry had outweighed that emotion, but now the little girl was sitting beside him, and he could smell the milky scent mixed with shower gel on her. That emotion was amplified infinitely. How could he not treat such a girl well? Tan Zheng's movements became even gentler. When her hair was half-dry, with only a slight dampness remaining, Song Ni reached out and grabbed Tan Zheng's wrist, rubbing back and forth over the place where he had once been injured. "It's enough like this." "You'll get a headache if you sleep with wet hair." Song Ni still didn't let go of Tan Zheng's hand. The man relented, placed the hairdryer aside, and leaned on the back of the chair, assuming a posture as if to draw Song Ni into his embrace. "What's wrong?" Song Ni looked at herself in the mirror. After having her hair blown for a while, a faint blush reappeared on her face, as if she had completely embraced the persona of a little white rabbit. Thinking this, Song Ni chuckled. She wondered if Tan Zheng liked her as a little white rabbit. Song Ni stood up, faced Tan Zheng, and then, in front of him, slowly untied the ribbon of her bathrobe. Tan Zheng's gaze shifted from confusion to deep intensity when he saw what Song Ni was wearing underneath. He slowly straightened up, his eyes never leaving her, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. His voice was hoarse. "What are you doing?" Song Ni simply spread the bathrobe off her shoulders, the silk fabric sliding down her smooth skin. She didn't speak, just stood before Tan Zheng, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at him. The room was brightly lit, and Tan Zheng could see clearly, witnessing all of Song Ni's attempts to conceal her shyness. Like a startled little white rabbit. Tan Zheng closed his eyes fiercely, calming the visual impact, and used his remaining sliver of clarity to think. So, this whole night had been her plan: returning to Linjiang Apartment, letting him wash up before talking, and her being so obedient all along. She had been waiting for him here. Tan Zheng took a few steps back and reached out to turn off the main light in the room, leaving only a small lamp. Moonlight from the windowsill slipped in, casting a glow at Song Ni's feet. In this light, she looked like a fairy who had just attained human form, innocent and pure, with a curiosity about the world. Tan Zheng took a deep breath. "When did you buy this?" Song Ni tilted her head, not answering Tan Zheng. Tan Zheng stopped asking and strode forward. Just as he was about to touch Song Ni, he displayed a rare moment of restraint and embraced her with extreme caution. He lowered his head and kissed Song Ni's shoulder. As she shivered slightly from his intense kiss, the man finally pulled her into his arms, slowly tightening his grip. What happens to a little white rabbit? It gets eaten bit by bit by a big bad wolf. Although Song Ni didn't hear any words of praise from Tan Zheng, she could tell from his incessant and uncontrollable desire that she must have looked stunning. However, this kind of coyness couldn't be used often; it was truly exhausting. ... The next morning, Tan Zheng was still sitting by the bed and hadn't gone to the company. As Song Ni sat up with a wince, the man put down the laptop in his hand and brought a cup of water to Song Ni's lips. After drinking half of it, Song Ni stopped, and her dry, sore throat began to feel slightly better. It was from all the calling in the middle of the night. Song Ni looked at Tan Zheng's gentle service early in the morning, feeling both annoyed and amused, and couldn't help but pinch his waist. "You feel sorry for me now? Why wouldn't you listen when I told you to stop last night?" Tan Zheng laughed, grabbed her hand that was causing trouble at his waist, and kissed the side of Song Ni's face. "My baby was so beautiful last night, how could I stop?" Song Ni's eyes flickered, and she glanced over, only to see that the outfit was nowhere to be found on the bed or the floor. Even in the throes of passion, Tan Zheng hadn't torn her clothes. It seemed he really liked that outfit. Song Ni felt a bit embarrassed. "Where are my clothes?" "Washed and put away." "..." "I washed them by hand." "..." Song Ni opened and closed her mouth several times, wanting to say something, but not knowing how. Finally, seeing the smile at the corner of Tan Zheng's mouth and the contentment in his eyes, she couldn't help but snort. "That's men for you." Tan Zheng admitted his manly nature and had no intention of refuting it. Instead, he asked, "Wife, when will you wear it for me again?" After learning that Song Ni liked to be called 'guai guai' (good girl) and 'baby', Tan Zheng mostly called her those names, rarely using 'wife'. To hear it so abruptly made Song Ni's whole body tingle as if she had been electrocuted. Actually, Tan Zheng calling her 'wife' also sounded very good. Song Ni raised her hand and pinched her earlobe. "I'm hungry." Tan Zheng raised an eyebrow and got up. "I'll make you breakfast." Before he went out, Song Ni asked again. "Don't you need to go to the company?" The man turned, leaning against the doorframe, and looked at Song Ni with a slight tilt of his head. "If you woke up and I wasn't here, wouldn't you be angry?" Song Ni thought about that scenario. After being tossed around half to death last night, by the time she woke up, the man, full and satisfied, would have already gone to the company... She would indeed be very angry. "So you're not going today?" "I'll go after having breakfast with you." After Tan Zheng went downstairs, Song Ni lay on the bed to rest. She took out her phone and realized many people had sent her messages. Chang Zi, Song Jing, Sheng Jiang, Lu Hao Ting, and so on. Song Ni quickly scanned them. The general content was praising her for looking cool, so she decisively exited WeChat and logged into Weibo. She hadn't expected her motorcycle outfit to still be trending overnight. Song Ni clicked into it and examined the photos carefully, very satisfied. Then she skimmed the comments, which were all praises. Song Ni scrolled casually for a bit and finally saw a different comment. "Does anyone else feel like the way Miss leans into the corner and her hand gesture are very familiar? It's very similar to the habits of a professional race car driver I used to like." Song Ni's gaze paused, and she clicked on the fan's profile. She found that this person wasn't really a fan of celebrities. Instead, on her Weibo, she only followed car racing events. Song Ni became interested and scrolled all the way to the bottom of her Weibo, where she actually found news about Tan Zheng. Interesting. So, this fan used to be Tan Zheng's fan and is now her fan? Without thinking, Song Ni directly liked that comment and followed her. After doing all this, Song Ni got out of bed to wash up. When she went downstairs and saw the man in the kitchen, a feeling that was difficult to describe welled up in her heart. The man who had dominated the racetrack in the past was now cooking for her in the kitchen.