C7 Wrapped up like a Caterpillar

... "" Jee Yuanzhi suddenly realized what he was looking at. He hurriedly picked up the remote control and changed the channel. He stuttered, "I... I am letting you know how cheap the things you have sat on are. You are giving me a good feeling?"

Soong Han did not say anything. He sat on the other side of the sofa and ate the fruits.

The atmosphere became strange again. The two of them did not look like they were in a weird relationship no matter how they looked at each other. Jee Yuanzhi shook his head. He needed to wake up a little. Could it be that all these years of targeting could be bought over just because of a pot of porridge?

He secretly sized Soong Han up and traced his facial features. His eye sockets were slightly sunken. He felt like he was a hybrid. His long, curved eyebrows blinked as his eyes moved. After his gold-rimmed glasses were removed, his hair, which was usually combed neatly, was lowered. Without the sharpness of 'Superstar Song', he looked more like a big boy next door.

At this moment, Jee Yuanzhi seemed to know why he had lost to this guy whom he hated so much in the comments. He was too perfect and perfect.

He wanted to slap himself now. Did he still remember what he hated the most back then? He hated the fact that he could win people's hearts, win relationships, and hide his dirty heart under his pure and harmless appearance.

Thinking of this, the long-awaited sense of coldness surged up once again. He looked away and held his head to the side. He began to shake off the evil deeds of this superstar Song.

Tomorrow, he would officially shoot "Little Friend." This night was to get used to it.

The two of them first finished showering in different bathrooms and faced a large bed in their pajamas.

...

Their hair hadn't been dried yet. Her childish face was no longer adorned with makeup. It was refreshing and gentle.

Soong Han shifted his gaze from the magazine in his hand to Jee Yuanzhi's face.

With a quick glance, his gaze was filled with gentleness.

Jee Yuanzhi felt Soong Han in the afterglow. He did not avoid suspicion. Instead, he threw a flirtatious glance back. "Do I look good? Han. "

Jee Yuanzhi looked at Soong Han beside him. It was as if he had heard his father say that he was going to get married. His bad taste suddenly rose. He held his phone and sneaked into the blanket before him. The pure white blanket was covered with wrinkles. It was like a person sleeping.

He patted the seat beside him. It seemed like he was laughing instead of spreading his hands. "Big star Song, from tomorrow onwards, you will need more than ten hours to act in front of the camera. Can't you even sleep with me now?"

Soong Han naturally did not want to be outdone. "Then you are right. I was just thinking, in order to better the performance, tonight I should..." He pressed on, sat on the edge of the bed, and untied the belt of his bathrobe with his fingers. "Should I hug you and sleep, or what?"

"You..." Jee Yuanzhi was defeated once again. Sure enough, he could not communicate with the old gangster. He rolled a few rounds on the bed and wrapped the blanket around his body, leaving a pure white land for Soong Han.

Whoever he liked, he would go and play with them. Jee Yuanzhi was not going to play with them anymore.

... "" Soong Han picked up the book and crossed his legs on the bed. His bathrobe was loose and he looked like a lazy king who was reading books.

After a while.

There was a 'dong' sound.

Soong Han leaned against the bed in a daze and almost fell asleep. He woke up from the shock. The person wrapped in caterpillars fell off the bed.