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"Can you call me Zhizhi? I want to hear you call me Zhizhi."
Weaving¡
Han Qingrang¡¯s heart was shocked again, very violently, even more violently than before.
He pressed his forehead against hers and called softly: "Zhiwei"
Zhiyun almost cried.
It¡¯s been a really long time since I heard him call me Zhiwei.
He seems to be addicted to calling, and he particularly likes this title, "Zhiwei Zhiwei"
"Zhiwei"
"My, Zhiwei"
The last ¡®ah¡¯ sound was filled with a sigh of satisfaction.
Starting from today, Zhiyun felt happier than ever before, especially in front of Han Qingrang.
After going to retrieve the beads, Zhiyun went to buy a red rope and returned to the B&B to continue knitting.
Afternoon time is always so beautiful.
On the balcony, the wind blew gently. Under the big parasol, there were two retractable chairs and a table with fruits and a big watermelon on it.
After knitting the clouds and feeling ready, open the box.
It was a dark red velvet box. When you opened it, there were two very transparent beads lying inside.
The ice species is indeed an ice species, and it becomes even more beautiful when made into beads.
Zhiyun took one in his hand. It was cold and had a hole.
She didn¡¯t need to explain to Mr. Chaosheng. Mr. Chaosheng seemed to be able to read her mind, and he knew how big the beads she wanted.
Zhiyun was super satisfied with the two ice seeds. She put on one first and continued knitting. When she was almost done, she put on another one. The red rope matched the ice seeds. The color was super beautiful.
Of course, it is the ice that supports the beauty of this bracelet.
"Doctor Han, bring your hand."
Han Qingrang stretched out his hand.
Every time she saw his hands, Zhiyun couldn't help but stare at them for a long time. His hands were so perfect.
Putting the red rope around his wrist, the red color, the ice color, and his skin color formed a very sharp contrast. Zhiyun held the red rope with one hand to see if he could loosen his wrist. He put his arm on the table with the other hand, held his chin in his palm, and said with his tongue: "It looks good. My craftsmanship is pretty good."
"Baby."
"It's called Zhiwei."
"Weaving."
"Um."
Han Qingrang stared at the red rope on his wrist. There were two ice seeds on it, and he told the truth: "It's a bit ugly."
Zhiyun: ""
ugly¡¡? ? ?
How ugly is it!
What vision!
Zhiyun was deeply shocked!
It was just the first time she made a serious gift for him, but she was criticized for being ugly!
Zhiyun retracted his hand and held the red rope in his hand, "You said you should take it away, where is the ugliness?"
Han Qingrang pursed her smile and stared at the half-expanded red rope she held in her hand. "It's indeed a bit ugly. If you want to knit it for me, I won't mind it."
Zhiyun was stunned for a moment, then understood.
He never realized that her bracelet was knitted for him!
It was probably due to the color of the bracelet, and she kept tinkering with it without ever saying that the bracelet was for him. She just let him try it a few times, but Han Qingrang still didn't think about it. For him.
"Zhizhi, if you give it to me, I can discover its beauty." Han Qingrang was good at tempting.
¡°Tsk¡¡± Zhiyun laughed out loud, resting his chin on his hands, looking at him as he was lying to a child, ¡°What if I said, this red rope was originally braided for you?¡±
""
He almost didn¡¯t react and stared at her for a moment.
It's like an iron.
Zhiyun was amused by his appearance again, "I'm just kidding." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com