"Uh..."

Zi Yan naturally circled her arms around Zhang Han's neck. When she realized this movement was somewhat ambiguous, her face suddenly turned red and she hid her face in Zhang Han's chest.

"Ha, ha."

Zhang Han laughed and slipped toward the nearby chair with Zi Yan in his arms.

At this point, Zi Yan's long hair fell like a waterfall and was slightly lifted over her shoulders by the breeze.

This glamorous scene ...