Song Xiang took a bath and leaned in Yan Han's arms to read the lecture notes. The man either clicked his tongue, sighed, or played with her hair, trying his best to attract her attention.
"Am I not attracted to you now?"
Song Xiang couldn't help laughing and looked up at him, "You are so impatient, how did you survive the past half a year?"
Yan Han hummed softly, nuzzled the crook of her neck, and let out a long sigh of relief.
Song Xiang felt his frustration and turned her attention to him for the time being.
"Next, you will be entangled in the affairs of the Rong family, and you probably won't even have time to eat." He said softly, with a bit of boredom in his tone.
Song Xiang thought about the time when she first worked for him as his secretary, when he had just taken over the power and was extremely busy.
"What are you doing? Are you afraid that I won't have time to visit you?" She leaned over and lightly brushed his lips with her fingers.
Yan Han smiled sideways and pulled her to lie down, "Yeah, you don't have time to look at me now, let alone later."
Song Xiang stood up in his arms, held her chin with one hand and looked at him, "No way."
"Um?"
"Although I love money and have a lot of addiction to officialdom, compared with you..." She paused and looked serious, "Those are nothing."
Yan Han lay down with deep eyes, "Besides these, what other people or things compare to me?"
Song Xiang rolled his eyes and realized that he had something to say.
"No one is more important than you."
She spoke without hesitation, but Yan Han frowned and pinched her face, "Have you learned how to coax people too?"
"I'm not coaxing you." Song Xiang shook his head.
Yan Han straightened his expression, "What if it's your parents?"
Song Xiang was speechless.
Since she recognized her relatives, she has not asked any more questions. Apart from not wanting to expose Rong Boye's scars, she vaguely felt that something was fishy, and she also felt that she was inseparable from An Xuyue and his wife.
She pursed her lips, sighed, held Yan Han's hand, and placed it on her chest.
"Do you feel it?"
"Safe buckle?"
She nodded and looked at him steadily, "The time you burned incense for me, I was thinking that you are the most important person in my life."
She didn't know she had a father at that time, but she had already placed him in the most important position in her life.
"Dad is a gift, not a replacement for you." She leaned back on his chest and whispered, "Although it is a bit unfilial to say this."
"But..." She raised her head again, looked at him and said, "If I must feel sorry for anyone, it will not include you. I want... to be worthy of you."
I will be worthy of it for the rest of my life.
Yan Han listened quietly to what she said, and felt that he was filled with peace of mind, and his heart was filled with endless affection, which blocked his blood and slowed down his breathing.
Seeing that he was silent, Song Xiang thought that her confession was not meaningful enough. Then, the man raised his hand, picked up the tablet she had put down, turned it off completely, and threw it on the carpet.
"What are you doing?"
"Stop looking."
"No, I have to take an exam." Song Xiang insisted.
Yan Han pulled the quilt, turned over, and pinned the person under his body.
Song Xiang blinked and turned away, "Calm down."
Yan Han leaned over, resting his forehead on the pillow beside her face, and sighed, "Please give me some face, Miss Rong."
"ah?"
"Please give me a favor and give me a favor."
Song Xiang: "..."
Her face felt hot when he said it. She turned around and saw that the light was still on. She bit her lip, moved her body, shrank down, and hid under him.
"Then you...restrain yourself and give yourself some time. I still want to learn!"