When the old housekeeper saw Song Xiang coming back, he was all smiles and hurriedly called for people to rush around to make arrangements.
"Did you see that when you come to my place, you are treated like a VIP?"
Across the garden, Yan Han quickly spoke in her ear, "It's not like when I go to your house, I'm always cautious."
He said it so exaggeratedly, as if someone was mistreating him.
Song Xiang hugged his arm and followed him upstairs, but saw an unknown heat rising in the garden.
"Are those heating ducts?"
Yan Yanhan had a smile on his face and did not answer mysteriously.
After going upstairs, Song Xiang lay down by the window and saw the scene in the garden.
"Is it an artificial hot spring?!"
Yan Han: "It's been done for half a month, but it's a pity that the people who are supposed to come don't come, so it can only be used as a decoration."
Song Xiang was pleasantly surprised. She hugged his neck, stepped on her feet and kissed him. Then she turned around and went to find some clothes, ready to go out and take a bath.
Yan Han leaned against the wall and said with a sour tone, "Okay, now the hot springs are also in front of me."
Song Xiang found suitable clothes, pushed him to the bathroom next door, and whispered: "After taking a shower, let's go soak together."
She deliberately emphasized the word "together", which was quite provocative.
Yanhan's fatigue disappeared and he quickly took the clothes from her hand, "Five minutes, no time wasted."
Song Xiang: "..."
Watching him go to the next door, she returned to the room holding her clothes.
I simply took a shower and came out wrapped in a bathrobe. It only took six minutes.
She didn't know whether the severe cold was cured, so she went to the garden by herself.
The hot spring is not big, surrounded by rockeries and tall trees, and no one is allowed to come in, so it is quiet all around.
As Song Xiang approached, the air was filled with mist, but he could not see Yan Han's figure.
I carefully tested the temperature and it was just right.
Half of me was buried in it, my upper body was lying on the edge, and my whole body felt comfortable.
After a long time, I heard subtle footsteps.
She didn't open her eyes, but the next second, her chin was hooked by the man's finger.
She opened her eyes slightly and saw Yan Han taking off her bathrobe and laying it directly on the grass. He was wearing a bathrobe with his collar open and lay down lazily. There happened to be a stone for resting behind him.
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From Song Xiang's point of view, the man had his eyes closed, his face was red, and his lips were darker in color. Small water droplets fell from the end of his hair, fell on the grass, and slid along the grass to an invisible place.
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She placed her chin on her arm and asked tentatively: "Aren't you going to come down?"
The corner of the man's mouth moved, he raised his hand and pressed his temple as if he was uncomfortable, "If you drink too much alcohol, you will easily get dizzy."
Song Xiang said "Oh" and thought about going up to help him press it twice.
I glanced at the bathrobe, then remembered that I was only wearing a bra, and quietly shrank back.
She wasn't too worried about the open-air environment.
Yan Han chuckled lightly and turned to look at her, "Don't worry, no one can see except the master bedroom."
Song Xiang took another look around, and bravely pushed himself up from the water. The heat around him was rising, and it felt warm.
Yan Han didn't care that she was wet and took her into his arms.
Song Xiang leaned against him and put her hands on both sides of his forehead.
As they approached each other, Yan Han looked at her quietly. As far as his eyes could see, he could see the water stains on her neck, which looked particularly beautiful under the light.
Song Xiang pressed him carefully at first, and then she felt him scratching her waist with his fingers, making it slippery.