Song Xiang pulled down the shoulder strap, revealing her fair shoulders, and described: "Just like in the TV series, the hero gives the heroine a mark, a big tooth mark."
Yan Han: "..."
He really wasn't in the mood to laugh, but he was teased to the point of being helpless by her.
He raised his hand, pulled up her shoulder straps, and covered her with the quilt.
"If you want to keep it for a year and a half, you have to bite it to bleed and then scab, leaving a scar."
Song Xiang: "..."
"Okay! Come on, I'm not afraid of pain."
Yan Han raised his hand, put his fist on his forehead, and let out two helpless chuckles.
"If you bite it and it bleeds, you may become infected if you don't do it properly."
Song Xiang frowned, got up from his arms again, reached out to pull his bathrobe, "Then I'll bite you."
Yan Han grabbed her hand and restrained her with one hand, "You just don't want to sleep, right?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She pursed her lips and shrank into his arms again.
"I'll leave tomorrow, don't regret it then."
Yan Han stood up and quickly turned off the light next to him.
Song Xiang: "What?"
"No more sleep, let's bid farewell solemnly."
Song Xiang: "..."
The words were spoken, and she was pulled by him to lie down. The next second, he held his arms and looked at her from above.
It was dark, but she could feel it.
There was a cold feeling on the lips, and his kisses fell one after another.
Song Xiang's waist softened, she closed her eyes and raised her chin, completely exposing her neck to his kiss.
"Don't miss me for too long."
"Um……"
He held her hand, pulled her around his neck, kissed her collarbone, and whispered softly: "Don't miss me too much..."
Song Xiang felt that his hand reached her waist and caressed her upwards. A numb feeling was like an electric current, running up to the top of her head.
She was a little confused, "Why?"
"I'm afraid that if you think hard, I'll feel bad."
"Uh-!"
With the sudden stimulation, her body tensed up, and she took the initiative to go over and lick his lips. The hand around his neck did not hold back, and her nails scratched his skin.
There was his muffled hum in her ears, mixed with the soft moans coming from her own mouth, mixed together, and it was extremely embarrassing.
"Stern cold..."
"I am here."
"Wait for me..."
"good."
…
He was worried that she would have to catch a flight, so he collected her in time.
At three o'clock in the morning, Song Xiang was in a daze, feeling sticky and uncomfortable, so he knocked on his shoulder and told him to take a shower.
Yan Han responded and hugged her for a quick shower.
By the time we came out, it was almost four o'clock.
Sleeping in each other's arms.
At six o'clock, Song Xiang woke up naturally and found that it was dim and bright outside.
Yan Han was still sleeping, his brows were furrowed and his face was serious.
Song Xiang was afraid of waking him up, so he moved out little by little before pulling away.
She tiptoed out of bed, changed her clothes and went out. She walked back quietly, kissed the side of his face, and then opened the door gently and went out.
The housekeeper had just gotten up and was stunned for a moment when he saw Song Xiang coming downstairs.
"Please call me a driver and take me home first," Song Xiang said.
The housekeeper glanced upstairs and said, "Don't you need to call me Master?"
"Let him rest first, then call him after an hour and tell him I'll be waiting for him at the airport."
"OK."
The housekeeper looked at Song Xiang's detailed explanation, and it didn't look like he hadn't discussed it with Yan Han.
Song Xiang had a quick bite, went out and got in the car, edited the message and sent it to Yan Han.
She still had to go back and sort it out a little, and then start to familiarize herself with the information.
Back at Rong's house, everything has been arranged.
Song Xiang went upstairs to see Rong Boye and listened to two instructions.