"What little tricks are you doing behind my back?" Yan Han carried her to the desk with one hand, and with the tip of his nose still wet, he leaned over and rubbed her nose, "Huh?"
Song Xiang dodged, "No."
Yan Yan glanced at the notebook behind her.
Song Xiang subconsciously reached back, pushed the notebook aside, and smiled at him.
Yan Han guessed that she was making some little plan and didn't reveal it.
Song Xiang kicked his knees with her toes, "Hurry up and blow dry your hair."
"I'll blow it later." Yan Han pressed her waist, retracted his hand, and took out a small bottle from nowhere.
Song Xiang was confused and reached out to grab it, "What is this?"
Looking at the bottle that looked like chocolate beans, she opened it easily, and a sweet smell hit her face.
Yan Han put his finger into the bottle, pinched a pill and put it into Song Xiang's mouth.
Song Xiang didn't know what it was and subconsciously started chewing it.
"It doesn't taste good, it's a bit bitter." She subconsciously wanted to spit it out.
Yan Han leaned over and sealed her lips with a kiss, stopping her movement.
Song Xiang frowned and had to swallow it. The next second, she quickly pushed him away and coughed repeatedly.
"bitter!"
"Be good, take another one and swallow it directly."
Song Xiang smacked his lips, "Why do you sound like Pan Jinlian who forced Wu Dalang to take medicine?"
Yan Han stroked her hair, took out a pill from the small bottle, and handed it to her lips.
Song Xiang shrank back and refused to eat.
"What's this?"
Yan Han: "Tonic."
"I'm in good health and don't need to eat this." Song Xiang was surprised.
"How are you? You sweat every night, have nightmares, and feel dizzy after staying up all night." He came closer, pinched her ears, and said with a bewildering look, "I restrain myself every time, for fear that if I do too much, you will faint.
past."
Song Xiang was fine with the first half of his sentence, but when he heard the second half, his face instantly turned red.
He raised his hand and hit him hard.
"nonsense!"
Stern Han smiled, stretched out his hand to bring over the tea she had poured, tested the temperature first, then handed it to her, and stuffed the medicine into her mouth.
"Be obedient and eat first. I'll tell you when you're done."
Song Xiang pouted, took the medicine, put it into his mouth obediently, and swallowed it with water.
"What a strange medicine. It smells sweet but tastes bitter when you eat it."
She picked up the bottle and looked at it front and back. It was a three-no product.
"Is it okay if you don't eat?" She raised her head and made a face at him.
Yan Han hugged her and said, "No."
"Why?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to give me a baby?"
Song Xiang hugged his waist, a little embarrassed, "What does giving birth have to do with this."
"You take good care of yourself, and we should have a wedding and then have children."
Song Xiang leaned against his chest and didn't notice the dark glint in his eyes. She just thought he was worried that she was weak and would not be able to get pregnant.
She looked at the small bottle and whispered softly: "It's really a simple tonic?"
"Otherwise? Are you afraid that I will stuff you with poison?" Yan Yanhan teased.
Song Xiang was right when he thought about it.
"Take two pills every day and carry them with you. Don't skip them secretly. Remember?" He pinched her neck to remind her.
Song Xiang covered the medicine and said, "I know."
She put her arms around his neck and put her hands into his hair, "Shall I blow dry your hair?"
"Stop blowing."
He leaned over, held her hip with one hand, and picked her up.