Song Xiang's face turned red. He struggled to get up and whispered: "Don't mess around."
Even if the entire first class cabin was booked, there were surveillance cameras all over the place, so she didn't want to play this exciting game with him.
Yan Han could suppress her with one hand, hug her and lie down, shrouding her in his shadow.
"Get up."
"Stop talking." He said hoarsely.
Song Xiang was worried that he would mess up and really didn't dare to speak.
The man held up his arms and looked at her from above, his sight seemed to be tangible.
The aviation uniforms are really interesting. Even in winter, they wrap the body beautifully.
Her hair was tied up with hairpins, and after much tossing, most of it had fallen apart, sticking to her cheeks and falling at the corners of her mouth, making her look pitiful.
The chest rose and fell slightly, becoming more and more noticeable.
Further down, the two legs were wrapped in skirts and overlapped uneasily.
"Baby." He called her.
Song Xiang knew him so well that he knew there was something wrong with him just by hearing his tone.
"Is it okay if I ask the airline to buy surveillance cameras?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Fortunately he could figure it out.
She rolled her eyes at him and struggled to get up.
Yan Han held her shoulders, leaned over and kissed her neck eagerly.
Song Xiang dodged slightly and reached out, trying to grab something so he could get up.
"Severe cold!"
"Don't move around, and I'll taste the sweetness, okay?"
What a fart! Who believes your nonsense!
You have started to unbutton me!
Suddenly, I touched something on my hand.
Yan Han didn't pay attention to her movements. Seeing that she was no longer moving, he relaxed his suppression of her, gently lifted her chin, and captured her lips.
Song Xiang noticed what he got, took a breath, and suddenly turned away, interrupting his passionate kiss.
Yan Han was about to chase after her, but she suddenly raised her hand and stuffed something into his mouth.
He paused.
Seeing him stop, Song Xiang quickly half-propelled her body and gasped for air.
"I'll give you the sweetness you want."
Yan Han moved the candy ball in his mouth, his expression was aggrieved, "It's not sweet!"
Song Xiang bit her lip, turned around and opened the curtain a crack, quickly brought in two more candy balls, stuffed them all into his mouth, and asked fiercely: "Is it sweet?!"
Yan Han: "...Sweet."
Three sugar balls are too sweet to put into coffee, let alone eaten directly.
Song Xiang saw that his expression was distorted because of his sweetness, she laughed out loud, pushed him, smoothed away the hair from his cheeks, and straightened his clothes.
Yan Han still didn't give up, he came over and spoke with difficulty: "I'll help you with the buckle."
Song Xiang opened his hand and said, "Get out of here."
You almost have the word "thief" carved on your forehead.
"Hiss--" He made an exaggerated sound, as if he was eating chili peppers instead of candy balls.
Song Xiang glanced at him sideways, turned around and buttoned the clothes on his chest.
"Baby, share the burden."
"don't want."
As soon as she finished speaking, he hugged her from behind, followed her lips, and forced a candy ball into her mouth.
Song Xiang didn't expect it to be so sweet, and her eyebrows immediately wrinkled, and the man even asked her narrowly: "Is it sweet?"
She gritted her teeth and couldn't help but reached out and pinched his waist hard, "Bitch thief, is this how you treat your kind girlfriend who gave you a surprise?"
"You are not kind at all." He hummed.
Song Xiang grunted, arranged his clothes, and tried to get out to the next door.