Song Xiang said a few words to Gong Shiheng, then went back to the room to take a shower.
By the time she finished taking a shower, the night sky outside was as dark as splashed ink, which made people feel scared and amazed at the same time.
Yan Han went in to take a shower. She couldn't sit still in the room, so she went out for a walk.
Nanche is a group of people who are very good at living. The island has everything you need, yet it is quiet and peaceful.
Yun Yun cooked a pot of porridge as the end of dinner.
Song Xiang was asked to drink half a bowl. Taking time, she estimated that Yan Han was about to finish taking a bath, so she took another bowl back to the room.
Sure enough, as soon as the room door was pushed open, the bathroom door opened.
Yan Han saw her holding the porridge and rushed to help her, but he didn't pay attention to his steps. He came out barefoot to eat, and he fell to the ground with a clang in his footsteps.
Song Xiang exclaimed, quickly put down the porridge and ran over.
"How's it going? Did it hurt you from the fall?"
Yan Han drank beer and was not very drunk. He was just smoked by the heat. His eyes and face were red, which made him look a little scary.
He put his hands back and breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's such a shame. Fortunately, the baby hasn't been born yet."
When Song Xiang saw that he was joking, she was relieved. She had a big belly and it was inconvenient to squat, so she just sat next to him.
"It really didn't hurt?"
"No." He smiled coldly, leaned forward, and put an arm on his half-bent knees, "I'm not Shiheng. I saw you were so scared."
Song Xiang pouted and moved towards him, "You gave me such a big surprise as soon as I walked in. I was stunned by you."
She reached out to touch his face, "Are you drunk? Your face is so hot."
She had just taken a shower, and her body was filled with the faint fragrance of shower gel.
Yan Han narrowed his eyes, moved to her neck and shoulder, and rubbed her affectionately, "A little beer, so I'm not drunk."
Song Xiang hugged his waist, "Then get up, the ground is cold."
"Okay -" the man drawled out his tone casually, stood up quickly, and hugged her when he stood firm.
Song Xiang skillfully put her arm around his neck and said, "I brought you some porridge. You can eat some."
"Have you eaten?"
"have eaten."
Yan Han heard what she said, put her down, turned around and brought the porridge over, but still fed her a spoonful first.
"My aunt makes porridge mixed with glutinous rice. It's quite delicious."
Hearing this, Yan Han curled his lips and took another spoonful to feed her.
"If I don't eat, I will gain weight easily."
"Where is the fat? Open your mouth and hurry up."
Song Xiang actually just wanted to eat, so she glanced at him and opened her mouth.
It's sweet and perfect for eating after a big fish or meat meal.
Their room has a large window, facing the cliff full of flowers. Looking from a distance, it is very dreamy.
Song Xiang leaned against Yan Han, talking to him and looking at the scenery outside.
"Uncle, they are really awesome, they made this place lively and colorful."
"You like it?" Yan Han looked down at her and said, "Let's buy an island and live there all year round."
Song Xiang laughed continuously, "Forget it, if you live in seclusion with me, not to mention your grandfather, the board of directors will have to burn incense at home, pray to Buddha, and curse me to death every day."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Han clicked his tongue and frowned, "Taboo, mouth."
Song Xiang looked at him with bright eyes and said, "Hey, don't you believe this?"
"Can you not believe it?" He pressed his eyebrows and said, "After living in your house for so many days, Uncle Yu burned three incense sticks in the morning and evening, and he almost became a Buddha immediately. I must be infected at some point, right?"
Song Xiang smiled, glanced at his hair, and urged him to blow dry his hair.