Yan Han struggled violently with his eyes wide open, his face flushed red. Song Xiang thought he was trying to compete, so she used more force on her hands and had to wait for him to swallow the medicine.
The two sides were in a stalemate, their eyes were bloodshot, and their mentality was in a life-or-death twisted state.
Finally, Yan Han closed his eyes, kicked his feet, and there was no movement.
Song Xiang blinked, not realizing that Yan Han was fainted from anger.
She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the joy of victory. She took back her hand and patted Yan Han's cheek.
"Just take the medicine and forget it. Why are you messing around?"
There was no movement in the severe cold.
Song Xiang thought for a moment and felt something was wrong, so she patted twice more hard.
"Severe cold?"
It’s over, bored to death?
Song Xiang checked his breathing and found that there was no problem. He then tried the pulse under the neck and found that there was no problem either.
It seemed that he was not dead, but Song Xiang suddenly became nervous. She thought for a moment and pinched Yan Han Renzhong hard!
Um!
With a muffled groan, Yan Han suddenly opened his eyes.
Song Xiang felt happy, but the next second, Yan Han closed his eyes again.
Song Xiang was at a loss and tried to slap his face. Yan Han was breathing harder, not as unresponsive as before.
Song Xiang patted his chest and comforted himself, it was good that he was not dead.
After a lot of tossing, she was so tired that she was covered in sweat and fell directly on the edge of the bed.
Yan Han's breathing was heavy, hitting his ears again and again, reminding Song Xiang that he was still alive.
Song Xiang turned to look at Yan Han and whispered: "What a ghost."
The relationship between them is actually in this state.
She closed her eyes, then stood up on the edge of the bed. After making sure that Yan Han was asleep, she decided to go to her room and take a shower.
It's almost ten o'clock, so we must make a quick decision.
Song Xiang took a combat shower and rinsed off the shampoo as soon as he applied it to his head twice.
After coming out of the bathroom, she changed into a complete set of clothes, and then put on a coat to wrap herself up tightly.
There are differences between men and women, not to mention her sensitive relationship with Yan Han. If she wants to avoid the situation of not having three hundred taels of silver here, she has to be careful.
She zipped up the zipper and breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could go out, she heard a noise outside.
Severe cold!
Song Xiang hurried out and trotted to Yan Han's room.
Beside the bed, Yan Han's head was wet, his eyes were blank and fierce, and he was sitting on the ground crookedly. He had obviously just fallen off the bed, and unfortunately he had spilled the water on the bed.
Song Xiang held his forehead and walked in a little uncertainly, "Mr. Yan?"
Yan Han raised his head, frowned in displeasure, and stared at Song Xiang without saying a word.
Song Xiang guessed that he was burned out, so he boldly leaned over and helped him to the bed.
Yan Han was indeed confused. After staring at the person for a long time, he finally remembered that this guy was Song Xiang who annoyed him the most.
"What are you doing here?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She grinned and said, "Repay the favor."
He gave her a stern cold look, his eyes defensive, "Isn't it revenge?"
Song Xiang straightened up and said, "Mr. Yan, will you harm your parents?"
Yan Yanhan's eyes were red and he said coolly: "Ordinary people don't know how to do it, but you are different. You are wild."
Song Xiang: "..."
You really think highly of me.
She took out a tissue and took the initiative to wipe the water from Yan Han's hair, but Yan Han subconsciously avoided it.
Song Xiang shook the tissue in his hand and said, "Wipe your hair."
Yan Han leaned over again and did not resist her serving him.
Song Xiang carefully wiped her hair and asked Yan Han: "Is there anything you want to eat?"
Yan Han: "It sounds like you can make whatever I want to eat. Apart from instant noodles, even egg pancakes can't necessarily guarantee success every time, right?"
Song Xiang gritted her teeth. This bitch really knew herself. Every time she made egg pancakes, she relied on luck. The proportion of egg paste all depended on the feel of the hand. Last time, she was lucky and succeeded.
"I can cook porridge."
Yan Han: "Why didn't you say you could boil water?"
Song Xiang threw away the tissue in his hand and put his hands on his hips, "If you keep yelling at me like this, I won't be the one who suffers."
Yan Han: "Bring me my phone."
He had a cold face, thinking he was going to order something to eat.
Song Xiang: "Yan Song and the others also have to rest, so they can't always be on call, right?"
Yan Han sneered lightly, showing a look of disdain, "Don't you know there is such a system as a shift system in the world?"
Song Xiang was speechless.
She shrugged, "Then you can find it yourself, I can't see it."
Yan Han glared, his red eyes full of shock.
In just a few minutes, this woman will go to heaven?
Song Xiang: "Let's have some porridge. I can do it well. I can also try the egg pancakes a few more times."
Yan Han: "Why should I be your guinea pig?"
Song Xiang: "Please, please, be my guinea pig."
Take a deep breath.
No matter what Song Xiang thinks, she doesn't want to bother her anymore, nor does she want him to eat randomly.
To avoid eating too much, she would have to take care of him for two more days.
Yan Han crossed his arms across his chest and raised his chin, "For the sake of begging me."