The world quieted down, and Song Xiang's subtle voice was like a curse, playing back and forth in Yan Han's ears.
"You woman..."
Song Xiang was not a fool. She could hear the change in Yan Han's state. At first, he wanted to tease her, but she didn't know where she hit his key point, and he walked in a dangerous direction inexplicably.
She moved her body, cleared her throat and spoke: "Mr. Yan, I just had a brain twitch. You get up first and we sleep in separate beds."
After she finished speaking intermittently, she found that Yan Han was motionless, with his head lowered over her.
The subtle breaths came one after another, sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly.
Song Xiang didn't dare to speak anymore, giving Yan Han time to digest himself.
Her heart was running wildly, and a bunch of curse words flew out. According to Yan Han's endurance, she would have to stay with him in this deserted place for who knows how long. It was really like dancing with wolves day and night.
.
Half a day passed, and Yan Han still remained motionless, maintaining the same posture.
As his vision gradually adapted to the darkness, Song Xiang vaguely saw him and licked his lips slightly.
It was obviously just a small move, but when a man who was full of aggression did it, it inexplicably became a little bit erotic.
Song Xiang closed his eyes and recited it several times to calm down.
The two of them had been stuck together for too long, and even though the night was cool, they were still sweating.
"Mr. Yan...?"
"Shut up."
Song Xiang: "..."
Shut up, just shut up, but you go down!
Of course Yan Han could feel Song Xiang's worry. His mind was now full of messy things. Whether his sanity collapsed or not depended on the weather. He didn't think twice at all.
A few times before, he could still think of Song Xiang's value. Even if she couldn't be a good person, her work ability should remain in the Yan family.
But it didn't work this time. He didn't have so many things in his mind. The previous scenes with Song Xiang were scrolling in front of his eyes like a movie. As soon as Song Xiang made any movement, he could immediately take it in.
Sure enough, he may have been in seclusion for too long, and coupled with his irritable mood, his usual rational restraint has long been defeated, and now he can't hold back even if he receives the slightest stimulation.
Whether you want to take action or not can only happen in a matter of seconds.
Song Xiang also felt that the dog man was not calm at all, he was thinking. Maybe the next second he would have the idea and feel that it was okay to attack him, so he would do it directly.
"Mr. Yan, it's quite troublesome to be entangled with me." Song Xiang ventured to speak.
Yan Han sighed with relief, raised his eyes, and scanned the face of the person below him.
Song Xiang swallowed and continued: "Forget it before, if you give me one or two houses, you can easily get rid of me."
Yan Han narrowed his eyes, pondering the meaning of her words.
Song Xiang: "It's different now. If you want to send me away, you'll need at least half a Yue Ji."
Yan Han turned his face sideways, pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and said hoarsely: "Is it okay to give you half a Yue Ji?"
Song Xiang was shocked.
She originally just wanted him to quit before the difficulties, but hearing this tone, she was willing to give up even half of Yue Ji.
Sure enough, men think with their lower body, no matter how smart they are.
Halfway through her words, she suddenly became speechless and looked dumbfounded.
Yan Han followed the darkness and vaguely recognized the funny expression on her face. Inexplicably, he felt a little happy.
The man chuckled, clear and sultry in the quiet and tense room.