Song Xiang regretted a little, feeling that she was shooting herself in the foot. Now she could rub Yan Han's chest with the slightest movement, and goosebumps all over her body.
"Mr. Yan's figure is so good~" Beibei clenched her hands into fists in front of her body, stars appeared in her eyes, and said in a joking tone, "Xiangxiang, how do you feel?"
Song Xiang pretended to be calm, took the initiative to shuffle the cards, and said: "You can throw a few more bombs later and lose early, so you can feel it for yourself."
"You're so clever." Lu Zechen clicked his tongue and glanced at Song Xiang with a half-smile.
Song Xiang's throat was dry and his hands were sweating while shuffling the cards, but he always maintained the illusion of calmness without revealing any flaws.
She shuffled the cards and looked at Duan Ge opposite, "Young Master Duan first."
Duan Ge was not familiar with this group of people, so he was a little marginalized after the first round. He was actually very unhappy. Song Xiang took the initiative to greet him, and his expression changed instantly.
Everyone could feel that Song Xiang was trying to coax Duan Ge, so his face looked a little strange.
Beibei made a face, Lu Zechen smiled softly, Gong Shiheng always looked like a good gentleman, and Wen Wenxin was careful not to speak during the whole process.
Yan Han hugged Song Xiang, his thin lips pursed tightly, showing no emotion. They were just touching each other skin to skin, and their movements were not out of the ordinary. However, when they drew the cards again, Yan Han suddenly turned his face and placed his lips on Song Xiang's ear.
After a while, the movement was very fast. Everyone was busy grabbing cards and didn't notice it.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, holding back his expression and continued to draw cards.
However, Yan Han seemed to be addicted to playing, touching her intentionally or unintentionally, pinching her fingers when grabbing cards, kissing her ears when she turned her face sideways, and rubbing her waist when she leaned back.
Son of a bitch!
Song Xiang took a breath, and when Lu Zechen caught the landlord card and Beibei exclaimed, he stepped on Yan Han's foot!
Yan Han snorted and immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Lu Zechen yelled and glanced at Yan Han with warm eyes, "I just took off one piece of clothing, is it so exciting?"
Yan Han had a calm face, without any embarrassment. He just got the last card and threw the three landlord cards to Lu Zechen.
"You will know if the thorn is not irritating after you take it off yourself."
Lu Zechen pretended to sigh, turned his face and kissed Beibei on the face, "Baby, let's see if the bomb is enough?"
The two of them were flirting as if no one was watching, and the others pretended not to notice.
Song Xiang moved her feet away from the cold feet and felt much relieved. The next second, the coolness on her waist made her shiver all over.
Yan Han actually opened her clothes, reached in and was caressing the skin of her waist intentionally or unintentionally.
Sure enough, if it was really shameless, she couldn't compare to him.
"Three of spades." She took advantage of the loss of the card and moved forward to avoid Yan Han's movements.
Beibei threw a bomb and played the same trick as in the previous game.
Song Xiang had no chance to follow suit, so her hand had to be used to hold down Yan Han's random hand under the table.
"Isn't anyone following?" Beibei looked around, feeling a little lonely.
"Don't you want to see Mr. Lu's figure?" Song Xiang gritted his teeth and said with a stiff smile, "We won't compete with you."
Shuanghan is a pig! There will be no end!
He couldn't touch her waist, so he played with her fingers again, stroking her carefully. The hint of teasing was very obvious.
No one around the table was playing seriously, leaving only the opportunity for Beibei to mess around.
In less than three minutes, Gong Shiheng finished playing his cards, and it was Lu Zechen's turn to take off his clothes.
Lu Zechen was even more generous than Yan Han. He wished he could just walk down and take a walk. He could take off his clothes and touch Beibei casually. The two of them spoke very boldly, leaving others alone. Wen Wen didn't even dare to raise his head.
Gong Shiheng had no choice but to spread his hands and said, "This is the third game. Please be more serious this time."
No one responded to him, so he agreed.
Song Xiang's mind was in a mess, and her breathing was messed up. She didn't want to clean up Yan Han this time, and wished she could take the initiative to help Yan Han put on his clothes.
It's best not to get the landlord card, otherwise three against one, Yan Han might still lose.
No matter what he is afraid of, Song Xiang is praying, and it is Yan Han's turn to play the landlord card.
"Mr. Yan, you're so lucky." Beibei grunted, her eyes moving down Yan Han's chest unabashedly.
If I lose this round, I will have to take off my pants.
Song Xiang's forehead was sweating, and he felt so regretful that he wanted to strangle himself to death.
She leaned on Yan Han's arms and looked over the cards, whether they were good or bad, and being a landlord was a bit dangerous.
Yan Han usually doesn't play Landlords, and he doesn't know if he has enough brains.
She was in a state of confusion, as her opponent Duan Ge had already thrown the three of spades, officially starting the game.
I don't know why, but the atmosphere changed instantly and became tense.
Duan Ge is obviously a master and has a much better plan for his cards. After two rounds, he lost half of his hand.
Lu Zechen and Gong Shiheng couldn't get involved. They looked at each other and decided to hang it up. After all, they wouldn't have to take off their pants if they lost.
Song Xiang held her breath, and she could clearly feel the vibration in her chest.
The harsh cold breath hit her ears, alternating between hot and cold, easily causing a tingling sensation.
Duan Ge threw a plane and played out ten cards.
Song Xiang lowered his head and watched as Yan Han's fingers crossed several identical cards and threw out a bomb.