Song Xiang felt that Yan Han must have lost his mind, otherwise he would not have done such a crazy thing.
She felt like her body was hanging in the air and she was really being held by a man.
The faint scent of roses, mixed with the subtle smell of alcohol, was so stimulating that her brain almost decomposed on the spot.
Yan Han hugged her out and left An Xuyue's room. Then he walked to the door of his own room but stopped again.
He had already woken up from the alcohol, but now his behavior was a bit beyond his imagination, and he was unable to make any progress or retreat for a while.
There was a fight in my mind, but my actions were one step ahead.
Opening the door, walking through the darkness, and placed Song Xiang on the empty big bed.
The surroundings are very quiet, with only the faint sound of the air conditioner blowing.
Song Xiang didn't dare to move, and remained in the same posture as being put on the bed by Yan Han.
Yan Han sat down next to her and stared at her face with deep eyes.
A few hours ago, through the darkness, he confirmed for the first time that the woman was Song Xiang.
But once it gets close, the body immediately develops a resistance mechanism.
He was a little annoyed by this behavior, and looked at Song Xiang, also a little depressed.
He raised his hand and patted Song Xiang's face.
The woman frowned, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned over impatiently.
Alas, she still has a temper.
"Sleep like a pig."
You are the pig.
Song Xiang turned her back to the man, rolled her eyes quietly, and then quickly closed her eyes.
Yan Han sat beside the bed and made several impatient sounds.
Song Xiang didn't know what he wanted to do, so he could only remain tense.
In fact, Yan Han himself didn't know what he wanted to do.
He had some thoughts about Song Xiang, but now that he was fast asleep, most of those thoughts had stopped.
The most important thing is that when he was in Jindi, he immediately realized that the person lying next to him was Song Xiang, and that feeling of joy still remains in his mind.
What was going on? This uncontrollable feeling made him irritable.
They were just at a stalemate.
Song Xiang almost couldn't help but open her eyes, but thought about what both sides would say if they did.
She endured it for a while, and Yan Han suddenly stood up and hugged her again.
Song Xiang was confused, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.
Yan Han carried her out of the room, then walked back to An Xuyue's room and put her down again.
An Xuyue was excited and looked surprised when she saw her being sent back intact.
"Son, what's wrong with you?"
Returning the intact jade to Zhao?
Yan Han pursed his thin lips into a tight line, glanced at his mother, and said in a deep voice: "I'll sleep with you."
An Xuyue pursed her lips and couldn't help but leaned over and asked, "Do you have any questions?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Stern and cold eyes stared at his mother, and said viciously: "If you don't sleep, stop hiding here."
An Xuyue grunted and lay down next to Song Xiang.
Yan Han stood there, staring at Song Xiang's face for a while, and then turned around after a while.
Hearing the door to the room close, Song Xiang couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh of relief.
An Xuyue whispered beside her: "If you take her out and do nothing, is Xiao Yan broken?"
Song Xiang's temples jumped hard, and she admired An Xuyue's ability as a mother.
After a while, An Xuyue lost her voice. Song Xiang kept her eyes closed but couldn't fall asleep.
What does Yan Han mean by carrying her to his room in the middle of the night and then back again?