Yan Han came back to his senses, followed her line of sight, and said casually: "Want a plane?"
Song Xiang blinked and glanced at him.
I thought: This person must be a fool.
She shut her mouth and continued to look outside.
Time passed by, the porridge was ready, but Song Xiang fell asleep.
Yan Song stood aside, watching Yan Han get up and walk to stand in front of Song Xiang.
"Master."
As soon as he spoke, Yan Han turned around and gave him a cold look.
Yan Song shut his mouth and glanced at Yan Han's arm, reminding him that the injury was serious.
Yan Han only hesitated for a moment, leaned over, and easily picked Song Xiang up from the chair.
A woman who is asleep is more well-behaved than ever and is very pleasing to the eye.
He put the person down and looked at Yan Song.
Yan Song's mouth twitched and he quickly retreated.
There was silence all around.
The man walked to the other side of the bed and lay down on it naturally.
He covered Song Xiang with a quilt, but he simply lay down next to him.
There was a faint sound of breathing in his ears, and when he turned his face, Song Xiang's face was very close.
He couldn't help but raise his hand, pinch Song Xiang's nose, rub Song Xiang's hair, and play with her ears.
The action was very gentle, but also very rude.
The corners of his lips rose quietly, but he was suddenly caught by himself, and his expression began to shrink unnaturally.
Take your hand back and stop looking at the people around you.
When I close my eyes, irritability suddenly appears again, mixed with many emotions that I know well. When I open my eyes again, it is as if another person has seen through my heart.
This feeling is very unpleasant, especially when the people around me are sleeping too well.
He snorted heavily and closed his eyes again.
…
six o'clock in the morning
Song Xiang woke up first, turned his face blankly, and found Yan Han lying next to him.
He took a deep breath and sat upright.
He was not covered with a quilt, and he was still wearing the same clothes she remembered.
She herself was wearing the same bathrobe she had worn before going to bed and had not touched it.
After straightening her clothes, Song Xiang quietly got out of bed, opened the door and went out, only to find that someone was still guarding outside.
She went back and called the front desk in the bathroom to ask them to wash and dry her wet clothes from yesterday.
When the clothes were delivered, Yan Han still hadn't woken up.
She quietly walked out to get her clothes, then retreated to the bathroom to change.
Outside
Yan Han's sleep was actually very light. He didn't open his eyes when he heard Song Xiang's movements.
Song Xiang closed the glass door and locked the door, and he couldn't help but hum.
He is not very capable, but he is quite wary of others.
He hadn't seen anything, and he wouldn't peek at her.
He got up angrily and subconsciously stepped lightly.
Passing by the bathroom door, he suddenly stopped.
The door is frosted, and with the lights on inside, you can see the general outline of the inside.
Tsk——
Song Xiang moved very quickly, but the buttons of her clothes were probably stuck. She was naked and lowered her head to fix her clothes for a long time.
Yan Han's expression was serious, but his steps did not move.
"Want scissors?"
Inside, Song Xiang pulled the thread and suddenly stopped.
She blinked at the mirror, turned her head to look at the door, and vaguely saw the human figure outside.
His face felt slightly hot, and he quickly took two steps back.
"Need not!"
Yan Han snorted, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and opened his mouth slightly.
With a villain's heart, he simply wanted to help her.
He stood there without moving. After a while, Song Xiang changed her clothes and came out, but her hands were pressing on her back unnaturally, and her expression was a bit strange.
"Is something wrong?"
"without."
Song Xiang moved to the side to make way for him.
He glanced at her harshly and ordered: "Turn around."