Song Xiang took two steps back, a little reluctantly, "Don't you want to wash up?"
Yan Han lost his patience and didn't want to talk nonsense with her. He quickly stepped forward, put one hand around her waist, and turned her over easily.
Song Xiang was leaning on the edge of the bed, unable to stand still. She leaned forward and held on to the edge of the bed with both hands to keep from falling.
Yan Han stood behind her and saw the condition of her back. The threads on her clothes had caught the buttons of the bra inside, and all the clothes behind her were pulled up, exposing a large area of skin around her waist.
The woman bent over and supported the edge of the bed, her posture extremely warm.
Song Xiang's face felt hot and she immediately wanted to straighten up, but the person behind her pressed her shoulders.
"Don't move."
He reached out and touched the hem of her clothes, intending to lift them up without ceremony.
Song Xiang suddenly turned around and stared at the person in front of him.
"I'll do it myself!"
He had never done this kind of thing even in the years when their relationship was closest.
What's more, in this relationship, the kiss last night was ridiculous enough. How could he help her unbutton that place?
Yan Han saw through her thoughts at a glance and clicked his tongue, "Turn around and I will help you pull off the thread."
Song Xiang's face turned red, "I can do it myself, there's no need..."
"I can hold you down with one hand." The man warned in a tone of voice.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and clenched his hands without speaking.
She didn't move, Yan Han took action on his own.
He came closer, leaned over, and put one hand behind her.
They were close to each other, and Song Xiang's face happened to be at the same height as his sensitive area, so he could only turn his face away.
Yan Han was indeed not talking nonsense. He pulled off the thread on the button and took a step back.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, quickly packed her clothes, stood up and wanted to run out.
Yan Yanhan lowered his lips and grabbed her arm, "Why are you running around? I'll look for you later."
Song Xiang pursed his lips and stood there without speaking.
She felt that her language system had not been online since last night and had been hit by severe cold pressure.
depressed.
He gave her a stern look, then turned and entered the bathroom.
As soon as he entered, he immediately ordered Song Xiang to take this and that, causing a lot of trouble.
Seeing that he had saved her, Song Xiang did everything he did.
After breakfast, Yan Song came over and said that everything was arranged and he could leave for the nursing home.
Song Xiang thought she was the only one going there, but she didn't expect Yan Han to get in the car too.
"The smell of the sanatorium is not very good, Mr. Yan had better not go in."
On the way, Song Xiang began to express severe coldness.
Xu Shuyan knew that she was a secretary and had reminded her many times to keep her distance from her boss. If she went in with Shun Han, she would not be able to explain clearly with ten mouths.
Yan Han closed his eyes and could figure out the meaning of these words without opening them, which was to tell him not to go in.
He hummed softly and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Which eye of yours saw me going in?"
Yes, don't go in.
Song Xiang responded, "Well, please wait for me."
Tsk——
Yan Han was unhappy. Just as he couldn't say anything, the corners of the woman's mouth couldn't help but rise.
The car stopped at the entrance of the nursing home, and he said angrily: "Half an hour."
Song Xiang paused for a moment, "How about you go first, and I'll buy a ticket myself and go back."
Yan Han: "..."
Yan Song saw his young master's face sinking in the mirror and immediately answered.
"Miss Song, you'd better come with us, just to be safe."
Song Xiang was a little hesitant. Half an hour was not enough to talk.