After a while, the world was spinning, and she woke up a little. Song Xiang was already lying on the sofa, and Yan Han covered her with half of her body. Through the sofa, Gu Lian and Lu Zechen could not be seen at all.
The voices in my ears were getting more and more exaggerated, and it was obvious that I was about to get to the point.
Song Xiang was trembling all over, embarrassed, nervous, and angry, all mixed together.
She didn't expect that Lu Zechen would treat Gu Lian like this, and Gu Lian would let him go.
Only when a man really treats a woman as bedding can he do such a thing so unscrupulously in public!
He raised his head and met the stern and cold dark jade-like eyes.
What should I do? I can’t really listen to their performance live.
The next second, Yan Han raised his hand and pressed her ears.
The warm voice disappeared from my ears, leaving only a buzzing sound.
Song Xiang was stunned. After a moment, he quickly raised his hand and pressed Yan Han's ear.
She didn't want him to hear Gu Lian's voice.
This is blasphemy against Gu Lian...
Their breathing was intertwined and they maintained their movements for a long time, and Shun Han's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
He still had injuries on his arms, and he couldn't hold on for long before his body began to slowly sink.
Song Xiang turned her face sideways and felt him rest his forehead on her shoulder.
The bodies are close to each other, intimate.
Midway through, Yan Han loosened his grip slightly, and the sound of physical contact penetrated his ears.
Song Xiang was so frightened that he trembled all over.
Yan Han quickly pressed his hand again.
Time passed by, and the entanglement behind the statue seemed to be endless. The matter between men and women was a matter of course, but Song Xiang felt a little disgusted in front of him.
She didn't understand what Gu Lian was doing, so she could only pour her anger on Lu Zechen, cursing him over and over again in her heart.
She didn't know how long it had been, but the hand she was pressing on Shun Han's ear was sweating, and the place where Shun Han's forehead was pressed against hers was sticky.
The sound finally stopped.
She let go of her hand, and Yan Han also let go of his hand, but could not straighten up yet.
Gu Lian and Lu Zechen were talking.
He kissed her and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you feel good?"
Gu Lian snorted, with the charm of hindsight, "Go away."
"Tsk." Lu Zechen was obviously a little unhappy, "I'll just throw it away after use?"
"Don't worry, someone needs you." Gu Lian sarcastically said, seeming to take his clothes and stand up, "Don't be too tired these two days, I'm afraid you have kidney deficiency."
The sound of the door opening was followed by the sound of a metal belt buckle.
Gu Lian left, and so did Lu Zechen.
The space becomes quiet.
Song Xiang gasped for air and stared at the ceiling above.
Yan Han straightened up and his eyes fell on her face.
There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, her hair was stuck in a mess, her pink lips were biting lightly, and there were a few tears forced from nervousness or other emotions in the corners of her eyes.
Her clothes were disheveled and half of her shoulders were exposed. This was because he moved too much when he hugged her just now.
He put one hand on his chest and the other hand dropped to his ear.
This look made him couldn't help but tighten his jaw.
"They're gone." His voice was inexplicably hoarse, even worse than Lu Zechen's.
Song Xiang stared at him for a moment, then suddenly stood up. She didn't know where the strength came from, pushed him away, and quickly got off the sofa.
I stumbled out and slammed the door.
In a few seconds, the intimate warmth that had stayed in his arms just now suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Yan Han took a long breath and lightly swept the tip of his tongue over his back molars.