Song Xiang was stunned and couldn't help but move back.
With a smile on his lips, Yan Yanhan came closer and asked, "What do you think?"
Song Xiang's whole body was tense, inappropriate things appeared in his mind, and he blinked hard.
"I didn't go out on purpose."
Yan Han took her hand, clasped it behind her back, leaned closer, and whispered: "Then you should go out too."
"When you go out, you should..."
What to do?
Song Xiang's mind was in a mess. Seeing Yan Han getting closer and closer, the hairs on his back stood up.
Do you want to beat him up? I just had a fight and my experience is still there, so maybe I can beat him.
A bunch of plans flashed before my eyes, and my eyes kept moving.
Suddenly! Yan Han raised his hand and pressed the cotton swab hard on her wound.
ah--
Yan Han: "It's time to recognize the situation and order the medicine!"
Song Xiang:???
She stared and kept her body leaning back, her brain went crazy on the spot.
She thought Yan Han was going to...
Tsk——
He must have broken his brain just now.
She didn't dare to move, in fact she couldn't move, her hands were clamped behind her back by the severe cold.
Yan Han has never given medicine to anyone. He simply dipped a cotton swab in the medicine and applied it, and it was not too light or too heavy.
My eyes followed Song Xiang's face, and finally I saw the chicken coop on her head. I almost couldn't help laughing several times.
This woman is really...
"alright."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, and Yan Han also breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as he let go of her hand, she moved a large distance back, her eyes full of defense.
"Look in the mirror and you will know how ridiculous your defensiveness is now." Yan Han threw away the cotton swab and laughed mercilessly.
Song Xiang was confused, and while he was turning around to answer the phone, he quickly slipped to the bathroom.
I looked in the mirror and gasped immediately.
The hair all over his head was piled on top of his head, like a small mountain peak, and even the broken hair on his forehead was washed up.
The whole person... so stupid!
She slapped her forehead hard and quickly pulled it away with her hands.
Outside, Yan Han finished answering the phone and received another message from Li Ying.
——Dad, take my mother upstairs quickly, I have prepared a surprise for you.
Yan Han sneered, but then he thought about it. If he didn't find something for Song Xiang to do, she would probably have to go down and get involved in Lu Zechen and Gu Lian's affairs.
He walked to the bathroom door and saw Song Xiang "scratching his head."
"Li Ying wants to see you if I have something to do."
Song Xiang's attention was all on her hair and she nodded casually.
Yan Han saw that she was too stupid to pull with her hands, so he took a step closer, put one hand around her waist, and opened the drawer of the sink.
Song Xiang lowered his head and saw a comb.
Just as she was about to say thank you, Yan Han had already taken away the comb.
What's the meaning?
The next second, Yan Han took the comb and raised his hand to touch her hair.
"I'll do it myself!"
"Don't move!" He warned with stern and cold eyes.
Song Xiang pursed her lips, twisted her neck one by one, and stared at the mirror.
Yan Han was a head and a half taller than her, he pressed her head easily and inserted the comb into her hair.
Immediately afterwards...
"pain--"
"Bear it."
"Severe cold!!"
Song Xiang was shocked, holding her hair and trying to run away, but was hugged from behind by Yan Han.
"Just comb your hair."
"Are you sick?! It hurts!" She was trying to avoid the pain and didn't realize that she was being hugged by Yan Han.
"Who asked you to fight?" Yan Han tsked, holding the person in his arms firmly, with bad intentions, just to comb her hair.