Yan Han has never done this to take care of a woman, and certainly he has never done this to take care of a woman he likes.
So...it became a bit addictive.
Song Xiang also noticed it. This guy took gastrointestinal medicine and recovered quickly, and then began to frantically search for a sense of presence in her body.
After drinking a bowl of brown sugar water, Yan Han felt that it was not enough, so he moved his notebook aside and started looking up information.
Song Xiang was speechless, hitting his forehead with one hand and staring at the ceiling in a daze.
She didn't know what this was about. She clearly said she wanted to stay away from him, but not only could she not stay away from him physically, she even...
Feeling irritated and uneasy alternately, I reluctantly opened my eyes, and caught the trace of rigor on the corner of the man's lips through the heavy halo of light.
Forget it, just get off the boat and stay away from him once you get off the boat.
As he said this in his mind, his body unconsciously relaxed.
Half asleep and half awake, it seemed as if the quilt had been lifted off.
She thought, she didn't know what Yan Han was going to do, her life would be in his hands sooner or later.
After a while, the quilt was covered again.
My belly felt warm and I didn't know what it was.
Finally fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes again, the sunlight from the sea had already shone in, making the room extremely bright.
Song Xiang moved and heard a hiss from the person behind him.
She blinked, quickly sat up, turned around and looked into Yan Han's slightly opened eyes.
He frowned and moved his shoulders a little.
"Why are you still here?" Song Xiang asked.
Yan Han immediately glared at her.
Song Xiang pursed her lips, looked at his face, and carefully considered whether her words were a bit heartless.
"Sorry to trouble you."
Yan Han: "...ha!"
Song Xiang wrapped herself in a quilt and moved back, feeling a sense of wetness at the same time.
She paused, her whole body tense, and the ominous premonition came again.
Yan Han didn't notice her look. He kept moving for several hours and needed to get up.
"etc!"
Song Xiang called to stop, but it was too late.
Yan Han stood beside the bed. As soon as he looked down, his pupils instantly shrank.
His pajama pants were silver, and there were blood stains all over from his calves to his thighs. The color was bright red and very scary.
He raised his head and met Song Xiang's embarrassed eyes.
Yan Han: "Were you doing exercises when you fell asleep?"
No need to think about it, it must be miserable under the quilt.
Song Xiang's face felt hot and she bit her lip, not wanting to speak.
Her hair hung down, covering half of her face, and her embarrassment was clearly evident.
Yan Han stood by the bed for a moment, thought about it, and planned to go back to the room to change it.
Song Xiang looked up for a second, "Where are you going?"
Yan Han glanced at her, "What do you think?"
Song Xiang was anxious, "Are you just going out like this?"
If she meets one or two people, she really doesn't need to meet anyone anymore.
Yan Han didn't care, he couldn't stand these pajamas for one more second and had to take them off immediately!
Seeing that he was about to leave, Song Xiang could only crawl over and catch him!
However, Yan Han's movements were too fast, and she failed to touch his arm and reached his pants along the way.
Pull hard!
Her body fell on the bed, and Yan Han's footsteps stopped.
Quiet indoors.
Song Xiang opened his mouth wide and looked upward gradually.
black...
She quickly let go of her hand and said, "I'm sorry!"
Yan Han raised his chin and slowly looked down at her. His jawline was so sharp that it could kill someone.
Song Xiang lowered his head, wishing he could strangle himself to death.
She was lying on the bedside, not daring to move at all. Through her hair, she could only see Yan Han's slippers.