The man's warning voice was in her ears. Song Xiang laughed so hard that her whole body trembled, "I don't laugh... I don't laugh!"
Damn woman, she says she’s not laughing, but she’s still laughing.
Song Xiang opened her eyes and met Yan Han's dark and deep eyes, and then she saw the bunny ears on his head.
It's over, I can't stop at all.
"Yan... Yanhan... please..."
"Take off the bunny ears quickly."
There was another burst of laughter, like the squawk of a goose.
Yan Han's forehead tightened, then he remembered what he was wearing and pulled it off.
Song Xiang was still being held down by him, and she finally stopped laughing and continued to look silly at him.
He weighed it and thought about kissing her or cleaning her in vain.
"hiss--"
Song Xiang suddenly cried out in pain.
He subconsciously moved away and said in an unhappy tone, "Is your stomachache controlled by your thoughts?"
Song Xiang's face was tangled together, thinking that she couldn't move in the first place, and it hurt because she laughed at you.
She squinted her eyes and looked outside, "Where is Qi Ming?"
"Trash, what do you want him for?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Yan Han looked down at her and said coldly: "Can't bear to part with you?"
Song Xiang shrugged, "It's a pity that there is less free labor."
She suddenly understood why boys couldn't see through Green Tea. They couldn't see through it, they simply didn't want to see through it. Green Tea was gentle and considerate, so cute.
Yan Han noticed the trace of sincere pity on the corner of her mouth and wanted to go up and pinch her twice.
The phone rang at the right time and it was Yan Song calling.
He was going to work in the living room and needed someone to bring something over.
Song Xiang was lying on the bed, eating the snacks prepared by Qi Ming. When she turned around, she could see Yan Han sitting in the living room.
They rarely communicated with each other, and the few words they did have were all stern insults to her.
Until the evening, Yan Han had no intention of leaving.
Song Xiang couldn't chase him away, and was worried about sleeping.
Her house has two bedrooms, but the other room has not been cleaned all year round and cannot sleep at all.
It was impossible to sleep in the same bed, there was no way she could justify it, and she didn't want to get Yan Han covered in blood again.
Yan Han rudely borrowed her bathroom. After taking a bath, he came out wearing a bathrobe without any disguise.
Song Xiang was lying on the bed, with her back facing his direction, but her chest was pounding.
Hearing the noise, Yan Han had already walked out of the room.
She quietly turned around and saw him drying his hair on the sofa in the living room.
The lights were turned off, but he was still in the living room.
After a long time, Song Xiang was sure that he had fallen asleep on the sofa.
She slowly sat up and walked out of bed with bare feet.
When I opened the door, I saw him sleeping on the sofa.
The sofa is not small, but since he is nearly 1.9 meters tall, the space seems cramped.
Probably because she was tired during the day, he didn't even notice her when she walked closer to the sofa.
Song Xiang just stood quietly, staring at the man with his eyes closed.
He is very good when sleeping, and with his fair skin, he looks very young.
She suddenly knelt down and looked at him steadily.
He stretched out his hand to touch him.
Suddenly, the string in her head jumped, and she was so frightened that she quickly retracted her hand.
He stood up, blinked in a panic to make sure he wasn't awake, and quickly tiptoed back.
After closing the door to the room, I leaned against the door panel and didn't react for a long time.
He raised his hand and slapped his forehead, wanting to scold himself.
Things that took five years to consume seem to have suddenly returned recently.