The man sat in the middle of the sofa, his head hanging down, his hands on his knees, motionless, like a statue.
Song Xiang didn't come close, but he could feel the restraint all over him.
"come over……"
Song Xiang stopped, a little worried, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped forward.
Moving in front of Yan Han, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her waist with both hands, and pressed his forehead against her lower abdomen.
Hot.
Song Xiang froze for a moment and immediately thought of something.
"Did you...eat something dirty?"
"Um……"
An extremely restrained voice climbed up from deep in his throat.
His palms pressed against her waist, easily transmitting frightening warmth.
Song Xiang opened his mouth: "Yan Song is downstairs, I asked him to call the doctor..."
"Don't go!" The man used force on his hands.
Song Xiang bit her lip and wanted to retreat, "Shen Han, let go first."
"You have no conscience. I have saved you so many times, and you actually want to abandon me."
He raised his hand, and his eyes were frighteningly bright in the darkness, covered with bloodshot eyes, entangled with Gu Zhanwang who was struggling behind him.
Song Xiang had a headache, "That's different!"
"Don't think about it." Yan Yanhan growled, his eyes changed, "I can't let you go."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, "I can't possibly let you..."
She never said the last two words.
Yan Han stared at her, his eyes gradually softening from frightening, and his tone changed.
"I won't touch you." He closed his eyes, and then said, "Come and touch me, okay?"
Song Xiang took a breath and immediately understood what he meant.
"I……"
"You can." He held her waist, rubbed his forehead against her belly, and whispered softly, "I taught you..."
"I……"
"If you don't remember it well, I can teach you again."
Song Xiang was speechless, his arms hanging mechanically, and he even forgot to push him away.
Yan Yanhan was obviously trying his best to endure it, but he was still able to suddenly pick her up when she was distracted.
Song Xiang was startled and quickly grabbed his collar.
The door was locked, and he was the only one in sight.
Can't run away.
She closed her eyes and compromised with a trembling voice, "Go to the bathroom and I'll put some water on you."
Yan Han paused slightly, lowered his head slightly, and kissed her forehead.
The falling breath was so hot that she was too frightened to move.
He was carried into the bathroom and placed her on the sink.
The cold water opened, and Yan Han went in by himself.
Song Xiang stood not far away, his feet were cold, but his face was hot.
"come over."
Song Xiang clenched her fists, stepped on the water stains on the ground, and reached the edge of the bathtub.
There was water everywhere, and his wet hand reached out to hold her hand.
The bathroom was dark, with only the faint light from outside coming in.
Song Xiang stood and watched him sink into the water, with only a flushed face raised above the water.
The shirt is open, revealing a large amount of color underneath.
The thin lips were slightly opened, making an unspeakable sound.
There have been countless men who were intimate with her, men who were arrogant, men who abandoned her.
Now that I am so close, I beg her to be bold.
Bang!
There was a sound of slamming on the door from outside, and Nian Anxi's shout was mixed with Yan Song's voice.
Song Xiang was pulled out of his thoughts a little.
Yan Han opened his eyes, took her hand, put it on his lips and kissed her gently.
"Don't think about them, think about me."
boom--
Song Xiang's defense line collapsed and his eyes moved downward.
Her hand was held by the man and she was at his mercy.