Song Xiang originally wanted to question Yan Han Suo, but he took his long legs and sat down at the table not far from her.
The white bathrobe didn't cover everything that should be covered, and it was divided all the way down to the knees.
The chest is wide open, reaching to the waist.
He held the water glass with one hand and drank from it.
The water on the hair has not been wiped dry and is falling drop by drop.
"Where's the hair dryer?" Yan Han glanced sideways at her.
Song Xiang raised his hand blankly, "On the shelf."
"Bring it here."
"oh……"
She listened to him inexplicably, then trotted to get the hair dryer and put it in his hand.
Before he could leave, he leaned on the chair and looked up at her.
Song Xiang thought something was wrong with him and subconsciously stopped.
Yan Han: "I'm tired and don't want to move. Please help me blow it."
Song Xiang:???
Am I your nanny?
The nanny isn't responsible for blow-drying the giant baby's hair, right?
Don’t blow!
She grunted and prepared to leave.
Yan Han turned sideways and took her hand again, "I just helped you get your clothes."
"Thanks."
"Thank you, no need." He closed his eyes and instructed her, "Blow your hair, half dry."
Song Xiang was stunned, why is this person so shameless?
She wanted to throw away her hands and leave, but when she turned around, she saw that he had his eyes closed, and the faint dark green under his eyes was particularly clear under the light.
He curled his lips, thought for a while and took the hair dryer.
She didn't touch his hair very much, she just held the air outlet to blow it.
Yan Han raised his head, breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and grabbed her hand to touch his hair.
"Be serious."
There are so many things.
Song Xiang took advantage of him not being able to see him and made a very disgusted expression.
Her fingers were inserted into his hair, which was wet but soft.
If good hair grows on a dog's head, it can only be called dog hair.
pity.
She sighed and looked at his hairline again. It didn't even extend back. He was obviously older than her.
It's really unfair that God actually favors him when it comes to hair.
Annoying.
Turn on the strong wind and blow him hard.
The man frowned, but didn't say anything further.
After finally blowing it, he still closed his eyes and did not move.
Song Xiang put away the hair dryer and went to the guest room to hug the quilt.
At first she thought the sofa was too big and looked a bit uncoordinated. But when she went to bed at night, she began to feel that the sofa was perfect.
There is still room to turn over when you lie on it, which is not much smaller than a bed.
Not far away, Yan Han closed his eyes for a moment, opened his eyes, and found Song Xiang having fun on the sofa.
He raised the corners of his lips and stood up.
Seeing that he was going back to his room, Song Xiang reminded him to turn off the lights and close the door.
However, the lock in the bedroom has been removed, and there is no use closing the door. The door will automatically move away. It looks quite penetrating at night.
Yan Han didn't even close the door, he walked in and lay down.
"Unlike some people, I have a lot of ideas." Before going to bed, he would mock Song Xiang a few words.
Song Xiang rolled his eyes at the dark night.
The room was quiet. Although one of them was in the bedroom and the other was in the living room, their line of sight was straight in between. As long as they raised their bodies, they could see each other accurately.
Song Xiang didn't dare to move and turned around, facing away from Yan Han.
Close your eyes and prepare for sleep.
Just when my mind relaxed, a picture popped up.
Yan Han came out of the room with his collar wide open.
Song Xiang frowned and tightened his grip on the quilt.
Another picture came out, again a detailed picture.
The man tilted his neck and swallowed water down his throat, causing his Adam's apple to move up and down.
She didn't remember that she looked at it so carefully. Now that she lay down, everything turned into a slow-motion picture.