She stood with one hand in the bathtub filled with cold water, pressed against his body, biting her lip and speechless, hearing his unbearable gasping, depressing and hoarse, coming from deep in her throat.
The earlobe was gently held by him, and a muffled sound passed into her ears.
"Song Xiang, hurry up..."
boom--
My head felt hot and I suddenly opened my eyes.
The screen stops.
Song Xiang stared at the back of the sofa, breathing heavily.
She thought she didn't remember the incident in the hotel clearly. She fell asleep in a hurry last night and didn't dream of anything weird.
Yan Han dangled before her eyes tonight, and she could actually remember all the details in the bathroom.
What's going on?
He swallowed and turned over slightly.
It was very quiet in the direction of the bedroom, as if he was asleep.
She cursed in her mind and forced herself to close her eyes, but the next second she could think of indescribable images.
In the hotel, tonight, and even...longer ago.
The valve of memory seemed to have been opened, pouring out like a flood, rushing into her peaceful heart very forcefully.
It's over.
This should be called...
Greedy for his body?
Despicable!
I kicked the sofa hard under the quilt, feeling angry and annoyed, and the temperature on my face could not be lowered.
He buried his whole face in the quilt and pouted in frustration.
Shit!
If you can't find a solution, you can only scold Yan Han.
What's worse is that I still can't sleep.
ah--
Crazy inside.
…
I stared in the direction of Shun Han for most of the night, and didn't fall asleep until it got dark in the morning.
I thought I would only be able to sleep for more than an hour, but it wasn't until eight o'clock that there was a knock on the door.
The sound was so urgent that Song Xiang woke up quickly.
She sat up straight and looked at the wall. It was already half past eight.
Take a breath and quickly open the door.
Outside the door, Yan Song stood.
"Miss Song, where is the young master?"
Song Xiang was still in a daze. When he heard this, he ran to the bedroom and found Yan Han sitting on the bedside with a depressed look on his face.
Is he asleep too?
Their eyes met, silent.
Yan Han opened the quilt angrily, and Song Xiang subconsciously avoided looking.
When I glanced out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he was wearing pajamas again.
She breathed a sigh of relief and went into the bathroom to wash up.
The bathroom is not big, especially when the two of them are standing side by side, it seems very small.
Song Xiang was very sensible. He took his own toiletries and ran to the kitchen to wash up.
Yan Han pulled a face, rubbed the top of his head and the hair stood on end, and turned on the faucet and turned on the water in a very depressed manner.
Song Xiang didn't know what happened last night, he tossed and turned and didn't sleep.
He kept staring at her, the more he stared at her, the more energetic he became, and he stayed awake for half the night.
Finally in the morning, she fell asleep, but she actually dared to kick the quilt.
He lay on the bed and hesitated for a long time, and finally went down to pick it up for her.
It's better now. I didn't sleep well and missed the morning meeting.
Outside
Song Xiang quickly washed up and then went back to the bedroom to get clothes.
As soon as the cabinet was opened, Yan Han's suits were everywhere, and her clothes were stuffed into no corners.
I was already late, and I had to squat down to find clothes.
He scolded Yan Han for the umpteenth time.
In the bathroom behind him, Yan Han sneezed heavily!
Song Xiang: "..."
Tsk——
Really effective.
She pouted, pulled open Yan Han's suit, and frantically looked for her own clothes.
Yan Han came out of the bathroom and saw his haute couture suits all over the bed, piled up in a mess.