Song Xiang felt that a certain dog was in danger now, so she wisely climbed onto the bed and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.
"I'm sleepy."
Yan Han snorted and stayed beside her bed, wiping his hair slowly.
Song Xiang's whole body was buried in the quilt, with only a pair of eyes exposed.
Yan Han raised his hand to wipe his hair. The sleeves of the bathrobe were large and easy to slide down, so his forearms and wrists were exposed. Looking up, you could see his white and delicate fingers.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and blinked unnaturally.
"The ground is really cold." Yan Han sighed.
Song Xiang pouted, "Then you go and sleep on the sofa."
“The sofa is uncomfortable.”
Song Xiang: "..."
I knew he had bad intentions, and he kept writing for a long time, just wanting to sleep on the bed.
While he wasn't paying attention, she quietly stretched out her foot, thinking of kicking him down.
However, as soon as her feet came out of the quilt, Yan Han quickly held her down with quick eyes and hands.
"What do you want to do?"
Song Xiang: "My feet are hot."
Yan Han: "Ha!"
He turned his head and saw the delicate feet under his palms through the hair hanging down from his forehead.
Probably out of nervousness, her toes were curled up.
The evil intention came over, and he immediately started to do it, gently scratching the soles of her feet.
Song Xiang screamed and tried to pull her foot back, but he held her ankle down.
The itching on the soles of the feet is different from other places. It's hairy and seems to spread all over the body along the veins.
Song Xiang couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't help but put his hand out of the quilt and tried hard to reach Yan Han, "You... let go..."
She didn't let go despite the severe cold, so he held down her calf, and rudely touched her hand under the quilt, poking at her itchy flesh.
Song Xiang smiled with messy hair and a stomachache.
Unable to bear it anymore, she suddenly stretched out her other foot and kicked it out unceremoniously.
thumping!
Yan Han was unprepared, his body was completely moved and kicked out, and he sat down on the ground.
Fortunately, Song Xiang laid a quilt for him, otherwise he would have injured his tailbone.
On the bed, Song Xiang regained his breath and quickly curled up into the quilt.
Yan Yanhan gritted his teeth, "Song, Xiang!"
"You committed the foul first!"
Yan Han: "..."
He took a deep breath and looked at the woman on the bed.
She huddled under the quilt, with only the black hair on her head exposed.
Tsk——
Sooner or later, she will be tidied up and docile.
He lay down with a face drawn, not even wanting to cover himself with the quilt.
With his hands behind his head, he could barely see the mess on the bed.
"You want to suffocate in there?"
Song Xiang heard a sound under the quilt and after making sure that he was calm, she poked her head out little by little.
"I'm really sleepy," she said.
Yan Han hummed softly, "I told you not to sleep."
If you hadn't laid it out neatly, both of us would have fallen asleep long ago.
Song Xiang couldn't hear his thoughts and curled his lips in the darkness.
She twisted her body, kicked the quilt, and smoothed all four corners.
Yan Han was lying under her, and he could feel the faint scent of roses on the quilt. He turned his face slightly to the side, and just caught the gap between her kicking the quilt.
The quilt lifted into the air, and the white patch of her waist was exposed.
Tsk——
It's really sad.
He regretted sleeping in the same room with her. The little sweetness stimulated his taste buds and made all the cells in his body start to get excited.
This is not sleeping at all, it is simply self-torture.
With this thought in mind, I simply turned my back.
Song Xiang heard the noise in bed and was surprised that it had stopped so quickly. She thought he was going to be a monster for a while longer.