Yan Li Han promised that he really didn't move and was even careful in breathing, for fear that Song Xiang would regret it.
But God definitely couldn't get along with him. At the critical moment, Song Xiang suddenly stopped, shook his head and fell heavily into his arms.
At the critical moment, it really cost him half his life.
But the person fell in his arms. He raised his hand to touch her hot cheeks, and he felt really distressed. He couldn't wake her up for that matter.
There is no way, I can only serve in a cold shower.
He rushed out in a cold manner. The person on the bed was already asleep, half of his face was buried in the quilt, and his mouth was slightly opened and he exhaled.
He walked over, sighed, and reached out to pinch her face.
"Little liar."
Song Xiang moaned twice, rubbed his face against the quilt, a little impatient, turned around and fell asleep again.
Yan Lihan had no choice but to turn around and look at the preparations in the corridor, feeling a little regretful.
Forget it, let's talk about it when she wakes up.
He simply wiped his hair dry, lifted the quilt, and carried her into his arms.
She was covered in alcohol, but he didn't dislike her at all. He hugged her in his arms and even pinched her mouth apart, and then watched her exhale, he found it very interesting.
After having enough fun, I hugged her and went to bed.
He hasn't slept much these two days. As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt uncomfortable all over. When he called her, there was always fatigue in her tone, and he couldn't bear to say more to her.
It was only then that I was finally relieved when I was really hugging her.
Close your eyes and you will easily feel sleepy.
...
midnight
Song Xiang woke up completely from thirst, sweating all over, opened her eyes in a daze, and was dizzy.
The small light at the head of the bed was on. I looked at it with my eyes open for a long time, but I still thought I was dreaming.
After reacting for a while, I remembered a little bit of fragments.
It was him who came.
He leaned in his arms and calmed down. He couldn't bear the smell on his body, so he quietly retreated.
He tiptoed to pack up his clothes and turned into the bathroom.
After soaking in warm water for half an hour, my mind was slightly clear.
I remember it roughly, but I really forgot the specific details.
I barely came out of the bathtub, and as soon as I went out of the bathroom door, I woke up even when I found Yan Lihan.
He leaned against the head of the bed, waiting for her with his arms around his chest.
Song Xiang felt a little embarrassed, "Have you had dinner?"
It's all bright in the early morning, and it's a bit stupid to ask this question.
Yan Li Han raised his eyebrows and sighed seriously.
"I prepared a candlelight dinner. I was going to share it with others, but who knew the person I was looking for was a drunk." He shook his head and sighed: "It's really delaying things."
Song Xiang sobered up, his stomach was empty. He heard him say that the candlelight supper was lit.
"Did you order something?"
Stern Han gritted his teeth, a woman with no conscience only cared about what she had to eat.
He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and pulled her to sit in front of the dressing table.
“Blow your hair.”
Song Xiang pursed her lips and smiled, took off the towel and slowly wiped the water.
Yan Lihan thought she was slow and took the hair dryer and waited behind her.
"Why didn't I see what you prepared?"
During the gap between blowing her hair, she couldn't help but look around.
Yan Lihan stood behind her, fiddling with her hair, "Sit down."
Song Xiang curled his lips and sat upright.
He blew her hair and then combed her hair. She remembered her last experience on the cruise ship and hurriedly hugged her head and hid it away.
"I won't bother you, I'll do it myself."
Severe Han: "…"
whispering sound--
He leaned against the dressing table, watched her comb her hair, and wanted to direct, "Comb to the left, don't have bangs..."
Song Xiang ignored him and turned around to comb his own.