Song Xiang turned around and saw something on her back from the small mirror in Yan Han's hand.
It is an abstract painting, with only a rough outline.
"Wolf?"
Yan Han nodded and let go of his hand so that she could lie on the bedside.
He leaned over and put one hand on her side, "I match you very well."
It's about the size of a child's hand, just below the shoulder blade.
The material of the pigment is special. Although it is black, its color changes with the intensity of light.
Song Xiang put down the mirror and said, "It's okay, not ugly."
Yan Han laughed out loud, leaned over and placed a kiss on her back.
Song Xiang closed his eyes, "What time is it?"
Yan Han raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall, "Twelve o'clock."
Song Xiang half-propped himself up, feeling too lazy to pull up the cheongsam on his back.
Yan Han held her hand down, "Don't move, we haven't done it yet."
Song Xiang curled her lips and didn't believe his nonsense. She had done it secretly just now.
Yan Han was indeed telling lies. He simply wanted to see her leaning against the bed with her clothes half off, and the light falling on her back, which looked particularly beautiful.
She squinted her eyes to calm down, and he packed up his things and prepared to take a bath.
Song Xiang felt a little sleepy. Listening to his movements, he picked up the mirror and looked at his back from time to time.
Suddenly, something came to mind.
She put down the mirror and thought about it carefully.
When Yan Han came back, he found her frowning, as if she was thinking about something.
He held her in his arms and leaned close to her neck, "What are you thinking about?"
Song Xiang struggled to adjust her clothes while avoiding his pecks.
"I wonder if someone would be stupid enough to walk the same trap twice."
Yan Han was shocked, thinking that she was hinting at their relationship, and couldn't help but frown.
Song Xiang couldn't hear his reply, and his voice became more and more subtle, "I have to deal with her as soon as possible..."
Yan Han was stunned for a moment, then realized that she was talking about Yan Zhenzhen.
I couldn't help but hug her tightly and be silent for a moment.
"What do you want to do with her?"
Song Xiang was silent, turned around, leaned close to his ear, and whispered a few words.
After saying that, Yan Han couldn't help but sigh slightly and looked at the person in his arms carefully.
"Sure enough...women have the most poisonous hearts."
Song Xiang's face felt a little unnatural, and she bit her lip, "You also think it's too poisonous?"
Yan Han laughed out loud, leaned over and kissed her, "Poison is good, poison is cute."
Song Xiang was surprised, "She is your...little aunt."
Yan Han's eyes were slightly cold, and he turned his gaze to the dim light on the head of the bed.
"Is she worthy?"
When he was six or seven years old, it was the time when Yan Zhicheng and An Xuyue's marriage changed, and he was often sent to his grandfather's house at that time. Yan Zhenting had just given birth to a daughter, and he doted on Yan Zhenzhen very much, and did not pay much attention to his grandson.
.Five-year-old Yan Zhenzhen is more scheming than other children of the same age, and with Yao Yiyi fanning the flames behind his back, he has suffered a lot at the hands of their mother and daughter.
"Just do whatever you want to do. If something happens, I will support you."
Song Xiang leaned into his arms, "Is there anyone in the entire imperial capital who can avoid your grandfather's power and create a person out of thin air?"
Yan Han narrowed his eyes, "The old man's power is at its peak in the imperial capital, but the roads are very clean. If you want to avoid them, you have to take a detour."
Song Xiang thought for a moment and his eyes lit up, "Lan Jingyu!"
Yan Han originally just reminded her, but he didn't expect her to react so quickly.
"He's not the only one."
Song Xiang didn't care, "I only know him as someone who has a dirty path."