After finally getting people out and the atmosphere is just right, you would be a fool to waste your time on unnecessary people.
Yan Han bypassed the topic and continued to hold Nui Wai in his arms, trying his best to take advantage.
"Give me a guarantee, when can you give it to me?"
Song Xiang huddled in his arms, her whole face buried in his nightgown, and whispered: "You said you wouldn't rush me..."
"I didn't rush you, I was afraid that you would be greedy for me too, so I didn't want to overwhelm you too."
Song Xiang clicked his tongue and bit his arm hard.
Forget it if he didn't mention it, when he mentioned it, she immediately remembered that she was downstairs just now, and her whole body was full of shameful reactions.
"Speak." He continued to press her.
Song Xiang pondered for a moment and grabbed his clothes with one hand, "When I deal with Yan Zhenzhen..."
"real?"
His eyes lit up and he couldn't help but lower his head and forcefully straightened Song Xiang's head.
The blush on Song Xiang's face never faded away, and she was forced to look at him and nodded slightly.
Yan Han felt ecstatic in his heart, and even had the idea for a moment that he would take action to deal with Yan Zhenzhen himself.
Song Xiang saw what he was thinking and immediately stopped him, "You don't need to come, I'll do it myself."
"Okay, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
Song Xiang: "..."
She moved her body and asked again: "Teach me how to draw later, and I will draw for you too."
"If you want to paint for me so much, you can do it without learning."
Song Xiang was surprised, "What should I do if the painting is ugly?"
"No need to draw."
"Um?"
Yan Han stood up and quickly unbuttoned his nightgown, revealing that the collar was wide open.
Song Xiang was stunned, "What are you doing?"
Yan Han held her hand and pointed to the area below his collarbone.
"How about writing your name here?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, and her heart moved slightly, "It will go away."
Yan Han: "Shall I get a tattoo?"
Song Xiang was amused and shook his head, "It's better not to do it. If you go out to swim and play ball, it would be bad if someone sees you."
When Yan Han heard this, he said seriously: "I'll get the tattoo tomorrow."
"ah?"
"It would be nice if someone saw it."
Song Xiang: "..."
She raised her head and couldn't help laughing, her shoulders trembling.
Yan Han was just teasing her. Seeing that she was happy, he couldn't help but kiss her again.
Turning off the bedside lamp, he put his chin on her shoulder and spoke softly.
Song Xiang leaned in his arms and whispered: "You have gone through so much trouble and you lied to me to sleep with you."
"I lied to you today? Didn't you do it voluntarily?"
Song Xiang's teeth were itching and he couldn't help but raise his foot and kick him.
Bastard, I asked you to say everything.
"Are you sleepy?"
"Um……"
"Go to sleep."
…
The two of them were fooling around and finally fell asleep around one o'clock.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Song Xiang got up, still resting on Yan Han's arm.
She remembered the news that someone had slept with his arm on his arm, and his arm had become necrotic and had to be amputated.
He quickly got up and with one movement, Yan Han woke up.
He moved his arms and looked at her with squinted eyes, "Are you awake?"
Song Xiang nodded and quickly grabbed the quilt to block himself.
By the end of last night, he had taken off her cheongsam.
He said it was uncomfortable to wear, and that the cheongsam wrinkled easily, and she tore it a lot, but she couldn't stop him.
Yan Han noticed her movements, raised his hand and pressed his temples, and the corners of his lips rose accordingly.
Song Xiang pushed him and said, "Have someone bring me some clothes!"
Yan Han closed his eyes and deliberately teased her, "So fierce."