She was pushed on the sofa by him, with his arms on the left and right sides, making it impossible to move forward or retreat.
The man leaned over, stared at her with burning eyes, and asked, "What's going on with that thing outside?"
Song Xiang thought he was talking about Yan Zhenzhen, but after thinking for a moment, he realized that he was talking about Ning Yiqun.
"Why, didn't I tell you?"
"You didn't tell me that he usually looks at you like that!"
Song Xiang: "..."
"That kind of look is friendly, but not..."
"Do you think I'm blind?" Yan Han raised his hand and flicked her cheek with his finger.
Song Xiang felt pain and puffed up his cheeks, "Don't be unreasonable, I didn't even say a few words to him."
Yan Han was depressed. He had heard her talk about the detailed process, but he never expected that someone so similar to Gong Shiheng could be found in the world.
Song Xiang looked at his expression and raised her hands to wrap around his neck. She tutted, "Are you jealous?"
Yan Han snorted softly, "No?"
Song Xiang laughed playfully and glanced out through the gap, "Even you are jealous, which shows that this person is really extraordinary. No wonder Yan Zhenzhen refused to let go when she first saw him."
She thought for a while and then said: "But speaking of it, the original is better. Master Gong's temperament is much more stable than his. If I were Yan Zhenzhen, I might have to fight to the death..."
Before she could finish her words, her cheek was pinched by Yan Han.
"pain……"
"Gong Shihenghao, why don't you like him?" Yan Han was really angry. He was already unhappy looking at the person outside the door, but she even praised the 2.0 version to the point of death.
Song Xiang pursed his lips and rubbed his cheeks.
She thought to herself that when she met Gong Shiheng, she had already been kidnapped by the guy in front of her, so how could she dare to have other unreasonable thoughts.
"He is good, but not as good as you." Forget it, just coax him.
Yan Han turned his face away and still snorted.
Song Xiang tilted his head and pulled his hair behind his back, "You are the best. No one in the world is as good as you."
Yan Han moved his head, "Where's the Lulu dog?"
Song Xiang laughed and didn't dare to say anything. She felt in her heart that he was a bitch with the same temper.
"Tell me in detail, where can I go?" He raised his chin towards her.
Song Xiang cleared her throat and bravely praised him, "You have good looks, a good family background, good character, and a good brain..."
Yan Han: "I have a bad personality?"
Song Xiang raised her eyes and glanced at him, "I praised you objectively. You can't lie."
She has not forgotten that she suffered a lot in those years just because of his bad temper.
"You...um..."
The remaining half of the compliment was left unsaid and was already kissed by him.
Behind you is the sofa, and in front of you is him. There is nowhere to hide, you can only look up and accept his love.
The struggle in the past few days was not only painful for her, but also for him.
His breath was taken away, and he could only rely on the oxygen he had spent to survive.
He pressed her lips against hers, sucking them all the way until they were hot, then he reluctantly reduced his strength, pinched her cheeks with one hand, and forced her to open her mouth. The tip of his tongue was lightly tapped, making her shoulders shrink in fear.
Song Xiang was unable to think, so she could only hold his shirt carefully.
I don't know how long it took before he gently let go of her, his thin lips still pressed against the corner of her mouth.
"Did you praise me less?" he suddenly asked.
Song Xiang was at a loss.
Yan Han: "My kissing skills are also good."
Song Xiang: "..."
She glared at him fiercely, but without any force, and her eyes were full of charm.