"You didn't do what Lu Zechen did, what are you afraid of?"
"You don't trust me, why am I not afraid?"
Song Xiang bit her lip, turned her face sideways, and touched his forehead, "I apologize. I should have told you about the sleeping pills before."
"What happens next?"
"I will never hide anything from you again."
He chuckled softly, his eyes fell on her lips, he was silent for a moment, then he came closer and kissed her carefully.
The temperature in the room was quite low. Song Xiang was held in his arms and his neck was raised to bear the pain. A thin layer of sweat soon broke out on his back.
This position was not comfortable. He realized how she felt, so he held the back of her head and let her lie down.
Song Xiang vaguely felt that this kiss was not simple, so she wrapped her arms around his neck, not resisting, but asking for everything.
She couldn't resist Shun Han's vulnerability, so she thought of comforting him.
Suddenly, the buttons on the collar were unbuttoned.
She opened her eyes and met his eyes.
A deep place, like a cold pool, but dark and scary.
"You...what do you do?"
This was a silly question, and she knew it. This look was the one she was most familiar with.
"Xiangxiang..."
The hoarse voice was too weak to be offensive, and he didn't push her, but it went even further than he did.
Song Xiang bit her lip and glared at him, "You and Lu Zechen are too plastic. He is suffering in the hospital, and you..."
Yan Han held her hand, put it to his lips and kissed her gently, "He's not dead, why should I care about him?"
Song Xiang: "..."
"Yan Zhenzhen can take care of it anytime. You take care of me first, okay?" He pressed her lips against hers, grinding them carefully.
It's really a soft knife, and it can kill people.
Song Xiang was struggling wildly in her mind. She had experienced too many things today. From other people's affairs, she could see some truth.
Only then did she realize that he, like her, had no idea about their relationship.
If you leave yourself to him, it might make him feel more at ease.
She closed her eyes and put her hands between them.
"Go...go take a shower."
Yan Han was stunned, his dark eyes shimmering, "Really?"
A blush appeared on Song Xiang's face, "If you keep nagging me, I will regret it."
Yan Han stood up immediately and pulled her up too, "Together."
"no!"
She rolled her eyes at him and as soon as she nodded, he wanted to pull her into something exciting.
Yan Han really didn't think so much, he just thought it would be faster to wash together.
After being rejected, he quickly came up with a plan in his mind, got up from the bed with her in his arms, kicked open the door, and walked to the next door.
Putting her down, he took a step back.
"You wash it yourself, I'll go back to my room and wash it."
Song Xiang: "..."
Are you so anxious?
Yan Han kissed her forehead, turned around and left, not forgetting to urge her.
Song Xiang's face turned red and she felt her movements were numb. This was the first time she was urged to take a shower and rush to do that kind of thing.
Asshole, annoying.
She carried her clothes into the bathroom. She was so nervous that she couldn't even adjust the hot and cold water. Her brain was really not working.
I had been nervous about Gu Lian all day, and it was crazy to encounter something like this at night.
Gu Lian is crazy, and so is she.
I took a quick shower and as soon as I rinsed my hair, there was movement outside. It was the return of Yan Han.
Did he wash it so quickly?
Sure enough, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
He's so anxious that he can forget it!
Her hands trembled in embarrassment, and she stopped the water first. She didn't even have time to wipe the water, and the door was opened with a brush.