The man bit her lips lightly, his breath slightly confused, "What are you thinking about? I just want to kiss you."
Song Xiang rolled her eyes, probably turning away and not letting him kiss her.
There was a soft tut in the ear, and his head was fixed again, and he kissed her thoroughly.
Her hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck and stopped moving.
There are traces of water on the lips, reflecting the crystal color through the moonlight.
Yan Han stopped and spoke against the corner of her mouth, "If I had gone home earlier, I wouldn't need the card program now."
Song Xiang: "..."
He hit him with one hand and said, "Get up quickly."
Yan Han chuckled lightly, half-propped his body lazily, and was about to raise his head when a pain hit the back of his head and he couldn't help but let out a hiss.
Song Xiang was confused, "What's wrong?"
"The hair was caught."
Song Xiang remembered that she was wearing a bracelet on her hand, and when she was wrapping her arms around his neck, she grabbed his hair twice. The chain must have caught his hair.
"Don't move."
She raised her body, leaned against Yan Han, pressed her chin on his shoulder, and glanced at the back of his head.
The light is too dim to see clearly, so I can only feel it by touching with my fingers.
"There should be two or three hairs."
"Tear off the chain." Yan Han said.
Song Xiang pouted, "How can that be done?"
This bracelet was made by himself, what if it breaks?
"Don't move, I'll pull two of your hair."
Yan Han was shocked, "Am I more important or is the bracelet more important?"
"Of course you are important." Song Xiang did not hesitate and added: "But now we are comparing your hair with my bracelet. In comparison, the bracelet must be more important. You have so much hair."
Yan Han: "..."
"You dare to pull...hiss..."
"Song Xiang!"
Song Xiang took advantage of him and took action very quickly without hesitation.
"Look, there are only two hairs."
She was still very proud!
Yan Han covered the back of his head and glared at her, now even a broken bracelet was more important than him.
Just as he was about to teach her a lesson, there was sudden movement outside.
Song Xiang stopped arranging the bracelet and subconsciously shrank into Yan Han's arms, "Is there a thief?"
"Impossible." Yan Han hugged her and sat up, "Get your things."
Song Xiang thought about it, quickly took out the things from under the pillow, and carried them carefully behind her back.
Yan Han walked in front and walked down quietly.
Halfway up the stairs, you could just see the entire living room. The front door was opened, but no one was seen.
Anyone who came in through the front door was definitely not a thief.
The two of them looked at each other in the darkness and thought of a possibility at the same time.
Sure enough, when I walked to the bedroom door, I happened to see a familiar figure from behind.
Lu Zechen.
"If you don't stay in the hospital at night, what are you doing out here?" Yan Han asked.
In the bedroom, Lu Zechen squatted beside the bed, just turned sideways and glanced in their direction, then stopped moving, lowered his head and rummaged for something in the bedside table.
Song Xiang thought he was looking for a postcard and couldn't help but shrink back.
Lu Zechen ignored them and quickly found what he was looking for. It seemed to be a piece of paper. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly.
He seemed to want to see clearly whether there were lights around him, so he could only take out his mobile phone.
After looking through it, I found that I didn't bring it at all.
Song Xiang was speechless, pushed Yan Han, and they walked in together.
Yan Han took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight to illuminate Lu Zechen.