The most harmonious and seamless period of time between the sexes is only afterwards.
At this time, Song Xiang would also feel that her behavior of hiding people just now was wrong, and she should tell Yan Han directly. Even if he was angry, she could explain it well.
If you hide someone, your behavior will change.
"I have something to tell you."
Yan Han had been busy for days and was satisfied just now. Now he was feeling a little tired holding her.
Hearing the sound, he responded lazily.
"you say."
Song Xiang got up a little, opened his mouth, and wanted to say what he just said.
His eyes fell on the bag on the bedside, and he immediately thought of another thing.
It's not a problem if he keeps hiding it all the time. It's better to ask him directly.
Ask him first, and if he answers, she will confess to him what happened just now.
Turning over, he knelt down beside the bed and poured out everything in the bag.
There was no light on in the room, only a bedside lamp. Under the weak light, the crystal hairpin exuded a glowing light.
Yan Han heard the movement and turned his head casually.
He was so stunned for a moment that he didn't even see the hairpin clearly.
Song Xiang stared at his reaction and picked up the things a little nervously.
"this……"
Yan Han opened her eyes and focused on the thing in her palm.
In an instant, the sleepiness in his eyes disappeared, and the expression on his face solidified for a second.
Song Xiang was a little unsure and clutched the quilt tightly, "I found it in your study. This is a special item for sale during the Chinese Valentine's Day."
There is not much to say about what follows.
Yan Han's eyes flashed unnaturally, and he quickly snatched the things over.
"Not mine."
"Whose is it if it's not yours?" Song Xiang didn't believe it.
"Left by An Xuyue."
Song Xiang puffed up his cheeks and plucked the thing out of his hand.
"You are talking nonsense. This is a new model from a few years ago. You were not willing to see her before, how could you get her things?!"
Yan Han: "..."
He subconsciously sat up straight and wanted to get the things back.
Song Xiang stared at him and felt the redness behind his ears.
Who exactly it was sent to, I can't say.
"I'm just asking. I don't mean to dig into your past. If you tell me, I won't ask again."
He said this, but he felt uncomfortable in his heart.
I always thought that he had never liked anyone, but now it seems that he also has an unspeakable woman.
The existence of Bai Yueguang is the most annoying.
"There is no past, it's just a gadget I bought casually. If you like it..."
"You just don't want to tell me!"
Damn it, she wanted to confess to him just now, but he was so perfunctory with her.
I was so angry that my head hurt, so I stood up on the bed holding the quilt.
The quilt was not big, so when she stood up, half of Shun Han's body was exposed.
"you!"
Yan Han quickly stood up and wanted to pull her over.
Song Xiang closed her eyes, hugged the quilt and jumped off the bed.
Yan Han sat on the bed and switched to neutral.
"where did you go?"
Song Xiang: "It's none of your business."
Yan Han: "..."
He grabbed the blanket next to him and hurried to pull someone in. Unexpectedly, Song Xiang moved faster and ran out wrapped in a quilt.
Fortunately, everyone in the main house was cleared.
The tattered blanket couldn't wrap him up, so he opened the closet, flipped through a bathrobe and chased after him.
Song Xiang happened to run to the door of the guest room, turned to look at him, and walked in without hesitation.
Bang.
Yan Han stood barefoot at the door, pacing back and forth, "Xiang Xiang..."