Song Xiang was exposed to his thoughts and cleared his throat, "It seems to be jasmine?"
Yan Han nodded, "My nose is good."
Song Xiang pouted and looked at his expression, "Where did you get it?"
Yan Han liked to see her like this, he raised his chin slightly, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw her staring at him seriously, but he couldn't help but tell the truth.
"Outskirts, tea house."
Song Xiang laughed out loud and leaned over to smell it twice more.
"It smells so good."
Yan Han hugged her and said, "If you want to get close to me, just tell me."
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, his face was slightly hot, and he would have hit him if he hadn't seen injuries on his body.
Leaning in his arms, we all the way to the villa.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, with no intention of stopping at all.
After a hasty dinner, he took her upstairs.
Song Xiang knew him so well that he could see what he meant at the dinner table.
"What are you doing? You haven't taken a shower yet."
The room was pitch dark. He carried her to the window and opened the curtains, leaving only a thin layer of gauze covering them, letting in the faint moonlight.
He placed Song Xiang on a high chair, with the entire rose garden behind him.
Worried about someone, she stretched out her hand to push him, "What if..."
His eyes were filled with darkness, and he quickly pulled off his tie and tied her hands to the back of the chair.
"I asked someone to lock the garden."
Tsk, it was indeed premeditated.
"Let go, don't tie me up...ah..."
There was a numbness in her chest, and she raised her neck and bit her lip impatiently.
There is a floor-to-ceiling mirror next to her, which captures her arched posture, reflecting the dim light, making her even more beautiful.
The heavy rain hit the glass, as if someone was peeping outside the window. Even though there was a thin veil blocking it, it still maximized the feeling of shame.
Song Xiang closed her eyes and felt him slowly squatting down, forcing her to change her posture.
"Um……"
Being stimulated, she inserted both hands into his hair.
When I turned my head and saw each other in the mirror, I felt a little angry in shame. I was really manipulated by him.
Rainy days really make people feel irritable. At the same time, they bring out a lot of emotions that usually don't show up. They are not human, but they show their true form and can pretend to be human, and they can no longer be human.
…
It was a ridiculous night. I had no idea how I took a bath or when I went to bed.
When I woke up in the morning, Yan Han was standing beside the bed, looking happy.
Song Xiang didn't want to move a finger. She unconsciously recalled last night in her mind. Some inappropriate scenes flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but crawl under the quilt.
Yan Han picked her up with the quilt and dressed her with his own hands.
Taking advantage of her lack of strength, her hands were not very honest.
When I looked up, I saw that it was still early, so I took off my clothes again.
Song Xiang was forced to grit his teeth and scold him, but he couldn't escape.
"Asshole, you're going to be late again."
Yan Han leaned against the crook of her neck and said vaguely: "I saw a case in college."
"……Um?"
"There was a man who hid his stolen lover in a cellar for eleven years."
Song Xiang was confused and didn't understand why he suddenly said this.
Yan Han suddenly stopped, held her neck, and kissed her forcefully.
He said: "I want to hide you too."
Song Xiang opened her wet eyes, looked into his deep and dark ones, and noticed the crazy possessiveness in them. She reluctantly opened her hoarse voice and said, "...Okay."
I am willing to be hidden by you.
Yan Han's heart trembled, and the suppressed emotions were instantly released. He raised his hand to cover Song Xiang's eyes, letting the originally silent storm begin to rage again without mercy.