When the car arrived at the villa, they got off the car together, walked through the garden, passed the small white building, and finally arrived at the main house.
At dinner time, we arrived at the restaurant and saw a table full of dishes.
Song Xiang sat down and thought, finally there are no messy problems anymore, they just need to face each other.
Looking up, he found that Yan Han was frowning and lost in thought.
She dragged the chair to his side, "Stern Han?"
The man came back to his senses and looked calm.
Song Xiang leaned over, put his hands behind his back, and suddenly leaned over, "What are you thinking about?"
Yan Han turned his face sideways, regained his composure, and quickly kissed her on the lips.
Song Xiang blinked.
"I'm thinking about how to enter your room later."
Song Xiang snorted, sat down next to him, and shook his finger, "Don't think about it. I even brought the door support when I came back. To prevent wolves and theft, you have no chance to take advantage of it."
Yan Han held his chin with one hand and looked at her quietly, his eyes heavy.
Song Xiang raised her hand to block his eyes, "Sexy looks won't work."
Yan Han closed his eyes, straightened up slightly, and placed his lips on her palm, gently sweeping her like a feather.
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, glared at him, and quickly took his hand back.
Yan Han smiled uncontrollably at her.
"Eat!" Song Xiang ordered.
"ah--"
"what?"
"Don't feed me?"
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, picked up a large piece of okra that he didn't like to eat, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Yan Han opened his mouth, his face twisted, and he couldn't vomit or swallow.
Song Xiang snickered, eating his own food and ignoring him.
The old housekeeper passed by and whispered, "Everything really comes down..."
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after dinner
Song Xiang returned to the room early, and Yan Han went to the study to work.
When it was time to rest, Song Xiang carefully placed a row of door supports at the door. Even if there was a key outside, it couldn't be opened.
Lying on the bed, the room was dark, and when I stretched out my hand, there was nothing around me, and there was no more severe cold.
She couldn't help but clicked her tongue, thinking about Yan Han's temperament, she would most likely come to open the door.
It's a pity that she has too many door supports, so it's definitely impossible to get in from the outside.
I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so I couldn't help but get up, glanced at the direction of the door, hesitated, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed barefoot.
Pull out two door supports forcefully, and there are three more.
She cleared her throat and whispered: "He shouldn't be able to come in..."
When I returned to bed, the room became quiet again.
There was no movement at all outside, it seemed like everything had really disappeared.
He's already asleep?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but kick the quilt.
I sat up and couldn't fall asleep at all.
I got up, got out of bed, took away all the door supports, thought about it, and put another one back.
I went back to bed, breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
He turned around and glanced in the direction of the door.
Damn it, she couldn't sleep, but he could actually fall asleep.
squeak--
There was a slight sound from the window behind me.
Song Xiang's eyelids drooped and he didn't take it seriously, still staring in the direction of the door.
Suddenly, there was a clear sound of landing.
She was startled and turned around subconsciously.
"Uh-"
A dark shadow leaned over and covered her mouth again.
Their eyes met, and the man's eyes were full of smiles.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" he asked.
Song Xiang was angry, pushed his hand away and sat upright, "Who allowed you to come in?"
He actually climbed into the window, where did he learn this?
Yan Han was wearing pajamas and moved closer naturally.