"I was afraid that you couldn't sleep, so I came to stay with you."
"Bah! I slept well without you."
Yan Han raised his eyebrows and glanced at the door of the room, "Just leave one?"
Song Xiang: "..."
"One is enough!" He said harshly.
Yan Han put his hands on both sides of her, and through the light, looked at her slightly red face and her glaring eyes, making a deliberately fierce look.
"Okay, you can't sleep without me." He took a step back.
Song Xiang suppressed the corners of her mouth that were about to rise, and turned away, "That...that won't work either. You can't go against the doctor's orders. Stay away from me."
"Your thoughts are so impure. When I come to find you, why can't I just sleep?"
He leaned closer, pressed his forehead against hers, and spoke softly.
Song Xiang snorted and lowered his head slightly, "Just...just sleep?"
"Of course." Yan Han stretched out his hand, lifted the quilt off her body, stood up quickly, lay down next to her smoothly, and took her into his arms.
Song Xiang looked up at him and blew on his chin, "Then I turn out the lights?"
Yan Han felt his back molar itching and moved his eyes downward, "...Okay."
Song Xiang reached over him and clicked off the bedside lamp.
The room was dark, with only the moonlight coming in from outside.
Song Xiang slipped out of Yan Han's arms and lay beside him, with his hands on his body in a standard sleeping position.
Yan Han looked at her through the darkness, "Are you asleep?"
No response.
OK.
Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief, pulled up the quilt, and lay down in the same position.
Song Xiang bit her inner lip, feeling the movement around her, and closed her eyes tightly.
It seems like there is no movement, is he asleep?
She felt strange that it was uncomfortable to maintain the same posture.
Suddenly, a hand wrapped around her waist.
She burst out laughing and quickly ran to the side.
Yan Han also laughed in a low voice, grabbed the person back with force, and locked him tightly in his arms.
Song Xiang smiled and said: "It's no good, it only lasts a minute."
"I can't bear it for a minute." The man leaned over and kissed her hard on the crook of her neck.
"It's itchy-" She stretched out her hand to push him, turned to look at him, and whispered: "I really can't..."
Yan Han played with her hair and said against the corner of her lips: "If you can't, you can't. Do I have to take a bite every day to sleep? Stop talking about you. If that happens, I will die on you first."
Song Xiang: "..."
He raised his hand and punched him.
Yan Han pretended to be in pain, but did not get any sympathy, so he hugged the person and fell asleep.
"Don't move around, I'll hold you to sleep."
Song Xiang pouted and leaned against him and stopped talking.
"I'm used to it. I really can't sleep without you," he said.
The corners of Song Xiang's mouth rose crazily in the darkness, and she raised her hand to hug him back.
"Can you sleep now?"
"Um……"
…
morning
Probably due to the effect of "pure heart and few desires", Song Xiang looked at herself in the mirror and seemed to look a little better.
Sure enough, stay away from men and live a long life.
Yanhan's company really had too many things to do, so he couldn't send her to work in person, so he had to have a bodyguard do it for her.
When they arrived at the company, Suman came up to report the situation, and the two had morning tea together.
"I signed up for a cooking class, do you want to go with me?" Suman said.
Song Xiang was surprised, "The two of us? How can we have time?"
"Come on, Mr. Yan and those people are not busier than us, why don't they still play in the same way as the cruise club?"
Song Xiang thinks about it too.
In the past few years, apart from work, she has had no entertainment at all in her life, and now she has nothing major.