Yan Yanhan couldn't tell whether Song Xiang was drunk or not. He stared at her eyes for a long time and felt a little hesitant.
He quickly analyzed the consequences and reasons in his mind.
Come to the conclusion: it is reasonable to sleep with her.
Thinking of this, he leaned over and kissed Song Xiang's lips again with Song Xiang's eyes open. However, it was not just a touch of water, but a violent storm, tasting it all at once.
Song Xiang was already dizzy, but this time he had to hold it in for a long time, and his eyes were dazed.
Yan Han pressed her lips against hers, met her eyes, stared at her closely, and slowly unzipped her skirt.
There was a click, the sound of the bra being untied.
Song Xiang frowned, as if a backup switch in his brain was turned on, and his thoughts were a little clearer.
She suddenly grabbed Yan Han's hand and said in a cold voice, "What are you doing?"
Yan Han stopped and looked at her eyes, feeling that she seemed to be awake.
He opened his thin lips slightly and licked his lips, "Song Xiang, be good and I will grant you one more request."
Two requirements?
It sounds a bit tempting.
Song Xiang blinked and raised his hand, looking a little silly.
Yan Han didn't know what she was going to do, and the next second he was hit on the face.
It's not a slap in the face, it's a very firm blow.
Song Xiang said: "I want to sell it, and I want to find something fresher to sell it to. Why do I have to sell it to you alone?"
Yan Han took a breath, "..."
He laughed in anger, suppressed Song Xiang with his body, and expertly pressed her hands above her head.
"It's easier for you to talk to anyone than me. If you're a little nicer and talk sweeter, I might be able to agree to whatever you ask for."
His voice was soft and deliberately low, and when he blew it on his ears, a tingling feeling came out cunningly.
Song Xiang struggled for a while, unable to move, and let out a long breath, full of the smell of alcohol.
"I want to take a bath."
Yan Han snorted coldly when he heard the word "bath" and said coolly: "No need, I don't dislike you."
"If I'm like this and you still ask me to do it, then the service is too bad." Song Xiang mocked with a smile.
Yan Han thought she had acquiesced and reached out to take off her skirt.
"This dress was specially worn for me to see?"
He used a question, but his tone was very firm.
Song Xiang squinted his eyes and yawned, "Isn't it reasonable to package things a little before selling them?"
"If you had known each other so well from the beginning, you wouldn't have had to suffer for half a month." Yan Han still maintained a high profile in his words, with a benevolent tone.
Song Xiang's head felt dizzy and bloated, and her stomach seemed a little uncomfortable, especially with such a mountain weighing on her body.
She breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly pulled her wrist out of Yan Han's hand, and when he wasn't paying attention, she used all her strength to turn over and sit on Yan Han's body.
Yan Han was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed slightly, he didn't expect that she still had such great strength.
Song Xiang put his hands on both sides of the man's body, leaned over to ease the dizziness in his head, and swallowed hard.
"Let you come?" Yan Han raised his eyebrows and asked.
Song Xiang understood what he meant, and probably thought she was going to take the initiative.
She lowered her head, her hair falling on Yan Han's cheeks, covering most of her expression.
Yan Han's face was itchy due to the hair, and the nameless evil fire in his heart was scurrying around, and his eyes were burning when he looked at Song Xiang.
His Adam's apple slipped and his voice was hoarse, "Hurry up."
Damn it.
Song Xiang was feeling uncomfortable in his stomach. He leaned over to relieve his nausea, but he had no energy left to speak.
Yan Han saw her not moving and felt a little irritated. He couldn't help but licked his lips, "Song Xiang..."
"Stop talking." Song Xiang lowered her voice and spoke.
Yan Han frowned, "Still thinking about how to make terms with me?"
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and raised his body with difficulty. He couldn't hold back the overwhelming feeling in his stomach.
She looked hard, suddenly opened her mouth and retched.
Yan Han's eyes widened and he grabbed her arms with both hands, "Song Xiang!"
Seeing that he was frightened, Song Xiang smiled mischievously, "Don't be afraid, I only have wine in my stomach..."
"You dare to vomit!" Yan Han's expression changed drastically, and the pink images in his mind were instantly shattered. He grabbed Song Xiang's arm and pushed her aside.
Song Xiang didn't care, she kept sitting astride Yan Han, and suddenly leaned forward and pressed into his arms.
"You don't want to...sleep with me...vomit..."
Before she finished speaking, she retched twice again.
Yan Han was too close to her and could smell the unpleasant smell of alcohol very clearly, and his whole body froze.
"Song Xiang, get off of me!"
He shouted angrily, which instead of knocking Song Xiang down, actually irritated him.
Song Xiang retched repeatedly, then suddenly turned his head to look at Yan Han, trying to open his mouth.