In Wang Zheng's opinion, among a group of children, those with personalities like Yu Tianyu and Gong Shiheng should be the first to be decided, but unexpectedly it was Yan Han who overtook them at a curve.
"Okay, let's see how it goes."
After an hour and a half, Wang Zheng took away Song Xiang's protective clothing and gently brushed away her tiny hair.
Yan Han stood up and walked behind Song Xiang.
In the mirror, under the light, Song Xiang's face was not so gloomy.
Wang Zheng still trimmed her hair according to the shape of her face. There were small curls at the end of her hair, and there were no broken hairs on the sides of her cheeks. She looked neat and tidy without losing the softness of a little woman.
"Free for couples today."
Wang Zheng put her hands in her pockets and led the people out, "I wish you both... a happy night."
Song Xiang: "..."
The door was closed, and Yan Han stood behind her, leaning slightly, his hand came around from behind, and gently held her chin.
"Does it look good?" she asked him.
The man kissed her hair gently from the side and said hoarsely: "As I said, you look good no matter what."
The corners of Song Xiang's lips rose. There was only each other in the world at the moment, and she had no extra thoughts to think about anything else.
She turned around and took the initiative to kiss him. Feeling the lines and warmth of his lips, she felt relieved.
Imitating his movements, she nibbled on his lips, then pulled away a little, kissed him again, swept his lips carefully, followed the gap, and penetrated into his mouth.
Yan Han kept leaning forward, not relaxed, but Song Xiang suddenly took the initiative. Not to mention he was tired, he had to bear it even if he died.
She wanted to imitate him, but unfortunately she only knew the basics. After giving it a try, she timidly backed away.
Sensing that she was about to retreat, Yan Han grabbed her waist with one hand and held her in his arms, becoming the guest.
"Well..."
Song Xiang was instantly defeated, his lips were slightly opened, and he could only rely on the breath he passed through to survive.
When his mind was shaken, he suddenly picked her up and easily brought her to the dressing table.
Song Xiang only heard a clanging sound, and the person was pressed against the mirror.
She turned her face sideways, revealing a large area of fair skin, and kissed her closely.
He held his wrist with one hand, unable to move. His thin, cold palm lifted up the hem of his clothes and gently reached in.
She shook slightly and closed her eyes tightly.
The body was hot under his palm and was about to bloom, but he suddenly stopped moving.
Song Xiang opened his eyes, his wet eyes filled with confusion.
Yan Han's Adam's apple slid up and down, his thin lips pressed against her collarbone, and he said hoarsely: "Who allowed you to kiss me?"
A smile appeared on Song Xiang's pale face, and her voice was dry, "Can't you kiss me?"
Yan Han's breath intensified, and he raised his head and sucked hard on her neck twice more.
"You are not in good health and need to cultivate yourself."
Song Xiang was stunned. He didn't expect that he could think of this.
She thought for a while, not wanting to wrong him, "It's not uncomfortable now..."
"That won't work either." The man's warm breath hit the crook of her neck, his voice was hoarse and unseemly, and he used a lot of force with his hands.
Song Xiang groaned and subconsciously took out the hand he held and pressed it on his chest.
Hearing his uncontrollable laughter, her face became hot and her hands relaxed.
Keeping the posture, the air is filled with the smell of green valley.
"Then get up."
"It's uncomfortable..." he said dully.
"Then...what should we do?"
"Help me."
Song Xiang's face was slapped, and two streams of hot air came out of his ears.
They have regained their intimate relationship during this time, but he takes the lead every time. Rather than asking her to take action, she wants to grit her teeth and let him do it.