If it were normal times, Yan Yan would definitely not allow it, but at this time, it might be safer to let Song Xiang accompany An Xuyue out instead of letting Song Xiang return to the imperial capital.
Yan Zhicheng has been rooted in Dunsden for many years and has a preeminent position in the local area. This is why he has kept An Xuyue there for many years.
Yan Han nodded, and Song Xiang began to clean up.
An Xuyue was overjoyed, even happier than Yan Zhicheng accompanying her, and ordered people to order a bunch of things to take away, almost all of them snacks from Qincheng.
"When I get back from Europe, I have something to tell you."
In the evening, Song Xiang was busy packing her things, but Yan Han suddenly hugged her from behind.
"What?"
Yan Han held her hand and gently rubbed her ring finger, "Don't you feel that your hand is too empty?"
Song Xiang lowered his head and almost didn't react, then turned away and said, "No, there is a bracelet."
"I'll give you something else, do you want it?" He lowered his head, put his thin lips against the tip of her ear, and the heat subsided.
Song Xiang bit her lip, "What you gave me as a gift, it's my business whether to accept it or not."
"So arrogant?" The man smiled and reached out to unbutton her pajamas, "I'm not kidding."
Song Xiang held his hand, turned her face and rolled her eyes at him, "You are talking seriously, but you are still thinking about unreasonable things in your mind."
Yan Han sighed, picked her up and put her on the bed. He leaned over and pecked the corner of her mouth, "The bastard doctor suggested restraint, not elimination. If you continue to restrain, I'm afraid that your yin and yang will not be balanced and endocrine disorders will occur.
"
Song Xiang raised his hand and slapped him, "Don't blame me. I'm a pure-hearted person. It won't be a problem if I remain a vegetarian for half a year."
"Don't." He held her hand, put it to his lips and kissed her softly, his voice hoarse, "You're fine, I'm fine, half of my life is going to be gone."
Song Xiang curled her lips, turned her face slightly, and let his kiss follow the swan's neck.
The light was extremely bright, and she usually asked him to turn it off, but now that she thought about being separated in a few days, she suddenly didn't want to turn it off.
Yan Han probably had the same mentality, holding her wrist with one hand and moving carefully.
"Um……"
She couldn't hold back and made a little sound.
He raised his head and chuckled, his face full of laughter.
Song Xiang clicked his tongue and raised his foot to give him a kiss.
Dog stuff, get it cheap and sell it well.
In the confusion, he let go of her hand, giving her room to raise her hand to cover her sight.
His face was hot, and his body was swaying like a boat in the river. When he saw his hair through the gaps between his fingers, his body trembled even more with embarrassment.
"If I give it away, I won't accept it."
When he felt uncomfortable, he suddenly stopped and leaned over to speak in her ear.
Song Xiang panted, feeling like his soul was about to disperse. She just wanted to get some comfort from him quickly, biting his shoulder and sobbing.
But he did it deliberately, forcing himself to feel uncomfortable and asking her to say a word.
"Stern cold..."
"Should you keep it?" He suppressed his restlessness and his voice was hoarse.
Song Xiang couldn't help it, and tears fell down in large numbers, "Stop it..."
Oh.
There was a satisfied smile in the ear, and the storm quickly swept across.
Son of a bitch.
His thoughts were only enough to scold him, a white light flashed before his eyes, and he didn't know who was going on.
When I opened my eyes again, the room was still dark and it was not yet dawn.
He put on his nightgown, went down and poured a glass of water, hugged her and got up to take a sip.
The burning sensation in my throat was the aftereffect of the uncontrollable crying just now.