Yan Han chuckled, gently brushed away the broken hair on the side of her face, and swept the traces on her skin. He also felt a little regretful that he was too harsh.
"Can I take you to take a bath, okay?"
"You're not needed!" Song Xiang snorted softly and raised her eyes to glare at him.
Yan Han knew that he was wrong, so he hugged him and coaxed him in a low voice. All the random "pet names" came out. Song Xiang blushed and her heart skipped a beat, and she beat him on the shoulder to tell him to shut up.
After taking a bath, he dried her hair himself and took care of her with every possible care.
Song Xiang had no strength and didn't want to move very much. He looked at the clock on the wall and said, "You still want to send me back."
Yan Han pretended not to hear and continued to blow dry her hair.
Song Xiang laughed at him for being naive, waiting to finish blow-drying his hair.
By the time I cleaned up and lay down again, it was already close to five o'clock.
Wang Fuxue sent two messages urging Song Xiang to go back. It is said that Rong Zhe came twice and they could hardly bear it.
"I'm hiding you and won't give it to anyone who wants it."
Yan Han looked at the message, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and spoke in a very serious tone.
Song Xiang also felt that time passed too fast, and the entire afternoon was gone.
She stood up and asked him, "Then ask your mother what's going on."
If she doesn't figure out what happened to her previous generation for a day, she feels like there's a time bomb around her neck.
"Are you scared?"
"Um……"
"If there was a bloody feud, wouldn't you want me?" Yan Han asked.
Song Xiang kept shaking his head, "Yes!"
"Then what are you afraid of?"
"I……"
I can't explain it, I just feel a little worried.
"Don't be afraid. The worst thing is that if I look at your face for two more years, I won't believe it. Can you really pull off the trick of Romeo and Juliet?"
Song Xiang laughed out loud. Thinking about it, it was impossible. If there really was a feud, the previous generation would have gone crazy.
She breathed a sigh of relief and added: "It's getting late, you send me off..."
"In a while."
"Um……"
…
Someone said it would be a while, but it turned out that another three hours had passed.
It was nearly eight o'clock before the car drove back to the area near Rong's house.
It was pitch dark, and Song Xiang walked back the same way. Yan Han was worried, but he still accompanied her to the wall.
Song Xiang couldn't climb up, so she thought she might as well go through the main entrance shamelessly.
The next second, Yan Han easily climbed onto the wall.
"Step on the rocks and I'll pull you up."
At this time, they are either hiding from people or just young lovers playing exciting tricks.
Song Xiang stepped on the stone and handed his hand to Yan Han.
He held her arm with one hand, bent down and hugged her waist, and easily carried her up the wall.
"Don't go down, I'll go down by myself."
"I watched you dance."
Song Xiang nodded, thinking that he was experienced, so his movements were not so careful. In addition, his heart was sternly cold, so he couldn't help but be a little distracted.
He pressed on the wall and jumped down. Suddenly, his hand slipped.
Before the scream could be heard, Yan Han moved very quickly and jumped down with her, holding her waist and retreating, and finally leaned against the wall.
Song Xiang heard a groan and quickly turned around, "Where did you hit?"
It must have been his elbow, he was protecting his waist before he hit it.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
"Nonsense! Let me see it quickly."
Yan Han saw that she was anxious, and as she lifted up his sleeves, he said casually: "I told you it doesn't hurt. If you kiss me, maybe it will be fine on the spot."