Song Xuan struggled, but she couldn't help herself, she looked at him coquettishly: "Get out of the way." ”

Yang Haitao grabbed her hands and wrists and pushed them to the top of her head, his eyes became more and more intense and hot, and his voice became hoarse: "I can't afford it." ”

Song Xuan's Lian became more and more popular: "Bastard, you ...... Hmmm......"

Yang Haitao leaned down and kissed her red lips, he just wanted to kiss her, and didn't want to make any further moves.

However, her kiss made him sink all the time, and his kiss slowly moved down, kissing her snow-white slender neck, Song Xuan moaned softly, but it didn't stop him......

didn't stop it, as if it was an encouragement, his kiss went down more and more, until, kissing her sensitive spot, Song Xuan suddenly woke up......

She kicked him under the bed with a kick, and Yang Haitao hit his head on the cabinet on the side, making him snort in pain.

Song Xuan looked down and saw that the buttons on the front of her dress had been unbuttoned to Yang Haitao's chest, she was really anxious and annoyed, and hurriedly buttoned the buttons.

Yang Haitao looked at the person on the bed in a daze, as soon as he met Song Xuan, he turned into a hooligan, and he couldn't control it, in essence, he was not such a person.

He didn't care about the pain, and quickly got up, Song Xuan glared at him angrily: "Bastard." ”

Yang Haitao hurriedly nodded like pounding garlic: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm too bastard, the strange moonlight is too beautiful." ”

Song Xuan looked at him indignantly: "Shameless, you are a hooligan, and you are actually to blame on the moonlight." ”

Yang Haitao said with a smile: "You are not a literary artist, I think, if you blame the moonlight, you will look at the face of the moonlight tonight and let me go." ”

As he was talking, bright red blood slowly flowed down Yang Haitao's forehead, Song Xuan screamed in fright, Yang Haitao didn't know it, and said with concern: "What's wrong?"

Song Xuan hurriedly pulled him to his side, brushed his hair and saw that there was a hole in the back of his head, which looked shocking.

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

Yang Haitao smiled: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Song Xuan pressed him and asked him to sit on the edge of the bed, then hurriedly ran out, and after a while, he ran over with iodophor and gauze in his hand.

Before Yang Haitao asked, Song Ran replied: "I asked the innkeeper for it, and I don't have to go to the hospital, I'll deal with it for you." ”

Yang Haitao sat on the ground and asked Song Xuan to treat his wounds.

Song Xuan whispered a little while applying iodine to his wound, "I don't want to...... Don't want my first time in a small hotel in the middle of nowhere, do you understand?"

Yang Haitao's blood boiled suddenly, so just now, it wasn't because Song Xuan hated him, but because this was a small hotel in a different place, and she didn't want to be so casual.

He said excitedly: "I'm sorry, I was too much of a bastard just now, I will at least ...... after proposing"

Song Xuan stretched out his hand to cover his mouth: "Okay, don't say it, don't say it......"

In that case, the sense of picture is too strong, so strong that she can barely hold a cotton swab.

She let go of her hand, and Yang Haitao said again: "Song Xuan, marry me, okay?"

Song Xuan pushed his head: "Yang Haitao, you are too incomprehensible, regardless of the occasion, right? Small hotel, at this time when I just hit your head, you suddenly came to propose? Do you think this is so romantic? Do you think I will agree?"

Suddenly, Yang Haitao turned around, touched and touched from his arms, and after a while, he found a small box, and half-knelt in front of her: "Song Xuan, marry me, okay?"