Chapter 695

Song Xuan struggled, but she could not help herself. She looked at him angrily and said, "get out of my way."

Yang Haitao grabbed her hands and pushed her wrist up to the top of her head. Her eyes became more intense and hot, and her voice became dumb: "I can't afford it."

Song Xuan's Lian became more and more popular: "bastard, you Well... "

Yang Haitao bowed his head and kissed her red lips. He just wanted to kiss her, and didn't want to move any further.

However, her kiss made him sink all the time. His kiss moved down slowly and reached her white and slender neck. Song Xuan groaned carefully, but it didn't stop him

Without stopping, it seems to be a kind of encouragement. His kiss goes down more and more. Until he kisses her sensitive part, song Xuan suddenly wakes up

She forced him to the bottom of the bed with one foot. Yang Haitao bumped his head into the cabinet on one side, which made him humming with pain.

Song Xuan looks down and finds that the button on the front of her dress has been untied to her chest by Yang Haitao. She is really anxious and angry, and goes to button it in a hurry.

Yang Haitao looks at the people in bed in disorder. As soon as he meets song Xuan, he becomes a hooligan. How can he control it? In essence, he is not such a person.

He didn't care about the pain, so he got up quickly. Song Xuan glared at him angrily: "asshole."

Yang Haitao quickly nodded, such as pounding garlic: "yes, yes, I'm too stupid, strange moon is too beautiful."

Song Xuan looked at him indignantly: "shameless, I'm a rogue, but I still blame the moon."

Yang Haitao said with a smile: "you are not literature and art. I think it's strange to see the moon on the head. You will see the face of the moon tonight and let me go."

Just as he was saying this, the red blood trickled down Yang Haitao's forehead. Song Xuan screamed with fright. Yang Haitao didn't know that yet. He was concerned: "what's the matter?"

Song Xuan quickly pulls him to his side. He pulls his hair aside. There is a hole in the back of his head. It looks so shocking.

"Does it hurt?"

Yang Haitao said with a smile: "OK, OK."

Song Xuan pressed him and told him to sit down beside the bed. Then he ran out in a hurry. Soon, he came with Iodophor and gauze in his hand.

Before Yang Haitao asked, song ran replied, "I asked for it from the hostel's wife. It's shallow, so you don't have to go to the hospital. I'll deal with it for you."

Yang Haitao sits on the ground and asks song Xuan to take care of his wound.

Song Xuan put Iodophor on his wound and said in a low voice: "I don't want to Don't want my first time in a small hotel out here, do you understand? "

Yang Haitao's blood was boiling. So, just now, it was not because song Xuan hated him, but because it was a small hotel in a different place. She didn't want to be so casual.

He said excitedly, "I'm sorry, I was such a jerk just now. I'll at least wait until I propose..."

Song Xuan put his hand over his mouth: "OK, don't say it, don't say it..."

In that case, the picture is so strong that she can hardly hold the cotton swab.

She released her hand, and Yang Haitao said again, "Song Xuan, marry me, will you?"

Song Xuan pushed his head: "Yang Haitao, you don't understand the customs and feelings. Do you agree with each other? Hotel, just when I broke my head, you suddenly proposed? Do you think it's romantic? Do you think I'll agree? "

All of a sudden, Yang Haitao turned around, touched and touched from his arms. After a long time, he found a small box, and half knelt down to her: "Song Xuan, marry me, will you?"