They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Until they entered the room and closed the door.

Song Wanning then realized what she had just done.

She knocked on Jianghan's door in the early hours of the morning.

No, wait! They smashed Jianghan's gate.

The noise was so loud that the entire floor could hear it.

It happened while he was discussing life philosophies with the twin models.

In terms of the severity of the situation, it is a hundred times more serious than when the security guard pushed Qiu Siyao down.

That incident was directed at the women around Jiang Han; this time it's him personally.

Moreover, judging from the timing, she had just called off Jianghan's long-planned offensive.

It's similar to loading gunpowder into the chamber and then plugging the barrel with a stopper.

Putting myself in Jiang Han's shoes, I feel sorry for him.

Strangely, Song Wanning wasn't afraid; on the contrary, she was secretly pleased.

See? See?

I still managed to pull you out of bed.

I doubt any other woman has ever done something like this.

Shen Qingning can't do it, Qiu Siyao can't do it!

They will only follow the flow of the Yangtze River and play the appropriate role at the appropriate time.

A faint smile appeared on Song Wanning's lips.

Then stick out the tip of your tongue and gently lick your upper and lower lips.

His facial expression crumbled, and something that had been suppressed for too long was finally released.

It was like a near-mad sense of relief.

She suddenly turned from her side to face Jiang Han.

They climbed up Jiang Han's neck with both hands, their fingers interlocked behind his head.

She tiptoed and firmly pressed her red lips against the lips.

The atmosphere inside the room changed instantly.

The sparks that were forcibly extinguished did not go out.

Instead, it has shown the potential to spread like wildfire.

It burned even more fiercely than before.

However, this time the fire was started by Song Wanning.

She was no longer a passive recipient; she began to take the initiative and take the offensive.

Even kisses turned into fierce demands.

One person keeps moving forward, while the other can only keep moving backward.

bang-

Jiang Han was pushed down onto the soft bed, his back slamming into the blankets.

They've turned the Heavenly Gang upside down!

He had pushed away many women, from Shen Qingning to Liu Meng.

This is the first time I've ever been pushed back like this.

Jiang Han was only wrapped in a loose bath towel, which would come undone if pulled.

When I opened the door, I didn't expect things to turn out this way.

Song Wanning hooked her fingers around the edge of the bath towel and gently tugged it.

Far from home in Paris, she transformed into a fierce female knight.

To be honest, Jiang Han was a little excited.

He was already furious when his spellcasting was forcibly interrupted tonight.

Now, the flames have found dry firewood.

Although the way it was burned was not quite what I expected, it doesn't matter.

Based on past experience, Song Wanning will likely continue the traditional pattern of decline followed by exhaustion.

Jiang Han only needs to quietly watch the other side's performance.

By waiting for the right time, we can regain the initiative.

however.

Even as her breathing became heavier, it did not stop for a moment.

His eyes clearly held a provocative smile.

The two fought fiercely for a long time, with neither gaining a clear advantage.

Jiang Han had never been so grateful for the physical constitution bestowed upon him by the system.

It really saved my life.

I don't know how much time passed, but the suite finally returned to quiet.

The lamp on the bedside table was still on.

The blanket was crumpled up, with most of it lying on the carpet.

Jiang Han turned to look at Song Wanning.

Her face showed no signs of fatigue, but rather a serene expression.

His skin had a healthy rosy glow, and beads of sweat still clung to his forehead and the tip of his nose.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing was long and deep.

A faint smile played on her lips.

Like a kitten that's completely full, so satisfied that it doesn't even want to lift its paws.

This feeling!

Why does it look like he's been subjected to dual cultivation by a wicked woman?

The rest of the night passed without incident.

……

The next morning, the sun shone through the gaps in the curtains.

I tossed and turned until almost dawn last night before finally falling asleep, and now the sun is already shining on the foot of my bed.

Jiang Han was awakened by the vibration of his phone and reached for the bedside table.

A WeChat message pops up on the screen.

Xiao Xiao woke up after a whole night of jet lag.

The message asked where Jiang Han was, and included a cat peeking out emoji, looking quite well.

Jiang Han rubbed his eyes: "What's your room number? I'll come find you."

I had just sent the message and hadn't even put my phone down when I felt a weight pressing down on me.

Song Wanning clung to him tightly like an octopus.

Arms draped over chest, legs pressed against waist.

My cheek was pressed right against the gap between my shoulder and neck.

I was looking up at his reply.

Jiang Han felt the atmosphere was strange.

"Are you going to find Xiao Xiao?"

Jiang Han was slightly taken aback when Song Wanning asked him the question.

If he were following his usual way of thinking, he would have blurted it out without hesitation.

Of course, would I accompany you?

Jiang Han always spoke to Song Wanning this way, without needing to consider her feelings or explain his itinerary.

But at that moment, he instinctively felt that it was inappropriate.

We must not provoke the other party again abroad.

The most terrifying woman is never a manipulative, scheming woman.

Rather, they are neurotic individuals who disregard consequences and costs.

At the very least, a "green tea" person (a person who is manipulative and manipulative) is logical, believes in the exchange of benefits, and adheres to the principle of equivalence.

Mentally ill people don't care about anything.

They've all chosen not to be human; they're practically invincible.

Clearly, Song Wanning in front of us belongs to the latter category.

Jiang Han was in a daze. Could it be that his series of outrageous actions had turned her into something extraordinary?

Let's play it safe!

We need to play it safe now!

As a seasoned lover, Jiang Han had already devised a plan.

"What's wrong with me going to see my sister?"

"Clam?"

"What, am I wrong?"

"Xiao Xiao and Qing Ning Siyao have been sisters for many years."

"Is there a problem with treating her like my own little sister?"

Song Wanning turned slightly to the side, her breath brushing against Jiang Han's earlobe, making him shiver.

"Then why did you even kiss your sister? You even made a music video about it, and the whole country saw it."

"Oh, you mean video?"

"Hey, it's all for work."

"What's so great about kissing a little girl? She has no breasts and no butt."

"I didn't feel anything after the kiss during the music video shoot; it was just part of the procedure."

"Let's leave it at that for now. I haven't seen her since she arrived. I need to go check if she's settled in yet."

Jiang Han remained calm and resolutely carried out the plan.

He quickly got up and changed his clothes in no time.

The whole process takes no more than five minutes.

It wasn't until he left the room that Jiang Han had time to reflect on Song Wanning's state just now.

Despite fighting through the night, she didn't fall asleep.

I wake up at the slightest sound.

It's simply a gift.

Last time in the country, Song Wanning couldn't get out of bed the next day and couldn't even walk steadily.

Now he acts like nothing happened and can even look up to reply to my messages.

Is there some special component in the air of Paris that can turn women into perpetual motion machines?

Jiang Han shook his head, clearing his mind for the moment, and walked towards Xiao Xiao's room.

The little girl is very clever; she should be able to understand me, right?