She should have expected that there would be a basketball game when she entered the door, which made her blood boil and her brain slow. She subconsciously felt that he would have many surprises next, so she did not expect that he would propose suddenly.
Forget about the sudden proposal, he suddenly stopped, and before she could react, the water column from the top fell down like a waterfall, like a special effect.
"Blitzkrieg, huh?"
Song Xiang took a deep breath, looked at the man with a death smile, and began to use force on his hands, trying to take off the ring.
"Don't pick it off." Yan Han came closer and squatted down in front of her, "I did it according to your preferences."
"My preference?!"
Yan Han nodded, raised a finger and pointed upward, "Titanic."
Song Xiang was speechless.
Thinking back to the space design when she entered the house just now, he did not choose the high-end area upstairs, but took her to the negative floor below the sea level, which was to facilitate "watering" and create a panic of shipwreck. In fact, she only needed to think a little.
She wanted to understand, but he grasped this point and let the water pour in, without giving her any time to think.
"Why don't you really dig a hole in the boat? That would be realistic!" She couldn't hold back and kicked him with her foot.
I'm so angry! How could anyone propose like this?
Yan Han was kicked unsteadily by her, so he simply sat on the ground, put his hands behind his back, raised his neck, and said, "Lu Zechen won't sell it, or I will cut one for you."
Song Xiang: "..."
She grabbed a handful of wet hair, brushed it and stood up. She wanted to take off the ring and throw it to the doggy man. She found that the size was too tricky. It was not difficult to put it on, but it was a bit difficult to take it off.
Yan Han kept laughing, quickly got up from the ground, hugged her waist and said, "I was wrong, Miss Rong, give me a chance, I still have a plan."
Song Xiang laughed in anger, turned around, and punched his fist in his arms without any mercy.
"Bullshit! You won't go directly to planb?!"
Yan Han hugged him tightly and said with a smile: "The alternative is too vulgar and not unique enough."
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, who wants a ghost like you to be unique?
"Could there be other disasters?" She squinted at him defensively.
Yan Han let go of her, opened the glass door with one hand, led her out, and said as he went down the stairs.
"There are no disasters. The only drawback is that it is too ordinary."
Song Xiang was a little curious when he said this.
Following him down the stairs, the originally gorgeous dance floor turned into a pool, where you can directly step on the water. The crowded aisles have been opened, and there are people playing in the water everywhere.
"My clothes are a little wet." Song Xiang tugged at Yan Han.
Yanhan also had water on his body, and the most serious problem was his hair. His originally perfect and stylish hair had turned into wet hair.
He glanced at Song Xiang and without hesitation, took off his coat and put it on her.
Song Xiang felt warm and worried about him, "What about you?"
"It's okay, I have thick skin and can withstand freezing."
Song Xiang: "..."
"Don't blame me if you catch a cold."
Yan Han: "If you feel sorry for me, just promise me later."
Song Xiang pouted, "Then you'd better freeze."
Yan Han raised his eyebrows, held her hand again, and walked to the small room next to the dance floor.
It seems to be an elevator. When you open the door, it can only accommodate two or three people.
Song Xiang was a little afraid of claustrophobia, so as she followed him up, her heartbeat began to accelerate, and she could only hug Yan Han tightly.
The door was closed and the room began to move slowly upward.