The flowing red silk was pulled by one end and fell straight down, covering Yan Han's head.
Song Xiang didn't expect that the red silk was so wide that it looked like a hijab.
She smiled happily, came out of Yan Han's arms, opened his hand the moment Yan Han tried to pull off the red silk, and then took it off herself.
"Lift your hijab~"
Yan Han: "..."
Song Xiang stood on tiptoes and lifted off the hijab in a decent manner, leaving half of it on Yan Han's head.
Yan Han was amused by her and quickly pulled off the red silk and covered her head with his backhand.
"That's right."
You are my bride.
Song Xiang looked at him through the red silk, her vision a little unclear, but she was not in a hurry to take it off.
"It smells so good, it smells like your shampoo."
Yan Han: "Does a puppy have such a sharp nose?"
Song Xiang let out a hey, then took a stupid sniff.
There were people in front and behind. If the people in front moved, they remained still, and the people behind started to rush impatiently.
Song Xiang realized that he was talking about them and quickly pushed Yan Han forward.
As he walked, the hem of the red silk flew around. Song Xiang raised his hand and pressed it on the top of his head to prevent the "hijab" from falling off.
Yan Han held her hand and accidentally glanced back. He happened to catch her holding down the "hijab" and looked at her again through the red silk.
My heart is pounding.
He thought that there was something in this broken knot.
The two of them squeezed out of the corridor, exited the temple from the side, and went to the place next to where flowers and snacks were sold.
Song Xiang saw that many people had flowers and lanterns in their hands, so she pushed Yan Han and said, "I want them too."
Yan Han was so used to her that he didn't ask his bodyguards to buy them and asked Yan Bai to guard her. He went to a small shop more than ten meters away to buy lanterns himself.
Song Xiang stood there, took off the red silk, carefully overlapped it, and then hung it around his neck like the people around him.
He put his hands behind his back and hummed softly.
Just as he was staring at Yan Han, someone called out.
"Miss."
Song Xiang was stunned, turned around and saw a man in a white robe.
Half of the opponent's face was covered in oil paint, and his face was not very clear.
But a pair of eyes made Song Xiang stunned. They were like the rising sun, the moon in the mountains at night, and even more like the cold water in a deep pool.
The face is indistinguishable, but the eyes are as rare as gems.
The other party was stopped by the bodyguard, holding a small lantern in his hand and standing not far away.
Song Xiang remembered that it was local custom to send flowers and lanterns to girls that night.
"For you, beautiful lady."
really.
Song Xiang glanced in the direction of Yan Han, a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I..."
"Leave quickly, my wife has a master!" a bodyguard said loudly.
The man didn't pay attention. He held the lantern high and passed it over the bodyguard to Song Xiang.
"Please accept it."
Song Xiang wanted not to accept it, but the other party seemed to let go.
She subconsciously caught the lantern.
Across the way, Yan Han bought flowers and lanterns, noticed the movement here, and trotted back quickly.
The man noticed Yan Han, struggled away calmly, smiled at Song Xiang, turned around and left.
As soon as Yan Han came back, he immediately snatched the lantern out of Song Xiang's hand, shook out the wick inside, and threw it aside.
"What's wrong with you!"
Song Xiang stuck out his tongue and said, "He gave it to me."
Yan Han carried the things and glanced in the direction where the man left, "Who knows if there is anything wrong with the lantern in this damn place?"
Song Xiang was startled, the hair on his back ran, and he subconsciously moved a little further away from the lantern.
I was confused by the other person's eyes just now and lost my mind.