The surroundings were dark, and Gu Lian was pulled away at some point. Song Xiang could only lean on the wall to find his way, and immediately recalled the experience at the hot spring last night.
She cursed in her mind that this group of people had nothing to do, and she did not dare to act randomly. The walls around her were covered with red curtains, and some places were empty. Suddenly, a person jumped out.
Unsurprisingly, the men should all be wearing night vision goggles, just for the purpose of choosing a concubine.
Song Xiang was worried about Bo Zhan's motives. The child might recognize her as the person from last night. If they did bump into her, the scene would be really embarrassing.
Just as he was thinking this, a pair of footsteps slowly approached.
Song Xiang sensitively stopped and even took two steps back.
The other party came from the crowd, and as she retreated, he approached step by step.
Song Xiang couldn't figure out who it was, her heartbeat was beating like a drum, and she stepped back step by step until her body hit the piano behind her.
The music has reached an intense level, and there are tiny sounds all around, warm and mysterious, mixed with the unspeakable feelings between men and women, making people blush and heartbeat.
He reached it and stopped.
Song Xiang calmed down, raised his hand to take off the mask on his face, and faced the opponent directly.
She couldn't see and took off her mask, just to stop the other party from moving forward. She was not interested in this game.
However, a chuckle sounded, teasing and playful coexisting.
Song Xiang felt that the other party stretched out his hand.
suddenly!
I don’t know what the movement was, but there were two collisions in front of me, but there was only a sound, but Song Xiang was not touched.
But she could feel that the person who was near her just now seemed to have been hit and fell down.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, she hurriedly groped to the side, thinking that it would be better to run into the crowd than to be alone.
Before she had taken two steps, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Song Xiang felt a burning sensation on her wrist, and before she could react, her whole body was carried out of the red curtain by a strong force.
The surroundings were still dark, but the feeling of the person behind him was very clear.
He said: "What's the point of running, if you don't want to be Cinderella?"
Song Xiang trembled and felt the hot breath on his neck.
Severe cold...
She could detect the weakness in his voice, and the sarcastic tone was deliberately sharp, which only revealed his current situation even more.
Turning around, the man's warm breath fell on his forehead.
"You... have a fever?"
The man snorted coldly.
The music outside was about to stop, and the lights would turn on in a while. By then, they would be hiding in the mezzanine, unable to even get out.
"There is a window, climb out." His voice hit my ears.
Song Xiang whispered "Oh" and slowly moved away from him, then turned around and groped around on the outer wall.
Sure enough, there are windows.
She felt happy, quickly unlocked the window, and then reached out to pull Yan Han's sleeve.
Probably because the air in the mezzanine was too bad, Yan Han had no time to fight with her, so he obediently walked in her direction.
Song Xiang climbed out first and saw the light, then reached in to help Yan Han.
Yan Han didn't seem to see her hand, he quickly stepped on the edge of the window, and then jumped easily.
Song Xiang pouted and withdrew his hand.
Yan Han walked past her, taking advantage of the sunset light outside and walking quickly.
Song Xiang pursed her lips and trotted out.
Everyone gathered in the hall, and the corridors were empty, not even a waiter.
Yan Han suddenly stopped and Song Xiang almost bumped into his back.
"What are you following me for?"
Song Xiang was confused. She thought he would come to the rescue and everyone would be reconciled.
He had a stern and cold expression on his face, and the defense factor of his whole body was at its highest, but his chest was heaving up and down, obviously he was panting.
Song Xiang swallowed and bravely spoke: "Mr. Yan, do you have a fever?"
"None of your business?"
"It's none of my business." Song Xiang looked calm and said confidently: "If you have a fever, there is a high probability that you have an infection on your back."
The injury on your back is my responsibility.
She didn't say the second half of the sentence, but both of them understood.
Yan Han looked with disdain in his eyes, thinking that this woman was really telling lies, and now she seemed to be repaying her kindness, and it seemed that she was not the one who was slandering her a few days ago.
"A white-eyed wolf like you, it's not your business to dig wherever there is meat. Whether I die or not is none of your business?"
Song Xiang choked for a moment. She had just said this to Bo Zhan, but now that Yan Han had said it, she really had nothing to refute.
Yan Han got angry when he saw this expression, his mind was spinning, and his eyes were getting a little dark.
"Stop dangling in front of me, and roll as far as you can."
He hummed coldly and said harsh words, and the words he spat out were not thought at all. Except for glaring at Song Xiang, all other body functions were out of control.
Song Xiang looked at the eyes of the person in front of her, a little scared. She raised her hand and waved it in front of Yan Han, "Mr. Yan?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Han's pupils shrank and he threw his whole body in the direction of Song Xiang.
Song Xiang was shocked and raised his voice, "Stern Han!"
"What's the name of the ghost!" The last bit of his stubbornness sounded in his ears.