Song Xiang held her breath and listened carefully to the footsteps of people outside.
He paused briefly at her door, then changed direction and went to the room next to hers.
Song Xiang was confused. There seemed to be a piano room next to her room. There were a bunch of high-style musical instruments in it. Was this bitch planning to use music to purify himself?
Just as she was thinking about it, the music next door stopped playing, and Yan Han's footsteps came back again.
Is this a shot in the arm?
Song Xiang was startled and quickly pressed the door again.
Yan Han's footsteps stopped at the door again, gradually approaching, and Song Xiang could even feel the subtle force of his hand on the doorknob.
"Mr. Yan!" Song Xiang couldn't help but shout.
The people outside didn't respond, they just took a step back and walked away.
Song Xiang breathed a deep sigh of relief, leaned against the door, and patted his chest repeatedly.
She originally thought that the severe cold would subside, but as soon as she relaxed, the guy passed by her door again. This time, he didn't stop and simply passed by.
The only annoying thing is that he passes back and forth.
This situation is like a wolf wandering back and forth at the door of the rabbit's nest, stepping forward and backward, ready to take action at any time.
Song Xiang couldn't tell if Yan Han had a spare key. She was wet and it would be too uncomfortable not to take a shower.
After thinking about it, I could only use my mobile phone to send a message to Yan Han.
——Mr. Yan, there is something I want to tell you...
She tested it, and sure enough the movement outside stopped.
The next second, Yan Han came directly to knock on the door.
"Come out and say it."
Song Xiang snorted, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
Yan Han: "..."
Outside the door, a man with an irritated look leaned against the door frame and turned to look at the closed door of the room, struggling a little in his mind.
With Song Xiang's approach, if he lowered his face a little and just acted tough, it wouldn't be a problem at all.
However, what he said before was so high-sounding, and now that he had broken his defense, he could not say anything about it, which always made him feel that he had lost to Song Xiang.
They had also slept together for five years, so why was he the only one who coveted her and she was so indifferent.
Take the topical medicine as an example, she always looks clean and doesn't seem to be interested in it at all.
In turn, she wet herself in front of him, and he felt dry all over.
In contrast, it is very unpleasant.
"Mr. Yan?" the person inside called again.
Yan Han closed his eyes and said, "Shut up!"
"If you go away from the door of my room, I will shut up." The woman's voice was somewhat speechless.
Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to unbutton his collar, and said angrily: "You don't know how to behave and make me suffer?"
The door was quiet for a moment, and Song Xiang's depressed voice came out.
"You took off your clothes in front of me two days ago, and I didn't even covet your sacred body. In comparison, do you think what you did was appropriate?"
Yan Han: "..."
There's nothing a damn woman won't do, but he's not happy with her lack of desire, and she actually dares to say it so proudly.
Song Xiang cautiously suggested: "How about you go take a shower?"
Stern and cold snorted, "You don't care about my injuries now."
Song Xiang: "Your injury has scabbed over, don't worry."
Yan Han's temples were so angry that he licked his back teeth, turned around and kicked Song Xiang's door hard.
Don’t know what’s good and what’s good!
Song Xiang was lying on the door, feeling the vibration of the door, and blinked in fear.
She swallowed and said, "Mr. Yan, this door belongs to you."
Yan Han: "It belongs to my house, I can have it demolished now!"