Song Xiang went out after taking a shower and found that Yan Han had already walked to the front of the main house. The two met and Yan Han cleared his throat with a somewhat unnatural look on his face.
"Are there mosquitoes outside?" Song Xiang asked proactively.
Yan Han didn't say anything, crossed Song Xiang and entered the house, and actually helped Song Xiang pour the bath water.
Song Xiang was flattered and felt that his life might be shortened, "No need, I..."
Without giving her a chance to speak, Yan Han dragged the barrel out of the main house and dumped the water directly into the yard.
Song Xiang originally wanted to help him boil water, but he did it himself, very neatly.
When he was about to start washing, Song Xiang walked to the door consciously and reminded him by the way.
"Mr. Yan, you can turn on the flashlight. It's too dark in the room."
Yan Han responded calmly.
Song Xiang was confused and felt something was wrong. She also walked to the door of the courtyard and sat on a small stool to enjoy the cool air.
Occasionally, she turned around and found that the room was dark and she couldn't see anything. She thought the flashlight was too dim.
By the time the severe cold wash was over, it was already close to seven o'clock.
Song Xiang knew that he had a lot to deal with, so he charged his laptop in advance and prepared to work together later.
Fortunately, the nights in the countryside are very cool, so it doesn't matter if there is no air conditioning. After taking a bath, I feel much better from the severe cold, and the gloom on my face has dissipated a lot.
Both parties are holding computers, each busy with his or her own business, without disturbing each other.
Song Xiang's matter was handled quickly, but Yan Han's typing on the keyboard did not stop, so the problems fell on Song Xiang.
There is only one bed, so how to sleep is a problem.
Time passed by, and Yan Han's phone calls were completed one by one.
As ten o'clock approaches, it's time to solve the problem.
Yan Han closed his notebook and walked into the back room expressionlessly.
Song Xiang made the bed very clean, and the quilt sent by the old lady was almost brand new, so he could barely accept it.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he raised his head and glanced at Song Xiang in the main room.
"Aren't you going to sleep?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She can guarantee that this guy must know what she is worried about.
"You go to bed first, I can sleep outside."
"Oh."
The man crossed his arms across his chest and looked over coldly, "Are you afraid of what I might do to you?"
Song Xiang did not look back, "Of course not. Mr. Yan is a gentleman and a moral model. I have no worries about you at all."
She said unconscionable words, turned around and looked at Yan Han, and said: "But there must be some boundaries between a man and a woman alone."
Yan Han hummed softly.
Song Xiang ignored him. The stools in the main room were just benches. Two of them could be put together. It was okay to sleep for one night. We would just figure out a solution tomorrow.
She did everything and turned off the lights directly.
"Good night."
"Good night shit."
Um?
As soon as Song Xiang lay down, she heard someone scolding her, and then there was a big noise.
Before she could react, the man had already walked out of the back room, grabbed her arm and forcibly pulled up her upper body.
"Severe cold!"
Her body became light and then she was picked up by the man.
Song Xiang exclaimed in fright and struggled to get down, "What are you doing!"
A harsh sneer sounded above his head, and he immediately carried her into the inner room.
Song Xiang was still stunned, and then the man threw him on the bed.
She sat up instinctively, but before she could sit firmly, Yan Han pressed her shoulders and pushed her down on the bed.
The man stepped forward, casting a large black shadow in front of his eyes.