The old lady stood up shakily, leaving a cup of cool tea behind, without giving Song Xiang a clear answer.
Song Xiang felt uneasy, worried that she had spoken too harshly, and worried that she would offend the old lady. Her interests and emotions were suppressed at the same time, and she hesitated to leave the old lady's yard.
She walked back to her small courtyard filled with worries, and saw light in the bedroom. She stood at the door for a moment, focused her eyes, and clearly saw Yan Han standing inside with his upper body naked.
Song Xiang quickly turned around and took two steps back in a panic.
Just as I was thinking about going back later, an idea suddenly came to my mind.
The dim light was on in the bedroom, and the situation inside could be clearly seen from the outside. Then she took a shower with the flashlight on a few days ago...
He took a deep breath and became angry.
No wonder, no wonder she couldn't see inside every time Yan Han took a shower. This bitch must have discovered it a long time ago, so she deliberately didn't turn on the light when she was taking a shower!
I was so angry that my lungs were about to explode and I was spinning in circles.
By chance, Yanhan came out of the shower, wiped his hair and walked out.
Song Xiang glared angrily.
Yan Han: "What are you pretending to be?"
Song Xiang breathed in, "Stern cold!"
The man was stunned for a moment, then frowned, "You want to rebel?"
Song Xiang: "Where were you standing when I was taking a shower a few days ago?"
Yan Han: "..."
His eyes flickered and uneasiness flashed across his face, "Of course it's outside."
Song Xiang put his hands on his hips and walked to the door of the small courtyard facing the bedroom window, "Is it here?"
Yan Han avoided his eyes and cleared his throat, "I can't remember clearly."
"You did it on purpose!" Song Xiang's face turned red with anger and he accused loudly: "You just know that you can see inside from here."
Yan Han wiped his hair and tried to turn away, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Song Xiang closed his eyes and went crazy on the spot.
Yan Han glanced at her and said in a casual tone, "So what if I see it? I'm just looking at it. How can I still see less of your flesh?"
As he spoke, his eyes quickly slid over Song Xiang's chest.
Song Xiang was shocked, she didn't expect him to be so thick-skinned.
What does it mean to just look at the difference between men and women? Doesn’t he know something in his heart?!
Yan Han sat down on the chair and threw away the towel, "If it doesn't work, can I ask you to come back?"
Song Xiang was so angry that he was speechless.
Yan Han shook his head again, "No, you already know it, which proves that you saw me just now."
Song Xiang gave a death smile and said, "Your logic is really clear."
Yan Han shrugged, "You must know better than you."
Song Xiang didn't want to tell him anymore, and the description became darker and darker. She walked into the room angrily, sat in the corner with her notebook in her arms.
Yan Han had no sense of guilt. He felt no pressure when watching, and even being caught felt like it was a trivial matter.
Just look at it, there is no shortage of meat in the first place, he actually ate it.
Hey, it's a small family spirit.
The two sides were not thinking at the same level at all. Song Xiang sat in the corner, tapping the keyboard hard with her fingers, repeating it in her mind.
Go to hell, dog man!
The person who was scolded looked calm and even took the initiative to talk to Song Xiang.
"Have you gone to see the old lady?"
Song Xiang snorted and ignored him.
Yan Han looked at her sideways, "I remember you said that in the dream, the old lady was going to give us the gems in the next two days."
Song Xiang: "I also dreamed that you knelt down for me."
Yan Han snorted and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows to look at Song Xiang.