Song Xiang fell down on Bo Zhan, half of her body was held in his arms. Although she got up quickly, everyone in the circle could see clearly.
Everyone knew about her relationship with Yan Han, so the atmosphere became a little tense for a while.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back, and walked heavily in front of Yan Han.
The man's face was expressionless, the corners of his lips were depressed, and his eyes were dark.
He bent down and picked up Song Xiang, and the two of them were very close to each other in an instant.
Song Xiang didn't dare to raise his head, but he could hear his heartbeat.
Li Ying counted Yan Han's squats loudly. She held her breath and quietly counted Yan Han's heartbeat.
Probably because of the exercise, his heartbeat was beating so fast, mixed with his breathing, which created a tension invisibly, all hitting Song Xiang's cheek, making her dare not move.
Twenty squats was nothing for Yan Han, and he was done quickly.
He did not put Song Xiang down immediately, but carried Song Xiang to the round table and turned his head to look at Nian Anxi.
"Sister An Xi, give up your position."
Nian Anxi was stunned for a moment, then stood up and pulled out another chair.
Song Xiang was let down, but because his whole body was so tight, he almost fell back like a stone statue.
Yan Han's hand pushed behind her, steadying her calmly, and then sat down himself.
"continue."
Everyone looked at each other and couldn't say much. Only Lu Zechen was speechless without fear of death.
Song Xiang sat next to Yan Han, with Bo Zhan across from him, and there was an aisle between them.
She pretended to be calm and took her cup over, then poured a large glass of iced drink and drank it all while no one was paying attention.
The body cools down and the mind gradually calms down.
Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, an arm suddenly passed across her waist and half hugged her in a position where no one could see it.
Song Xiang's eyes widened and he turned his neck one by one, looking at Yan Han in shock.
Yan Han hugged her with one arm and held a wine glass with the other hand. His expression was calm and lazy, nothing strange at all.
Song Xiang wanted to move to the side, but the arms around her waist automatically tightened, leaving her no room to escape.
She was so confused that she didn't know what Yan Han was doing. The two of them had clearly made it clear to each other and knew that there were things they shouldn't do, so they just had to endure it!
With so many people in the venue, if she made too much noise and broke away, it would not only make Yan Han lose face, but also make it difficult for her to get off the stage.
In the midst of a dilemma, a new game begins again.
She raised her hand stiffly, quickly drew a card, and then tried every possible means to move her body, hoping to quietly escape from the confinement of the severe cold.
But the arms around her waist were like glue, stuck to her body, and she couldn't break free no matter what.
"Who is the king?" Li Ying asked from the opposite side.
Song Xiang was annoyed, and Yan Han beside him clicked his tongue and threw away his cards.
He is the king.
Song Xiang became nervous again instantly and stopped all his small movements.
Yan Han took a sip of his wine and glanced lightly from the neck of the person in his arms, unable to help but linger on that fair skin.
He clicked his tongue and looked down at the table, "Who is No. 6?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gong Shiheng had no choice but to show his cards, "I."
Everyone was waiting for Yan Han to speak.
Yan Han thought for a while and said calmly: "No showdown is allowed. If No. 6 does something for No. 2, it must be obeyed unconditionally."