The door is not broken, but there is a demon-like Yan Song outside the door.
Song Xiang accepted her fate. She took a chair and sat under the window behind Yan Han, so that she could look at Yan Han while keeping her distance.
After a while, Yan Han seemed really tired and turned sideways, his face facing her direction.
Song Xiang glanced at it from time to time and sat there for several hours.
When it got dark and the nurse finally came to change the dressing, she found a chance to go out and take a breath.
After sitting in the corridor for a while, the nurse had finished changing the medicine when I went back, but there was no memory of the smell of blood or alcohol in the room.
Song Xiang sat down, thinking about what Duan Ge said, and became suspicious.
She waited for a while, and Yan Han seemed to have really fallen asleep.
Once people's curiosity is aroused, they will never let go unless they see the truth.
Song Xiang thought and thought beside her, constantly glancing at Yan Han. Finally, she couldn't control herself and tiptoed towards the bed.
She half-crouched beside the bed and whispered, "Mr. Yan?"
No response.
Really fell asleep.
Song Xiang calmed down and his eyes fell on the man's arm resting on his side.
The cufflinks have been removed, but the buttons are still there.
Song Xiang raised his hand and carefully moved towards the button.
I was still struggling in my heart. A voice said that I shouldn't take such a risk. I just pretended to be stern and cold. It would be meaningless even if I knew it. Another voice screamed madly. You must not be deceived!
Her body moved faster than her mind, and she had already unbuttoned her clothes without making up her mind.
Next, just roll it up carefully.
A little, a little, and a little more.
I held my breath and felt tense all over.
Finally we reached the edge of the bandage...
Suddenly! The sleeping man suddenly raised his hand and clasped one of her hands forcefully.
"What are you doing?" A cool voice came from my ear.
Song Xiang:!!!
Damn it, you really shouldn’t be thinking nonsense.
She closed her eyes, squeezed out a complicated smile, and turned to look at Yan Han.
"Let me check your wound."
Yan Han moved and said with lazy eyes, "There is a nurse."
Song Xiang smiled awkwardly and said, "I'll just take a look, no need to bother the nurse."
Yan Yanhan snorted, grabbed her hand without letting go, and said quietly: "What is your behavior like this?"
Song Xiang: "What?"
Yan Han thought for a while and said: "Rogue."
Song Xiang:???
Yan Han: "You unbuttoned me while I was sleeping. The facts of the crime are very clear."
Song Xiang rolled his eyes and opened his mouth. For a moment, he really didn't know how to reply.
She swallowed and said, "Duan Ge called me."
"What does it have to do with me?" Yan Han was unhappy.
Song Xiang glanced at him and said, "He said...he didn't hit your arm."
The light in Shun Han's eyes changed slightly, he raised his eyes and stared at Song Xiang closely.
He snorted coldly and slammed her hand away.
"You believe everything he says. Are you his child?"
Song Xiang: "..."
"I did not mean that."
"What does that mean?" Yan Han squinted at her and said rudely: "Next time you want to die, don't even come to me to collect the body."
Song Xiang pursed her lips, a little embarrassed.
Not to mention whether Yan Han was pretending to be ill, it was a fact that they saved her anyway.
She stood by the window and hesitated, "Mr. Yan, I'm sorry, I was offended."
Yan Yanhan: "Bang!"
The next moment, gurgling——
Stomach cheers filled the room.
Yan Han closed his eyes with a serious expression.
Song Xiang suppressed a smile, "Shall I buy you something to eat?"