Just like watching a movie, certain scenes appear one by one in front of your eyes.
Song Xiang's body was tense and she didn't dare to move.
Played it again, this time it was really wrong.
Yan Han was behind her, softly sighing, "Have you lost your memory?"
Song Xiang swallowed, put his hands on the keys, and halfway through playing, he really forgot which key to press next.
"What's going on?" Yan Han raised his hand and pinched her ears.
Song Xiang was so excited that he stood up from the piano bench, turned around, and her face just happened to be pressed against his chest.
Yan Han only straightened up and did not retreat.
"What do you want to do?"
Song Xiang lowered his head and tried to calm his breathing.
She can guarantee that Yan Han must have remembered something, and he did it on purpose.
"It's too hot. I want to go out and get some air."
The corners of the man's lips raised, he took a step back and stared down at the woman's face, "You have so many things on your hands."
Song Xiang pouted and slowly moved away from the piano bench, avoiding the severe cold like a crab.
"Have you finished singing?" she asked casually.
Yan Han: "No."
Song Xiang moved to the side again, "Then why don't you go back?"
"In that kind of environment, do you want to go back and suffer?" Yan Han said with unabashed disgust.
Song Xiang cursed: No one forced you to come.
"Go to the deck if the wind blows." Yan Han urged her.
Song Xiang turned around quickly as he was about to receive amnesty.
However, as soon as she turned around, Yan Han followed her.
"What are you doing?" Frightened face.
Yan Han: "You are the only one who can go on the deck?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Suddenly I don't feel too hot anymore.
Yan Yanhan glanced at her, put one hand in his pocket and passed by her, "Come out."
Tsk——
Song Xiang was depressed and followed slowly.
As soon as I opened the door, a strong gust of wind came over me.
Before Song Xiang could stand still, a loud sound came over, like an alarm.
"What's going on?"
Yan Han turned around and said, "The ship is just sailing."
"Just sailing?" Song Xiang was confused.
She thought the ship had already sailed as soon as they boarded it.
Her hair was flying in the wind, and she didn't want to go out, but Yan Han had already taken two steps.
I went out bravely and sneezed from the cold.
Yan Han heard the noise and turned to look at her.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was that at this time, he should take off his coat for himself.
Yan Han: "Go in and put on a blanket before you come out."
Song Xiang: "..."
Forget it, he probably hasn't watched the TV series either.
She turned around and rolled her eyes, slipped into the hall, and casually pulled out the blanket on the sofa.
When I went out again, I found that Yan Han was already far away.
The sea is pitch black, with only the bright moon above our heads. This is the second floor, a civilian area, and the lights are simple.
Yan Han stood on the edge of the railing, the wind blowing his hair, the moonlight half-hiding his face, and a halo of light falling around him, adding silver to his body, making him sacred and cold.
Song Xiang wrapped herself tightly in the blanket and approached slowly.
She stood on tiptoes and tried to take a look below, her heartbeat speeding up instantly.
Suddenly! A hand pressed her neck!
"What are you doing?!" He couldn't move, and his eyes could only look at the darkness below, which was very scary.