Song Xiang was really angry. This person had no bottom line in joking. She could only close her eyes now. She had no courage to face the dark sea. She always felt that she was about to fall.
"Stern cold, loose... let go!"
"You'll just let it go?"
"Please!" Song Xiang shouted.
Shit!
Yan Yanhan laughed out loud, clicked his tongue twice, and then let go of his hand.
Song Xiang got free and quickly retreated.
She took two steps back, glared with her eyes, and fiercely accused Yanhan.
Yan Han leaned against the railing and admired her lively expression with puffed cheeks.
Song Xiang looked behind him, seeing endless darkness and waves rolling backwards.
She was a little scared, so she suppressed her discomfort and shouted loudly: "Don't stand there!"
Yan Yanhan didn't understand her fear, and glanced back lightly, feeling comfortable and enjoying herself.
Song Xiang was frightened and said, "Move forward!"
Yan Han turned around, probably feeling the worry in her expression, and finally took two steps forward.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and then walked to the side again.
The deck was empty, and she didn't feel safe, so she walked to the corridor next to it.
"It's much more dangerous here than on the deck."
Yan Han approached from behind and said, "If you disappear from here, no one will notice."
Song Xiang held on to the railing and glanced down, a little scared.
But with the wall behind her, she felt safer than before.
There were voices coming from upstairs, which was obviously more lively than down below.
"The wind has blown enough, come in." Yan Han said.
Song Xiang wanted to brag again, but he didn't dare to stay alone, so he followed him anyway.
Yan Han did not go back the way he came, but went directly to the fourth floor.
Song Xiang wanted to go back to the bottom floor, but heard him say again: "Gu Lian is above."
Song Xiang was silent. From the time she got on the ship to now, she had not seen Gu Lian yet.
The elevator opens.
The first thing you see is expensive carpets and dazzling crystal lamps on top. The space is spacious and completely different from the first and second floors. Even the air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers.
Song Xiang followed Yan Han, thinking about going down after talking to Gu Lian for a while.
They should have a specific box, but when they pushed the door in, there was no one inside.
The private room is large, with a bar table, a pool table, and a small gaming table.
Yan Han sat down on the sofa. Song Xiang didn't say much and sat far away from him.
No one came in for a long time, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Song Xiang had to get up to pour juice, and brought a glass for Yan Han.
She had just handed the juice to Yan Han when suddenly, the door of the large box was pushed open, followed by the sound of someone being pressed on the door.
"Baby, take off my clothes."
"roll--"
"Well...if anyone..."
"No one has come up yet."
Then there was the sound of kissing.
Song Xiang stared back and looked back at Yan Han.
She wanted to make a sound, but the sound of ripping clothes could already be heard from the direction of the door.
She and Yan Han were in a dark place, and there was a large statue blocking the door.
The other party must not have seen them, so they were so arrogant.
"Lu Zechen, you...ah..."
!
Song Xiang took a breath and met Yan Han's eyes.
It was obvious that the car behind the statue could no longer stop, and if he screamed now, he would definitely be embarrassed to death.
Yan Lengjing stood up, drank all the two small glasses of juice in Song Xiang's hands, and threw the glasses on the soft sofa without making a sound.
Song Xiang froze on the spot, and before she could respond, Yan Han already held her waist and hugged her over the sofa.