"It's light enough. If you scream again, I'll be really hard."
In front of the sink, Song Xiang was about to cry, struggling to avoid the comb.
Yan Han must have gone crazy with seizures, otherwise why would he have to comb her hair!
Yan Han: "Why are you like that stupid cat at home, shedding hair badly?"
Song Xiang gritted her teeth and watched a bunch of hair fall off the comb, feeling so distressed that she wanted to cry.
"Strict dog!"
"What did you call me?" A cool voice came from above.
Song Xiang: "I'm telling you, your stupid cat is called Yan Gou!"
Yan Han: "..."
He clicked his tongue, pressed the top of Song Xiang's head with his chin to prevent her from moving, and slowly straightened the last piece of thatch with the comb.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and looked in the mirror, looking very ferocious.
"alright."
What a hammer!
The pressure on her head disappeared and the comb finally stopped. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, breathing heavily.
Even though my hair has been combed down, it still looks like grass and needs to be cared for.
The struggle just now was too great, and the clothes were loose-fitting summer clothes, which easily slipped off the shoulders, revealing the small suspenders underneath.
Yan Han was still holding her, with no intention of letting her go.
"let go!"
Yan Han snorted, said nothing, and really let go of her.
Song Xiang looked in the mirror with her hands on her hips, angry!
"Going out together?" Yan Han asked.
"I won't go." Song Xiang refused angrily.
Yan Han stood behind her, "This is my room."
Song Xiang then remembered and couldn't help but curled his lips, turned around and glared at Yan Han, planning to leave.
Yan Han: "Li Ying comes to see you if I have something to do."
Song Xiang stopped and asked, "Where is she?"
“Observation deck.”
Song Xiang left after asking. Unexpectedly, Yan Han followed her out.
"What are you doing?"
Yan Han: "Li Ying can only have trouble with you?"
Song Xiang: "..."
I walked ahead unhappily, cursing in my mind as I walked.
It was very windy at the observation deck, and the temperature dropped before we even stepped out.
As soon as the door was opened, a pounding sound sounded.
There was no one on the stage, but fireworks were brilliant in the sky.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Yan Han, "Where is she?"
Yan Han pretended to be stupid and said casually: "I guess we'll get there later."
Song Xiang didn't think much and walked out a little, keeping his head raised, sighing endlessly.
Watching fireworks on the sea, the boat moves slowly and the fireworks keep moving backwards. It is so beautiful that it is unbelievable.
When I walked to the railing, there was no longer a dark sea below, but a real deck, and my fear disappeared instantly.
Turning around, Yan Yanhan stood in the flickering light and darkness, with a slender figure. Fireworks rose into the sky, and half of his face was reflected in the dim light. The brilliance could not compare to the momentary glimmer in his eyes.
The eyes are so beautiful, but they are on this guy’s face.
Song Xiang hummed and raised his hand to press his hair, his anger still lingering.
There was a lot of water vapor in the air and it was a bit cool.
The fireworks were going off all the time, but no one came to the observation deck. There were only a few people on the deck.
Song Xiang wanted to call Li Ying, but suddenly turned around and heard movement below, and then saw something rising up.
A sky lantern flew right in front of her eyes and was within reach.
After being stunned for a moment, the second one flew up again, and then one by one.
What's going on?
Song Xiang was frightened and thought of the question he had hypothesized a few hours ago.