Li Ying suddenly did this. Although Yan Han thought it was reasonable, he was also a little surprised.
Song Xiang stood not far away, staring blankly at the Kongming Lantern rising into the sky, with no intention of turning around.
He knew without thinking that she was probably frightened.
The phone kept vibrating, it was a message from Li Ying.
——Dad, are you doing well?
Yan Han: "..."
There are more and more Kongming lanterns, forming a circle around the observation deck. Together with the fireworks in the sky, it is both spectacular and romantic on the sea.
"Song Xiang."
There was a voice coming from behind, and Song Xiang's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't explain what she felt, so she turned around in a daze.
She pointed at the sky, twitching her lips and said, "It's... quite beautiful."
Yan Yan looked at her steadily, his dark pupils as calm as a deep pool, calm on the surface, but turbulent underneath.
When he didn't speak, Song Xiang felt unsure and didn't even dare to take two steps forward.
Suddenly, he stepped closer.
Song Xiang's heart was in her throat and she subconsciously walked back.
There is a railing behind the body, and there is no way to retreat.
Something cold fell on her face, but she didn't notice it.
"Song Xiang, come here." Yan Han suddenly frowned and looked around.
Song Xiang's mind was in confusion and he did not react immediately.
"Holy crap! What's going on?! It's raining?!"
A clear voice came up from below, obviously Li Ying's.
Song Xiang was startled, and then he realized that there were already several drops of rain on his face.
The rain came suddenly, pouring down almost instantly.
The fireworks were extinguished, and the Kongming lanterns in the sky were like butterflies with wet wings, falling one after another.
Song Xiang looked up and saw a Kongming lantern falling on top of Yan Han's head, directly covering Yan Han's head.
She was shocked, "Stern cold!"
"What are you shouting for?" Yan Han ripped off the lamp above his head that had been extinguished by the rain, strode towards Song Xiang, pulled her and ran towards the cabin.
It was pouring heavily, and within half a minute, both of their faces were covered with water.
The waiter came up and closed the cabin door, and the temperature barely rose again.
The incident happened so suddenly that Song Xiang wiped the water from her face, raised her head and met Yan Han's eyes, unable to squeeze out a single word.
Suddenly, both sides burst into laughter.
Yan Yanhan cursed in a low voice, raised his hand, and patted Song Xiang's head.
"What are you laughing at!"
Song Xiang leaned against the wall, remembering the moment when the rain fell and the wet Kongming Lantern covered Yan Han's head.
This guy stared with an expression that said, "How dare you make a mistake like this?" It was so funny.
"You still dare to laugh?" Yan Han tutted and tugged on her hair again.
Song Xiang slapped his hand away, "Don't touch my hair."
The more she refused, the more energetic Yan Han became, insisting on pulling it twice more.
Song Xiang was angry: "Severe cold!"
"You're so brave, don't you dare call me Mr. Yan?"
Song Xiang pouted and turned away, "It's not working time now."
Yan Han leaned against the wall and looked at her with his chin raised, "You used to be like a quail during get off work hours."
Song Xiang was speechless, put his hands behind his back, and whispered: "That's how polite I am."
Yan Han snorted, straightened up, and pulled her hair again.
"Go to the open area."
"what?"
"Buying clothes."
Song Xiang looked down and saw that her clothes were indeed wet, and this one belonged to Gu Lian, and she didn't bring any extra clothes.