Song Xiang sat on the toilet seat, her pink lips parted, breathing lightly.
Her hand rested on the edge of the bathtub, and the traces of Gu Yuwang remained on her palm, slowly stretching along her fingers, slowly dripping from her fingertips, mixed in the water, but unable to cover it up.
The air is filled with the similar smell of heather, making people's scalp numb.
Just now, at the critical moment, Nian Anxi walked outside the bathroom, and it was Yan Han who shouted loudly that made her stop.
She should still be in the room now.
Song Xiang swallowed and slowly stood up.
The person in the bathtub grabbed her wrist and said in a terrifying hoarse voice, "Where are you going?"
Song Xiang: "...wash your hands."
As soon as she finished speaking, the man took her hand and slowly reached into the bathtub.
The cold water slowly flowed through her fingertips, and his fingers rubbed her palms carefully, washing away the hateful things bit by bit.
After a while, she took out her hand.
He said: "Don't run."
Song Xiang turned away, not really wanting to talk to him.
"There are still people outside..."
Yan Yanhan breathed a sigh of relief, with unsatisfied annoyance in every move, "Let her go!"
Song Xiang nodded, "I'll go out and tell you."
She took a step, and the person behind her sat up from the water and pulled her back with great force.
She pressed her back against his water-filled chest and immediately felt the coldness.
"If you dare not come back, I will go find you."
The warning sound was very low, followed by his kiss, which fell thinly on the back. Through the soaked fabric, it made people's hearts palpitate more than the direct contact.
Song Xiang responded in a low voice.
Yan Han finally let go of her.
She slowly walked out and reached the door, but her movements were a bit slow.
Open the door and let the light shine in.
Nian Anxi stood at the door, with Yan Song also standing guard.
Song Xiang's body was covered with water, and it was self-evident what happened inside.
Yan Song quickly lowered his head.
Nian Anxi kept staring at her, the coldness in her eyes was as frightening as the heat in Yanhan's eyes just now.
Song Xiang remembered those glasses of juice and now felt extremely disgusted with her.
She stepped onto the carpet with bare feet, took out a tissue, and slowly wiped her slender fingers.
After her palms were dry, she threw away the tissue and looked up at Nian Anxi.
"President Nian, you seem to be late."
Nian Anxi's eyes flickered, then she frowned and glanced into the bathroom.
"What do you mean? Where is Li Han? Is he allergic again?"
Song Xiang remained silent and looked at her with a half-smile, his eyes mocking.
Nian Anxi had no flaws on her face and even called out to let the doctor in.
Song Xiang watched her acting without saying a word.
The doctor didn't come in and was stopped by the people led by Yan Song.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "He is fine, but Mr. Nian should know better than me when he will come out."
"I don't understand what you mean, why don't you let the doctor in?" Nian Anxi looked around and asked him.
When Song Xiang saw her face, the goosebumps on her arms were so disgusting.
If Yan Han hadn't rushed to drink that glass of juice, it would have been hers.
Thinking about Lin Cong who caught up halfway, she knew what it meant without even using her brain.
There was a sound in the bathroom, as if something had been smashed.
"Li Han." Nian Anxi took a step forward worriedly.
Before she even got close to the bathroom, Yan Song stopped her.
"Miss Nian, please go out first."
Nian Anxi was shocked.
Yan Song: "The young master is taken care of, so you don't have to worry. The longer you stay, the more you torture the young master."