The curtains were drawn and all the lights were turned off, leaving only a small lamp beside the bed.
Song Xiang was leaning against the head of the bed, wearing only a men's shirt on his upper body, with the collar slightly open, revealing his straight collarbone.
Above the collarbone, there are faint, subtle tooth marks that are not obvious.
She turned her face sideways, her hair half covering her face, and stared quietly at the lamp next to her.
The man rested his head on her thigh, closed his eyes and fell asleep, with only a thin blanket covering his waist.
There was dead silence all around.
The clock on the wall had reached eight o'clock in the evening, and several hours had passed since Nian Anxi left.
Yan Song was always guarding outside, and the entire eighteenth floor was tightly guarded.
Nian Yufeng came several times but was turned away.
Song Xiang moved slightly, and the man immediately breathed a sigh of relief impatiently, so she didn't dare to move.
Yan Han kept his word, he really didn't touch her, but held her hand and did everything he could.
Her clothes were soaked and there were no clothes in the room, so she had to put on the men's shirts prepared in advance.
She couldn't sleep, her mind was so confused that she couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried.
Dong Dong.
There was a knock on the door.
His thoughts were scattered and Yan Han was awakened.
The man half-opened his eyes and saw the woman's fair skin. He subconsciously rubbed his cheek gently, like a big fluffy dog.
Song Xiang bit her lip and reminded him, "It should be Yan Song."
Yan Han didn't respond. At this time, he didn't want to pay attention to Yan Zhicheng when he came.
Yan Song knocked on the door and found that no one paid attention, so he boldly opened the door a crack.
"Master, something happened."
Yan Han made a sound of impatience and raised his head slightly.
Song Xiang took the opportunity to move away and quickly stood up beside the bed.
The man realized her actions and couldn't help but frown, with depression in his eyes.
Song Xiang only had a shirt on her body and walked towards the door.
"There is a bathrobe in the closet." The man's hoarse voice came over.
Song Xiang reacted, quickly changed direction, took the bathrobe from the closet and put it on before going to open the door for Yan.
Yan Song did not dare to enter, and turned sideways the moment Song Xiang opened the door, with a polite look in his eyes, which made Song Xiang helpless.
"What happened?"
"Miss Li, something happened. She is in the room on the seventeenth floor."
Song Xiang's heart skipped a beat as she remembered that there were three glasses of juice served together. There was no reason why only one glass would be a problem.
"Then...what's going on?"
"Miss Nian discovered it. Miss Li was asleep when she entered, and only Young Master Gong was beside her."
"What?" Song Xiang was surprised and subconsciously noticed the problem, "Young Master Gong..."
Yan Song immediately shook his head and said, "Young Master Gong is neatly dressed and just standing aside."
Song Xiang patted his forehead, "Where's the surveillance?"
"People from the Li family have arrived and checked the surveillance. Important parts have been deleted."
So fast?
Song Xiang was silent, and his first reaction was to doubt Nian Anxi.
"No one at the banquet knew about it, and the floor has been sealed. The Li family can't find any evidence, so they want Master Gong to give an explanation." Yan Song continued.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Li Ying's situation was the most important. The Li family was putting the cart before the horse.
"Can I go up and have a look?"
"I'll take you there."
Song Xiang glanced behind her, then lowered her voice and said, "Please find another waitress and ask her to buy me some clothes."
She spoke in a low voice, and her face couldn't help but heat up.
Yan Song understood and immediately asked someone to buy it.