Song Xiang retreated and helped Yan Han close the door.
Just when Yan Han felt that she was sensible, she rummaged through the living room drawers for the keys to each room.
If she wanted to take a shower, she had to go to the room occupied by Shun Han.
But since Yan Han must have some inappropriate thoughts about her, she felt that she should be more careful about him.
It just so happened that he was in a meeting and was wearing headphones, so he shouldn't be able to hear anything.
The door locks of the rooms are both internal and external and can be locked from the outside.
She tiptoed to the door of the study, inserted the key quietly, and turned it slowly.
Click.
Done!
No trace was found inside.
Just wait until she finishes washing and then open it quietly.
Returning to the bedroom, she locked the inside of the bedroom and even the outside of the bathroom.
Three locks, safe.
Pack your clothes with confidence and go in to take a shower.
…
Yan Han was having a meeting, thinking of Song Xiang's careful look when she went out, and reflecting on whether it was wrong for him to occupy her study.
He kept speeding up the meeting. No one could speak for more than three minutes. Anyone who said a word was immediately criticized on the spot.
Participants were trembling and reported at double speed throughout the meeting.
The meeting that was supposed to take two hours ended in only twenty-eight minutes.
In the camera, everyone is breathing slightly.
Yan Han glanced at the clock and briefly summarized the meeting.
"The meeting is dismissed."
There was a sound of relief.
Yan Han closed his notebook and put one hand in his pocket to open the door, thinking that Song Xiang would burst into tears because he returned the study to her so quickly.
Put your hand on the doorknob and turn it gently.
Turn again.
Lock...on?
Mr. Yan was petrified for a moment, closed his eyes, and quickly built himself up mentally.
"Song...Xiang!"
…
next door
Song Xiang estimated that the severe cold would last for at least two hours, so she could wash it for an hour.
If you don't take a shower enough, just take a bath for a while.
The water vapor rose in the bathroom, and my whole body felt relaxed.
Bang!
A small sound.
The faucet was still on and the water was gurgling, but the sounds outside were not too loud.
She opened her eyes and listened to make sure there was no more. She curled her lips and closed her eyes again.
My whole body felt weak from the soak, and I almost fell to the ground when I got up.
"Comfortable……"
Satisfied, I opened the sliding door of the wet area and walked to the small cabinet outside to get my clothes.
I groped for a long time with my eyes closed, but couldn't get the towel.
I opened my eyes with a shudder, stepped on my feet and opened the small cupboard door.
Nothing.
Where are the clothes?
Song Xiang was dumbfounded and confused for a moment.
When I turned around, I saw that the door was ajar?!
She wiped her face, squatted down in front of the door, and glanced at the door lock.
Sure enough, the door lock was broken.
Being pried.
She pushed the door open, her mind spinning rapidly.
It must have been severely cold and dry.
"Have you finished washing?" A soft voice floated in from outside.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, "...it's over."
Yan Han: "Then come out."
Song Xiang: "..."
She smacked her lips and quickly pressed the door lock.
"Mr. Yan, where are my clothes?"
Yan Han: "You don't take any clothes when taking a shower?"
Song Xiang: "I took it!"
She unconsciously raised her voice. The bathroom was separated from wet and dry areas. When Yan Han entered the room just now, she was soaking vigorously and would lift her legs from time to time. She didn't know when he entered.
Maybe... I even took a peek!
"You took it, where are the clothes?" Yan Han said in a tone that said it had nothing to do with him.
Song Xiang opened his mouth and cursed with his mouth.