Song Xiang sighed. She had just sent the doctor away and the medicine box was still there, just enough for Shun Han.
Back in the room, the two of them sat face to face, neither of them better than the other.
Their eyes met, a little awkward.
Song Xiang was at a loss for words to say: "Your father is very good at boxing."
Yan Han: "I've been looking for you all day and night, but I can't sleep well."
The implication is, it's not that I can't beat him.
Song Xiang wanted to laugh, but because of the hurt look on his face, she held it back.
She raised her hand, dipped a cotton swab in the medicine, and gently touched Shuanghan's injury.
Little by little, the movements were so light that they were almost powerless.
Yan Han looked at her quietly, not wanting to say a word, just looking at her was enough.
He still remembered that at the elevator door, Xu Shuyan bumped into him and he wiped the corners of her mouth. Her face turned pale instantly.
Such deep fear must be the post-disaster trauma experienced countless times.
"Want to go for a walk?" he asked suddenly.
Song Xiang was surprised, "Is it the forest outside?"
Yan Han chuckled lightly, causing the hurt on his face to make him frown.
"Just because this is a suburb doesn't mean there's nothing outside."
Song Xiang thought about it and smiled to himself. Qincheng was not a small county on the 18th line. It was quite famous for its food and scenic spots.
She was a little tired, but she didn't want to hold it in this room.
"Can I go out?"
Yan Han nodded, "He has no time to take care of us now."
That's right, one Anxu month is enough to give Yan Zhencheng a headache.
"Let's wait until it gets dark and rest first."
Song Xiang got up, packed her things, and put the medicine box on the bedside table.
Yan Han was originally sitting by the bed, but turned around and lay down.
When Song Xiang turned around, she happened to meet his gaze.
He patted his side and motioned for her to come over.
Song Xiang was a little hesitant. According to the current relationship...
"Because of the injury on my face, can't you give in?" Yan Han asked.
Song Xiang pursed her lips, walked to the other side of the bed, took off her shoes and lay down on it.
She didn't get too close, she turned sideways, and there was still ten centimeters between her and Yan Han.
"Go to sleep."
Yan Han stared at her for a long time. Before closing his eyes, he still grabbed her hand forcefully and held it firmly in his palm.
Song Xiang was speechless.
She also had little energy, and she hadn't had much rest since being kidnapped by Lin Cong's men.
The bump on the back of my head still hurts, and there is a dull pain when I touch it.
I closed my eyes and felt the strength in my hands. I felt very relieved and fell asleep quickly.
This sleep lasted too long, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already dusk outside.
The side beside me is already empty.
She was stunned for a moment, then realized that Yan Han was no longer there, and she panicked and sat up from the bed instantly.
Just as he was about to shout, the bathroom door beside him was opened.
Yan Han came out wearing a bathrobe and was wiping his hair with a towel.
"woke up?"
Song Xiang nodded.
This conversation is inexplicably familiar.
It seemed like their first time...
His face felt slightly hot and he quickly lowered his head.
"Go out at five o'clock." Yan Han said again.
Song Xiang remembered that he said he could go out and take a look, and quickly got out of bed.
She carried the clothes prepared by the maid into the bathroom and was about to lock the door when she heard Yan Han say.
"I don't peek."
Song Xiang: "..."
Who knows.
She curled her lips and locked it anyway.
Yan Han clicked his tongue when he heard the sound of locking, and turned to stare at the bathroom door, feeling very unhappy.
What a heartless woman, he has done so much for her, yet she is still guarding him against such details.
Besides, what's the use of breaking the lock? It's not easy for him to get in.