Song Xiang opened his eyes and raised his hand in the air, not daring to move.
The touch on her lips moved slowly, and it was the man who kissed the corner of her lips.
Gently, like a feather sweeping.
She held her breath, her heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat.
Seeing that she was not struggling, Yan Han boldly raised his hand and tried to hold the back of her head.
Just use force.
ah--
Song Xiang cried out in pain.
Yan Han subconsciously let go of his hand, "What's wrong?"
"pain."
The big bump on the back of her head hadn't disappeared yet, so when he pressed it hard, it was so painful that her head felt dizzy.
Yan Han let go of her, walked around behind her, gently lifted her hair, and suddenly saw the red color on her scalp.
"Did you have a head injury?"
Song Xiang's eyes turned black in pain, "Just... I was beaten with a stick."
Severity flashed in Yan Yanhan's eyes, and when he saw the forbearing profile of the person in front of him, he was reluctant to raise his voice.
"Go back first and let the doctor check you out."
Song Xiang shook his head, "It's okay, it's gone a lot."
"You hurt your head!" Yan Han raised his voice.
Song Xiang pursed his lips.
"That……"
She took out the eighty yuan in her pocket and said a little helplessly, "I just came out for a while."
Yan Han looked at her and said, "Buy four more boxes of tomatoes."
Song Xiang: "..."
She wanted to struggle again, but Yan Han was already holding her hand and walking towards the parking place.
Before getting in the car, Yan Han suddenly said: "I'll bring you here next time."
Song Xiang's heartbeat moved slightly. She glanced at him through the street lights and nodded blankly, "Okay..."
He sat in the car and opened the window. The temperature was a bit low at night, but the view was so beautiful that Song Xiang couldn't bear to close the window.
She hunched her shoulders and leaned against the window, squinting her eyes to blow the wind.
Suddenly, a weight fell on my shoulders.
A coat was draped over her body. She turned her face to one side and could just see Yan Han's beautiful hands.
The fingers are really long, the joints are clearly defined, and they look like white jade when reflected in the light.
She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned around and looked at Yan Han.
Last time on the cruise, she thought he should take off his clothes for her, and he even asked her to go to the cabin to get a blanket and put it on herself.
"Aren't there any blankets in the car?"
Yan Han received her gaze and immediately thought of what happened on the cruise ship. He cleared his throat and said with a slightly unnatural look on his face, "No."
Song Xiang said "Oh" and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips. She secretly turned her face to look out the window, but she couldn't help but lightly trace her fingers on the car door.
My heart felt itchy and warm, and it felt like a lot of things had been stuffed into the chest area in an instant. It was very crowded and blocked all the gaps that should have been there.
She took a deep breath, bit her lip gently, and said to herself.
Hold on!
Beside him, Yan Han was sitting upright, but he couldn't help but glance at the faces of the people around him from the corner of his eyes.
She kept her back to him, as if the scenery outside the window was so amazing. No matter how beautiful it was, how could it be as beautiful as him?
"Stop blowing, the night breeze is cool."
Song Xiang retracted his head obediently.
The person next to her immediately pressed the button to close the window, cutting off her ability to see outside.
Song Xiang looked nowhere. After thinking for a moment, he simply closed his eyes and leaned on the seat.
Yan Han frowned.
What happened to her?
Song Xiang closed her eyes and heard a snort from the person next to her. She wanted to open her eyes but was afraid that she wouldn't know where to look.
What a crime. This happened to her when she was twenty years old.
I didn’t expect that after five years, there would still be times when I dare not look at severe cold.