Having just been kidnapped, Song Xiang was still frightened. Someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night, and she subconsciously became nervous.
He went out barefoot and walked quietly to the entrance.
Boom, boom, boom.
"who?"
No one answered.
Song Xiang held her breath and stood on tiptoes to look out of the peephole.
His vision gradually focused, and the person's appearance gradually became clear.
Severe cold!
She was stunned for a moment, then quickly pushed it open and opened the door.
A chill hit my face.
Outside the door, water was still dripping from Yan Han's head, his coat was wet, and he was covered in cold air.
Song Xiang stared at him for a long time before realizing that the person in front of him was really stern and cold.
"What's wrong with you...come in first!"
Yan Han wiped the water on his face and looked at her with a dumbfounded look in his eyes, and couldn't help but smile.
As he entered the door, there were traces of water under his feet.
Song Xiang ran in and out, grabbing a bunch of large and small towels.
Yan Han took off his coat and sat on the sofa casually. When he saw Song Xiang coming out, he raised his chin towards her.
Song Xiang understood, walked behind him, and put the towel on his head naturally.
"How come it's raining?"
He was escorted all the way, and he traveled by car. No matter how heavy the rain was, he shouldn't be caught in the rain.
unless……
I was punished by the old man.
"Have you been punished?" Her tone was cautious.
Yan Han raised his eyebrows slightly and responded vaguely.
Song Xiang bit her lip, feeling somewhat guilty.
"You go in, take a shower, and sleep in my room. I'll sleep in the guest room."
She wiped his hair and let go halfway.
Yan Han frowned, and while turning around, he grabbed her wrist.
"I came here in the rain just to sleep in your bed?"
Song Xiang: "..."
The man hummed, looking unreasonable, "Don't act stupid, just sleep how you want."
Song Xiang was silent because she really couldn't find anything to say to him.
Yan Han glanced at her and took a step back, "Is it okay if I make a floor mat in your room?"
Song Xiang's eyes swayed and he reluctantly nodded.
In this current situation, there is indeed no clear understanding between the two of them, and she can't stand firm even if she wants to refute him.
She turned around to help him pack his clothes. Fortunately, there were still two pieces underneath her clothes that were not damaged by Xu Shuyan.
While he went in to take a shower, she sat in the room, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom and the sound of rain hitting the glass window, and she felt inexplicably comfortable.
Twenty minutes ago, she was lying alone in bed worrying about him. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly appeared in front of her.
While I was thinking wildly, the bathroom door had been opened.
She raised her head and saw that he was only wearing a bathrobe, with the collar open as before.
Probably because he was tired, he sat down on the edge of the bed, put his hands behind his back, leaned his neck back, and slowly moved his muscles.
Suddenly, lightning flashed outside, followed by a huge thunder.
Song Xiang was in a daze when he suddenly heard a sound and couldn't help but shiver.
Yan Han caught her movement with his peripheral vision and immediately turned his head, "You are so cowardly?"
Song Xiang: "No, I was distracted."
"Look at me, are you distracted?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She glanced at him sideways and suddenly remembered something.
Three states of attracting the opposite sex - becoming a cat, becoming a tiger, and becoming a dog soaked in the rain.
Severe cold is now in the third state.
After taking a shower, he felt restless all over his body, his eyes raised, and he had a warm sun filter.