He just held her like this, without changing his position for a long time, which made her almost breathless.
"Music box, didn't you listen?"
Song Xiang was confused and didn't understand why the topic had gone so far.
She thought Yan Han was changing the subject, rolled her eyes and said casually: "I listened..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Han suddenly raised his head and stared at her with hurt eyes.
Song Xiang was stunned, "What...what happened?"
Yan Han's jaw tightened, "I already said it!"
What?
Song Xiang was at a loss.
After looking at each other for a long time, Yan Han suddenly stood up and stood by the bed, looking down at her.
A minute later, he turned around.
With a bang, the room door was closed.
Song Xiang was lying on the bed, confused. She pushed herself up and ran down to open the door, only to find Yan Han outside pulling the door handle and locking the door manually.
What does he mean?
Song Xiang was pacing back and forth, suddenly remembered, and hurried to the bedside table to find the music box.
When she got it last night, she discovered that the box was heavier than before, and there must be more things in it.
The heartbeat speeds up and the breathing slows down, as if you are holding a treasure worth billions in your hands.
When you open the box, there is nothing special about whether it is a swan or a swan.
Could it be that she is overthinking?
Impossible, there must be something wrong.
She spun the swan twice, and familiar music began to play, nothing special.
The music ended and the swan stopped.
I grabbed a handful of hair and still couldn't figure it out.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I was anxious to death.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on the swan. After hesitating for a moment, she decisively raised her hand and tried to turn the swan around.
Sure enough, it can turn.
Subconsciously she sat up straight, her intuition telling her that there was something.
The swan turned twice, and the box began to make a squeaking sound, which sounded like...a recording.
Then there was a slight cough from a man, who seemed very nervous.
Then, the sound floated out from inside.
——Song Xiang, I like you.
It was like punching the heart hard, and I was so enlightened that my whole body froze.
Song Xiang stared at the opposite side and blinked twice, then turned the swan again with his cold fingertips.
The voice inside was also played repeatedly, which was a man's serious confession.
She covered her face and cursed.
You're so stupid, why didn't you listen last night?
My feet were numb, so I climbed up using the edge of the bed and walked to the door.
"Severe cold?"
No response.
She clicked her tongue, put the music box against the crack of the door, and then turned the swan.
--I like you.
A repetitive sound drifted out from the crack in the door.
After repeating it several times, the people outside finally couldn't help it and opened the door.
Yan Han stared fiercely, "Why have you heard this so many times?"
Song Xiang pouted and glanced at the red tint behind his ears.
"I just want to confirm."
Yan Han: "..."
"Give it back to me, I don't want to give it to you anymore."
Song Xiang quickly hid the things behind his back, "I won't return them."
Severe cold gritted his teeth.
The next second, his eyes accidentally fell in front of Song Xiang. The row of buttons he had just unbuttoned had not yet been buttoned.
Song Xiang noticed his gaze and quickly hid behind the door, sticking her head out to look at him.
Yan Yanhan's face was fierce, but he couldn't help but move closer, and his tone was lowered.
"It's okay to give it to you, but you have to make it clear, what do we mean now?"
Song Xiang held the box and pursed her lips, thinking of what Ding Fan said to her this morning.
Bracing up his courage, he raised his head and glanced at Yan Han.