Yan Han led Song Xiang inside without telling her what was going on in the main house.
It was dinner time, but there was nothing on the table.
Seeing them entering, the housekeeper smiled and handed a key to Yan Han.
Song Xiang was curious and wanted to ask, but Yan Han had already led her upstairs.
When he reached his bedroom door, he suddenly stopped and handed the key to Song Xiang.
"what?"
"Open." Yan Han pursed his lips.
Song Xiang didn't know what he was up to, so he walked to the door and gently pushed the key in.
With a click, the door was opened.
It was pitch black inside.
She glanced at Yan Han and was motioned by him to go inside.
I walked in carefully and wanted to turn on the light, but he stopped me.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Yan Han hugged her from behind and said, "Go inside."
"How can you walk with me in your arms?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly leaned over and picked her up.
Song Xiang exclaimed and quickly hugged his neck.
Slowly walking inside, she could see where the bed was under the dim light.
Suddenly, he put her down.
Just as I was about to speak, I realized something was wrong.
"What's this?"
I touched the things in front of me and the stool I was sitting on. It seemed a little special.
After a moment of reaction, I immediately understood.
"Dressing table?"
Yan Han held her hand and pressed a small button.
A bright light appeared in front of her eyes, and she closed her eyes slightly to see things clearly.
It is indeed a mirror, and the light comes from the edge of the mirror.
She blinked, raised her head, met Yan Han's gaze, and looked around again.
The pink dressing table, pink hammock and carpet, even the sofa have been changed into animal shapes, and the sheets on the bed are all cute and girly.
Song Xiang couldn't hold it back, covering her face and laughing out loud.
"What are you doing?"
Yan Han stretched out his hand to pinch her face, "The bedroom was mine before, but now it's ours."
Song Xiang put down her hands, a little embarrassed, "No need to do this, your bedroom is still yours, you don't need to share this with me."
As she spoke, she quietly stood up and moved to the side.
Yan Yanhan grabbed her and held her in his arms, "Pretending to be stupid?"
It's not obvious what he means? This is inviting her to live together, there is nothing to share but not to share.
Song Xiang clasped his hands behind his back, his palms sweating, "Although our relationship has taken a step forward, I think some distance is still necessary. If we see each other every day, then it is not called falling in love."
Yan Han's face darkened, "You don't want to see me every day?"
"That's not what I meant..."
Song Xiang has a big head, and the only difference between living together and getting married is status and children. She feels that their relationship has not reached that point.
If you get too close, there will be friction, and there will be no space between them.
Yan Han asked someone to do this thing with high expectations, but he didn't expect her to refuse, which made him unspeakably depressed.
He suddenly turned on the headlights and got angry.
Song Xiang sighed, "It's easy to quarrel when we live together."
"Which idiot came to this conclusion?!" the volume increased.
Song Xiang quickly pointed at him and said, "Look! You are so cruel to me!"
Yan Han: "..."
"You were mean to me on the first day, how can you do it again in the future?" Song Xiang took advantage of the victory and pursued him, putting his hands on his hips, "If we have a fight one day, you are not allowed to kick me out directly?"
Yan Yanhan gritted his teeth, became angry, and started to catch her.
Song Xiang ran inside, turned around, and saw the pig table next to the fox sofa. There was an exquisite cake on the table.