Facts have proven that saying you won’t be angry in advance is nonsense.
Yan Han promised not to be angry without hesitation. Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and told the truth.
"Last night, Rong Boye was at my house."
silence.
"When?" The voice was already cold.
"When you... came in."
Yan Han closed his eyes and moved his thin lips slightly, "Where was he when I kissed you?"
"In the guest room..."
"Song Xiang!"
An expected roar.
The man who was squatting in front of her a second ago suddenly stood up, casting a shadow on his body, blocking out the weak moonlight.
He stared at her for a moment, then turned and left.
Song Xiang was stunned, she didn't expect him to be so angry.
Seeing that he was about to come out of the forest, she looked around helplessly, almost relying on instinct, pretending to cry out in pain.
Sure enough, Yan Han stopped immediately.
When Song Xiang saw this, he shouted even louder.
"The leg was scratched!"
Yan Han stood not far away with one hand on his waist, obviously digesting his anger.
He turned around and stared at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang stopped speaking, feeling justified in his mistake, "I'm sorry, don't leave..."
Saying that, she didn't know how to explain that she hid Rong Boye just because she didn't want him to be angry. She didn't expect that she would make him even more angry in the end.
He lowered his head and remained silent.
The footsteps approached, and the man returned to her eyes.
Her face was pinched so hard that she grimaced in pain.
"When I'm not around, you bring a stranger home, and you're a man. When did you get so brave?"
Song Xiang: "I feel that he..."
"Feel like, you feel so smart, why don't you tell people's fortunes?"
Song Xiang: "..."
"Do you think I'm just jealous because I'm guarding him?" The man tugged on her ear again.
Song Xiang did not dare to say that he "felt that the other party was safe" because it was indeed untenable.
His chest heaved with severe coldness, he licked his lips and squatted down in front of her.
"Where's the injury?"
Song Xiang pursed his lips and raised his calf.
The man had a cold face and immediately put one knee against the bluestone so that her calf could be placed on his knee.
When the light shone on it, it turned out that there was a bloody gash and it was still bleeding.
He raised his head and gave Song Xiang a cold look.
Song Xiang grabbed his shoulder and said softly: "It hurts a lot."
"Deserved it."
"Um……"
It was rare that she didn't speak harshly, so he snorted, carefully put down her legs, and prepared to stand up and hug her.
Song Xiang raised his head, "Can you carry it?"
He gave her a stern look, "Are you still making demands at this time?"
Song Xiang kicked her legs, "I just want you to carry me."
The man looked at her with a cold face for a moment, then turned around and squatted down in front of her.
"Come up."
Song Xiang smiled and lay on his back.
He stood up easily, held her legs, and said, "Hold her tighter."
Song Xiang obeyed and hugged her tightly.
The two of them walked slowly towards the B&B.
Everyone around them was going to the bonfire party, and they were the only ones on the road. Lin Zi went out quickly, and it was still a long way to the B&B.
Song Xiang leaned on Yan Han's back and breathed a long sigh of relief. Thinking of her panic just now, she couldn't help but want to laugh.
It's really stupid. I have encountered so many big things before, and I never panicked for a moment.
But just thinking that he would be angry made me panic immediately.
"What are you giggling about?"
Song Xiang pursed her lips, lowered her head and kissed his neck, "Have fun."
"What's the fun?"
"You are actually mine."
The man paused slightly and turned his face sideways.
Just when he came out of the forest, the moonlight was just right, and it shone on his face, casting a faint shadow and making his outline more three-dimensional.