Song Xiang could feel his fear, raised her hand and stroked his hair.
"It's okay..."
"I'm sorry." The man pressed his chin on her shoulder and pressed his lips against her neck. It seemed that only this kind of direct temperature perception could make him calm down a little, and she was still in front of him.
"I didn't protect you well."
Song Xiang's nose felt sore and she rubbed the side of his face, "No, you have protected me very well."
The person who follows her never leaves her, and she can feel it every time she goes out. She knows better than anyone how attentive he is.
"Shen Han, I'm fine, and nothing will happen to me in the future. I will always be with you."
Be with you forever.
His heart trembled and he took a deep breath, wishing he could put the person in his body and protect him carefully at all times.
There was silence in the room, except for the faint sound of the humidifier.
Yan Han let go of Song Xiang, and their foreheads touched each other.
Song Xiang smiled and joked: "Coward."
Yan Han closed his eyes and nodded, "I've never been very courageous."
Song Xiang rubbed his nose with the tip of her nose and said, "Eat something. The housekeeper came over when you were taking a shower just now."
The atmosphere relaxed.
Yan Han did not lead Song Xiang downstairs, but asked someone to bring the things into the room.
In the past, he would have work in the evening, but not today.
After dinner, he pulled Song Xiang and lay down on the bed. He didn't do anything, just held her in his arms.
Song Xiang didn't say anything, she leaned in his arms and closed her eyes to rest.
She had been depressed and depressed a few days ago. She just cheered up today and immediately experienced a lot of things. She was also exhausted.
I quickly fell asleep, and when I opened my eyes in a daze, the person around me was gone.
She sat up in shock, took her phone and looked at it, it was just one o'clock in the morning.
The house was very quiet. She walked out barefoot to look for Yan Han and heard the noise coming from his study.
When she reached the door, she stopped and looked through the gap.
Yan Han was sleeping, standing by the window with his back to her, talking on the phone.
"Make arrangements as soon as possible."
"No matter the cost."
Song Xiang thought about it and wanted to get closer. The person inside seemed to be aware of it and turned around.
She didn't hide, she just opened the door.
As soon as she pushed it open, the strong smell of smoke came over her, and she couldn't help but take two puffs.
Only then did I realize that Yan Han was still holding a cigarette in the hand that wasn't holding the phone.
Seeing her, he frowned, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, said something to the caller, and then hung up.
"Woke you up?"
Song Xiang shook his head and walked inside, "Why do you smoke so much? It's not good for your health."
He wasn't a big smoker, he only smoked occasionally. It was the first time she had seen the house smell like this.
Yan Han coughed lightly, put his arm on her shoulders and pushed her out, preventing her from being exposed to the smell of cigarette smoke in the room.
"Something happened and it has been taken care of."
Song Xiang knew in his heart that it was most likely related to her, so he still took the car accident in the evening to his heart.
"You have to tell me whatever you want to do. Don't hide it from me. I'm worried."
Yan Han nodded and carried her to the bedroom. Once there, she sat on the edge of the bed and he squatted down on one knee in front of her.
"What happened today will never happen again."
Song Xiang raised her hand and touched his face, "I know, with you here, I'm not afraid of anything."
Yan Han held her hand, his eyes were firm, and he made up his mind.