I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 407 Cold War
Not surprisingly, Su Shao and Song Yan had a cold war.

But this cold war came and went quickly
After Su Shao went to take a shower, Song Yan stood in the living room for a long time, then he walked back to his room, took something out of the suitcase, and returned to the garden balcony on the first floor.

He took out a whole pack of cigarette packs that had not been opened in his hand, picked one and held it in his mouth, and took out the lighter skillfully.

"噗——" The fire was bright, illuminating the gloom on that clear face.

On the balcony, the tall and handsome figure of a man stood alone, with one hand languidly in his pocket, and the other holding a cigarette, puffing out the clouds.

His cold eyes were as dark as a starless night.

It's dark and dead
Song Yan smokes very quickly, with a bit of wild energy in his haste, which doesn't match his previous image of indifference and rationality.

That posture is very elegant, just like the gentle scum in the novel.

one, two, five
When the fifth cigarette was just lit, Song Yan suddenly felt his neck being drawn and pressed down.

His cold lips were held in a stream of moisture, and then he pried open his mouth, wantonly plundering the smoke from his mouth.

Nostrils, mouth, are all that sweet, soft and sweet.

He tasted that goodness carefully half an hour ago, and now he is too familiar with who this taste belongs to.

Ten minutes ago, Su Shao walked out of the bathroom with bitter eyes.

She changed into her pajamas, she didn't plan to meet Song Yan again, she thought about sleeping like this.

The curtains were drawn, the lights were turned off, and the whole person was huddled under the blanket.

But...she still couldn't rest assured.

Is he asleep?Are you still waiting for yourself?Could it be that when he sees himself for a while, he can tell the secret in his heart and share it with himself?

Su Shao lifted the quilt and sat up again.

She went downstairs in her slippers.

The lights in the living room on the first floor were still on, but there was no one in the living room, and it was quiet.

With sharp eyes, Su Shao saw Song Yan standing on the balcony.

She approached, only to find that he was holding the cigarette from his fingertips to his lips with a dejected face.

Su Shao has never seen Song Yan smoking!
She had never seen Song Yan's expression when he smoked, as if he owed someone the whole world and would never be able to pay it back.
She was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass door, watching him smoke the cigarettes in his hand one by one.

Su Shao watched for a long time, watching him digest the fear and uneasiness in his heart, and when the fifth cigarette was just lit, she pushed open the balcony door and rushed to him.

He raised his hand, hooked his neck and pressed himself down.

Su Shao unscrupulously snatched the smoke from his mouth. She persisted for three or four seconds, but she was still choked and coughed again and again.

Song Yan hugged her, reached out to put out the cigarette in his arms, "Why did you come out?"

Su Shao was still coughing, he put the cigarette butt aside, and patted her on the back with the free hand, "I thought you were going to sleep."

Su Shao calmed down the confusion in her chest. She cleared her throat, hugged him tightly and asked, "When will you start smoking? I don't even know!"

Song Yan answered quickly, without concealment, "Junior high school."

junior high school?

Su Shao smiled, "I didn't expect my brother to be so wild when he was in school!"

Song Yan laughed, but didn't answer the words, "You go in first. There is second-hand smoke outside, and smoking too much is bad for your health."

"I have it in my mouth too." She looked at Song Yan with a serious invitation in her eyes, "For my health, do you want to suck it out of my mouth too?"

Song Yan frowned, and his cold white Adam's apple rose and fell on his neck.

Soon, he barely gave her any time to say another word, he directly clasped the back of her head with his hands, pressed down his body, and pressed her against the French door behind her
(End of this chapter)