Dear Mr. Shi

After a few seconds, Song Qinghuan finally figured out what he meant. She lived in the same room with her, her face flushed layer by layer, and then whitened little by little.

She immediately ran into her bedroom and rushed to Shi Yuhan: "Aren't you!"

Shi Yuhan turned around and sat down on her bed: "Then do you have a better way?"

"You should think of the way, you promised me, you can't go back!" Song Qinghuan said, trying hard to keep him out of the cold, trying to pull him up from his bed.

But when the cold weather was as towering as Mount Tai, she couldn't move him a bit no matter how hard she tried.

Song Qinghuan panted, her pretty face flushed again, and became more thorough. Looking at Shi Yuhan who was still sitting cold, she couldn't help being angry, and raised her finger to point at him: "You..."

Shi Yuhan Lightning shot, swiftly like a ghost, hugged her finger pointing to her, and then pulled her forward, dragging her into his arms and confining her firmly.

He lowered his head, facing Shang Song Qinghuan’s panicked eyes, and his cold lips: "Do you know where the last person who dared to point at me this way went, huh?"

"You...I don't know, I don't want to know either!!!" Song Qinghuan said, and began to struggle.

Shi Yuhan hugged her and turned around, forcing her to sit on his legs, unable to move half of the time.

Song Qinghuan not only blushed with anger, but the roots of his ears were red. The two postures were ambiguous and the temperature was scorching.

She wanted to go down, but was held back by Shi Yuhan, and finally mustered up the courage to have no authority. She looked back and stared at him angrily: "What do you want to do?"

Shi Yuhan glanced at the sofa next to him: "There, if you don't like it, sleep there."

Song Qinghuan was taken aback for a while, frowning and said, "You are not trustworthy, you are going to sleep where you sleep!"

"Brother!" The door banged, and before Song Qinghuan and Shi Yuhan let in, someone broke in, "Arrange a guest room for us..."

After seeing the ambiguous Shi Yuhan and Song Qinghuan, he immediately turned around: "Sorry, sorry!"

Shi Yuhan frowned and said mercilessly: "It's getting more and more presumptuous, and the door won't knock, who taught you."

When the stern tone sounded, Shi Annuo had already retired very well.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Qinghuan hurriedly slipped off Shi Yuhan's legs, and then ran out "dongdongdong".

She went out to arrange a guest room for Han Qianqian and Shi Annuo, and then sat in the living room to watch a TV series. Han Qianqian was also sitting next to her, as if she didn't enter the house nor did she enter the house.

Song Qinghuan felt that this little Nizi's last wish was false, but in fact he wanted to finalize the truth between her and Shi Yuhan.

What should I do now? I also want to pretend to watch TV and sleep in the living room for one night. It doesn't work like this.

Song Qinghuan thought for a while, stopped watching TV, got up and went back to the bedroom.