Drifting Towards You

A few minutes later, Han Che wrapped a bath towel around his waist and opened the door. All the hair was soaked, and there were still water drops on his face.

Su Xiangwan blushed and looked directly at him and said coldly, "What happened last night?"

Han Che paused slightly, staring at her in silence, making no sound.

Su Xiangwan's hand hanging by his side slowly clenched: "I'm asking you."

"You go out first, I will put on my clothes and then I will tell you." Han Che's eyes were very red. I don't know if it was because he was stung by the shampoo or was just hit by the water.

Su Xiangwan stared at him for a while, then closed the door again and turned to leave.

Han Che's figure is actually very good, otherwise Xiaoxiao would not have been pestering him to take photos of him.

But Su Xiangwan really couldn't even give birth to the desire to take another look, and his mind was full of messy memories of last night.

Sitting on the chair by the table, Su Xiangwan poured himself a glass of water.

The water is not cold, but there is still a chill rushing through the stomach, which is not very comfortable, but it makes her sober.

Ten minutes later, Han Che changed his clothes and came out, with a checkered shirt and black trousers, and his hair was still wet.

Su Xiangwan raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes cold: "I need an explanation."

Han Che was silent for a moment, and slowly said, "I think I also need an explanation."

Su Xiangwan was speechless, and Han Che looked directly at her and slowly said, "You choose the time, and the location is yours. I also want to ask if you are unruly to me."

Su Xiangwan gritted his teeth and stared at him silently.

But he was so good at disguising, she never found a clue on his face.

"Last night... how did I come back." Su Xiangwan said slightly softly.

Han Che lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know, I just woke up in your bed."

Su Xiangwan's breathing heavier, a touch of rejection in his heart.

After he explained, both of them fell into silence for a while.

Su Xiangwan knew that he was definitely capsize in the gutter this time.

Han Che stayed with her for the night, if someone got the handle, I don't know what it would be like.

But right now, she doesn't care what others think.

She just wants to know, last night, how exactly did she and Han Che...

Han Che's hair was wet, slightly covering his eyes, and his gaze fell on her slowly and said, "I will find out who is doing the trick."

Su Xiangwan's face was gloomy and did not speak.

Han Che glanced at her, then said, "I'll go first."

When the words fell, he threw away the towel and turned and left. Before he walked to the door, Su Xiangwan called him, and said bluntly: "Last night, I slept with you or not."

Han Che stopped in front of the door, his footsteps paused slightly.

Turning his cheek slightly, he said in her direction: "No."

His words caused Su Xiangwan to breathe a sigh of relief, remembering that she had also seen Han Che in the same coma before she fell into a coma, but she still felt that things might not be that simple.

"You can rest assured that nothing happened." Han Che said again.

When the words fell, he left her room without waiting for Su Xiangwan to say anything.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes slightly and clenched his hands into fists. He didn't let down his heart just because of Han Che's words.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that she remembered looking for her phone.

I took out the phone and glanced at it. The phone is dead.

The phone seemed to keep ringing last night, but she didn't seem to have the strength to pick it up.

After charging and turning on the phone, a series of incoming calls from Mu Beiting came in as text messages, and the WeChat started ringing non-stop.