"Haha, okay." Su Wan thought Yang Fan was concerned about her, so she handed the box to Yang Fan without saying a word.

hiss!

So cold!

The moment he got the box, Yang Fan felt an even colder breath instantly spreading to his arms!

This is not an illusion, there is definitely something wrong with this box!

…

The city is brightly lit at night.

A red Porsche was speeding on the road.

There was a man and a woman sitting in the car. The man was driving and the woman was putting on makeup in front of the mirror. In addition, there was an exquisite wooden box lying quietly on the back seat of the car.

"Honey, isn't this the way to my house?" Su Wan suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Yeah, it's the way to your house."

While driving, Yang Fan secretly observed the wooden box on the back seat through the rearview mirror, as if he was a little absent-minded.

At this moment, although the air conditioner was not on in the car, Yang Fan felt extremely cold, and the source of all this came from the wooden box on the back seat.

However, this coldness only affected Yang Fan, while Su Wan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, seemed to be unaffected at all.

Therefore, Yang Fan decided to follow Su Wan home and study the wooden box carefully. As for why he did not tell Su Wan the reason, it was just because he did not want to scare her.

However, Su Wan seemed to have misunderstood Yang Fan's meaning. She asked excitedly, "Honey, aren't you going home tonight?"

"Uh... let's see when the time comes." Yang Fan's mind was obviously not on Su Wan.

Su Wan turned her head, then glanced at Yang Fan charmingly and said, "Dear, what kind of clothes do you want to see me wearing tonight? Stewardess? Nurse? Or maid?"

Yang Fan: “…”?