Yang Xiao had never heard Meng Yufan speak to her in such a tone.
In her impression, although he is tall and big, he is straightforward and impulsive, likes to act like a spoiled child, and always has some likable weird ideas. All in all, he is a "little boy in the body of a mature man".
But at this moment, in this hot and empty bathroom, this impression suddenly collapsed.
He pressed her against the wall with great strength, the kind of strength that a beast bites the neck of its prey.
Her two hands were tied behind him, she wanted to break free, but the strength around her body seemed to be taken away, and she didn't even have the strength to move her fingers.
The hot air between the boy's nose rushed to her ear, Yang Xiao turned his head slightly, trying to avoid the burning feeling. "You let go." She forced her composure, "You are too strong, it hurts me."
"But don't you like me to push harder?" Meng Yufan did not let go, but deliberately misinterpreted her meaning.
"..." Yang Xiao really hated that she didn't wear high heels today, otherwise she would definitely step on him now!
He weakened a little, but still didn't let her go. Yang Xiao's clothes were complete, but the body that was clinging to her was not shaved. The water droplets on Meng Yufan rolled down and wet her clothes.
The body temperature of the two people blended together, and it was unclear who transmitted the heat to whom.
He repeated it again: "I won't let you leave me." This time, his voice was louder, echoing in the empty bathroom, humming.
The boy's tone was domineering and enthusiastic, like a huge wave; and Yang Xiao was a boat on the top of the wave. She was held in the palm of the huge wave, sent to the peak, and gently put her down when it was about to collapse.
Yang Xiao was shaking all over. She wasn't scared, but a... shame, a tingling feeling that rose from her toes.
too weird. Obviously Yang Xiao can't avoid domineering men, but Meng Yufan's domineering makes her reluctant to resist.
As if bewitched, she involuntarily replied, "...I won't leave you."
"Sister Xiaoxiao is lying again." He interrupted her, and extended his fingers along the hem of Yang Xiao's sweater, "All the time, you have always been like this to me, and you have always been like this, come and wave to me when you call me. Immediately go. You stay by my side for a short night, and when it is dawn, you fly away."
"I… "
He took off her collar, and his teeth gently picked up the tenderest piece of flesh at the back of her neck, grinding it between the teeth.
"Yang Xiao, I've always wanted to ask you, in your heart, what is my identity?" This was the second time he called her by her full name. As he asked, he put a small kiss on her shoulder, obviously interacting with warmth, and his words were like knives after another, filling his heart, "It was you who rented it from the Internet. The actor? A bedding that is just enough for you? A fool who makes you look attractive? Or...a dog you have?"
"—What nonsense are you talking about?!!" Yang Xiao was hurt by the sharp blade in his words, she suddenly woke up and struggled, she exerted all her strength and moved violently, "Meng Yufan, what do you think I am? people?"
She swore that if the two of them were face to face now, she would definitely slap him hard.
"Do you think I'm playing with you?" She laughed angrily. "I'm sick. I'll let an actor come into my house several times? I'm sick, and I'll introduce my friends and colleagues to you. Do you know? My brain is sick, I go across half of the city after get off work every day to help you make up your English, and I cut overtime to make time to watch your games?!”
She paid him countless time, energy, and money, but in the end, she got his misunderstanding.
The two of them seemed to be caught in a maze, and the other party was clearly on the other side of the wall, but they were rampaging in the maze and couldn't find the way to each other.
Yang Xiao was both angry and wronged, and Meng Yufan was both wronged and angry.
"If I need a thoughtful bedding, it's obvious—" she said grimly, "—you're not qualified."
At least, the vibrator won't force her, and the vibrator won't misunderstand her.
"Then who is qualified?!!" As expected, this sentence angered Meng Yufan and made his remaining rationality disappear. He turned her over, forced her to look up at him, and the two met their eyes and fought countless rounds in sight.
He grabbed her wrists with one hand and pressed them across her head, while the other hand had slipped down her waist into her shirt. The palms with thick calluses raged on her waist. He was like an abandoned wolf dog, growling from his throat: "Is it Feng Xiang? Is he qualified??"
"Feng Xiang? What's the matter with him?" Yang Xiao was confused by his questioning, "We are talking about a matter between you and me now, you drag him in... Wait!"
She suddenly understood something.
"Meng Yufan, are you... jealous?"
A seemingly unlikely reason.
Yang Xiao looked up at the boy in front of him. The sunny smile that always hung on his face is gone. Now, every muscle on his face is tensed, but fortunately... There is still her figure in the depths of his pupils.
Seeing that Meng Yufan did not deny it, Yang Xiao recalled the bits and pieces that happened today, and immediately strung them into a line.
"Are you really jealous because of Feng Xiang?" She didn't know whether it was funny or absurd. "Why? Because I said a few words to him?"
"It's not 'a few sentences'." Meng Yufan said immediately, "It's two hundred and twenty sentences."
He counted every sentence in his heart.
"...Are you playing seriously?" Yang Xiao's body softened, she said helplessly, "I'm looking for him to talk about work. I want to boost the ratings, Feng Xiang is a hot topic, I want to invite him On the show, that's all."
"Need to be that close to talk about work?"
"We are a normal social etiquette distance, okay!" Yang Xiao raised his voice, "Besides, why do you care if I'm close to other men?"
"—Because I like you!" Meng Yufan burst out suddenly, "Is this reason enough to care about you?!"
"you… "
She opened her eyes wide, they had known each other for a long time, but it seemed that she didn't see Meng Yufan's face until now.
Clear edges and corners, sword-like eyebrows, thin lips, and deep eyebrows.
In her heart, he is the most handsome boy.
"Smile, I like you." Meng Yufan let go, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against hers. At such a close distance, all the love, desire, madness, and entanglement in the boy's eyes were presented in front of her without reservation. The breaths blended together, the lips and teeth touched, and as long as they got a little closer, the distance between them would disappear. "I like you. After the contract ends, I want to continue to be your boyfriend."
Today is the last day of the three-month contract.
Originally, Meng Yufan planned to say these words during dinner.
For this day, he prepared countless surprises in advance. He ordered restaurants, bought flowers, prepared small cakes, and buried a beautiful jewelry box in the cake.
But he couldn't wait until then.
His emotions stagnated in his chest, gushing out like an erupting volcano.
He likes her, he loves her, he likes her. He was going to use all the beautiful words in the world to describe the feelings in his heart, and then beg her for mercy.
But now—he didn't want to be her good dog.
He took another step forward, reducing the last bit of distance between the two to nothing. When the lips and teeth overlapped, a small moan came out of the girl's mouth.
"Smile, it's a pity that I didn't become the first man in your life. Then let me be the last man in your life."
…
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xiao, who was sore all over, was carried out of the bathroom by Meng Yufan in a princess hug.
Her clothes were completely soaked and she couldn't wear them anymore. Meng Yufan put her lightly on the rest stool next to the closet, rummaged through the closet, found a clean basketball uniform, and put it on for her.
Oxygen was scarce in the bathroom, and she was forced to do a whole set of strenuous aerobic exercise. Now the blood supply to her brain is seriously insufficient, her body is limp, and she can only be manipulated by him like a rag doll.
Meng Yufan's "crazy" ended, his fangs retracted, and he became well-behaved and sensible again. But Yang Xiao knew that a wolf who had already tasted meat would not be able to turn back into a dog.
He worked tirelessly to dress her up, even kneeling on one knee, letting her foot on his knee, putting on and tying her shoes.
Yang Xiao leaned back on the chair and narrowed his eyes lazily at him.
"Aren't you going crazy?" she asked with a sneer.
"… "
"Aren't you jealous anymore?"
"… "
"Can you understand human speech now?"
“…Sister Xiaoxiao…”
Without saying a word, Yang Xiao stepped on his chest, leaving a dark shoe print on his bare chest muscles.
In addition to shoe prints, there are tooth marks, scratches and countless "strawberries".
Yang Xiao looked at the masterpiece he left behind, and his anger subsided a little, but seeing the miserable state of being unable to sit, unable to stand, and unsteady, the anger in his heart rekindled.
"Meng Yufan, how old are you, how about eating the jealousy of someone who can't fight?" Yang Xiao said angrily, "Feng Xiang and I are meeting for the first time today, and I only have the simplest working relationship with him. What the hell are you thinking about? Besides, you are right in front of me. Even if I see things differently, there is no need to mess with a low-profile version of you, right?"
"'The low-profile version of me'?" Meng Yufan didn't understand.
"It's Feng Xiang." Yang said with a smile, "Did you not notice that you are very similar? They are both from Huada University, both forwards, with similar playing styles and similar personalities... But he is too old and too oily. It's not as handsome as you, it's simply a low-profile version of you."
Meng Yufan didn't know what to say. In the eyes of everyone in the team, Feng Xiang is the goal that everyone pursues and a role model for everyone to learn from, especially Meng Yufan, who is often compared with Feng, and even the coach often encourages him: "Fanzi, you will in the future. To be like your brother."
But in Yang Xiao's mouth, their status was changed: Feng Xiang became the "low-profile version" of Meng Yufan.
Yang Xiao didn't get entangled in this topic, and immediately asked: "Also, please explain it to me, when did you fall in love with me?"
There was a big bad wolf lurking beside her, but she foolishly regarded the wolf cub as a well-behaved and obedient little milk dog.
"...what I really want to say..." Meng Yufan looked at her face carefully, and silently stretched out a finger.
Yang Xiao guessed: "Going to bed for the first time?"
"no."
"Watching your game for the first time?"
"no."
Yang Xiao guessed several times in succession, but none of them guessed correctly.
Meng Yufan summoned the courage to reveal the mystery: "It's the first time we met."
"… "
How could a girl who made him fall in love at first sight be willing to be a fake boyfriend.