With this move, Wen Yifan touched his bare arm in the air, as if it was charged with electricity. It made her want to withdraw her hand, but she couldn't help but move forward.
From this angle, she can't see anything.
I could only notice that Sang Yan seemed to lower his head. His chest heaved slightly, wide and warm. Her breath was also completely occupied by the breath on his body.
Cut off from the world around you.
At this moment, Wen Yifan felt that there was a missing space in his heart, and it seemed that something was gradually filling it. The sense of stability seemed to take shape, wrapping her in every thread.
Like a temperature that only he can transmit.
Just a little is enough.
Wen Yifan forcibly controlled his emotions and let his breathing be gentle and regular.
She didn't dare to hold her for too long.
After all, it is not a glorious thing to pretend that you are not sober and do this to others.
Wen Yifan was about to let go.
At this time, she noticed with her peripheral vision that Sang Yan raised his hand slowly. Wen Yifan's expression paused, his emotions subsided in an instant, and what she had said to him earlier flashed through his mind.
- "If there is such a thing in the future, you can just punch me directly."
The sense of guilt also rose to the top.
Before his "fist" fell, Wen Yifan pretended to withdraw his hand naturally. She didn't look at his face, turned around slowly, and walked towards the master bedroom.
Sanyan's voice came from behind.
He seemed to be used to it, his tone didn't take it as a big thing, his tone was lazy: "Just take this time today?"
"..." Wen Yifan didn't stop.
Right at the door of the master bedroom.
Wen Yifan tried his best to make his actions seem mechanical and rigid according to the description given to her by her previous university roommate. She slowly pulled the doorknob and entered the room.
It wasn't until the door closed that Wen Yifan's spirit relaxed a little.
Wen Yifan walked back to the bed and sat down with a dull expression. After a while, she fell back and fell into the soft mattress, staring absently at the ceiling.
After three seconds, she seemed to have finally reacted, grabbing the pillow next to her and covering her face.
Wen Yifan rolled around and sat up abruptly.
His entire face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
she.
just.
Done.
What
She just pretended to be sleepwalking and hugged Sangyan
Did she really take advantage of Sang Yeon
she! how! meeting! hug him!
Unable to believe that he would do such a thing, Wen Yifan's mood collapsed. She stared at the void and suddenly began to mutter to herself, "I'm drunk."
"right."
"I am drunk."
"Drinking is a mistake."
"I won't drink again in the future."
"If there is a chance, I hope this wine can apologize to Sang Yan." Wen Yifan murmured, "instead of blaming me for this crime."
"You can't let me take the blame."
The remaining alcohol made the spirit extraordinarily high, and in addition, he did something wrong, and Wen Yifan couldn't sleep even more. She found reasons for herself and tried to convince herself.
After a long time, Wen Yifan's mood calmed down, he picked up the phone next to him and swiped Weibo.
After a few swipes, I saw a tree hole blog.
- The boy I've been chasing for a long time got drunk and kissed me last night, and said that he agreed to be with me. I was happy all night. As a result, I happily went to him today, but he told me that he was drunk and didn't remember anything. TAT
Wen Yifan frowned, and clicked in to read the comments.
[It is estimated that the next time I get drunk, I will put you in bed, wake up.]
[It's good, being drunk is really a universal reason.]
[Scumbag, vomit.]
Boom.
The words "scumbag" turned their heads like two pieces and smashed them into Wen Yifan's face.
She immediately withdrew from the comments and didn't read any further.
Wen Yifan threw the phone aside, and the words he just said to hypnotize himself lost the slightest effect at this moment. She continued to snatch the reason with great difficulty—
I used to like it.
After so many years, I don't like it anymore. But guilt towards him, plus alcohol on top of it...
These justifications were quickly discontinued.
Overwhelmed by that uncontrollable thought.
Wen Yifan buried his whole body in the quilt and forcibly left all his thoughts behind.
It is easy to think too much at night.
Just wake up.
I thought so, but this incident really shocked Wen Yifan so much that she couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. In addition, Sang Yan came out before she had time to drink water in the living room.
Wen Yifan's mouth was extremely dry at the moment, but she didn't have the courage to leave the living room again.
I'm afraid that Sang Yan will notice something is wrong.
the next morning.
Wen Yifan adjusted his mentality and acted as usual. She left the room at the usual time, and as soon as she walked to the living room, she saw Sang Yan sitting at the dining table, already having breakfast.
On the table is very simple porridge and eggs.
The two looked at each other for a second.
Wen Yifan retracted his eyes, calmly entered the kitchen, and took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator. She pauses for a few seconds in front of the refrigerator, guessing a few questions Sang-yeon will ask next.
After making adequate preparations, Wen Yifan returned to the table.
Sang Yan said casually, "Have some porridge."
Wen Yifan glanced at most of the porridge in the pot, and was silent for three seconds: "Okay."
Be silent.
Contrary to Wen Yifan's expectations, Sang Yan's expression was light, and she didn't intend to ask her any questions. As if she "sleepwalking" hugged him last night, it didn't have much impact on him.
With his expression, Wen Yifan couldn't see if he had guessed anything, and he felt uneasy and uneasy inside. She took a sip of the porridge warmly, or took the initiative to say something: "I seem to have sleepwalked again yesterday?"
Sang Yan didn't raise her eyes: "Well."
"Then this time," Wen Yifan pretended to be calm, "did I do anything?"
"Have."
Wen Yifan stared at him, patiently waiting for the next reply.
"Just," Sang Yan stopped, raised her eyelashes, and said thoughtfully, "Hold me."
"… "
Sang Yan said lazily, "Yesterday I was quite restrained."
There was no difference between his answer and what really happened last night.
It reminded Wen Yifan of the situations Sang Yan had described to her after several sleepwalking sessions. She didn't quite believe it before, but at this time, because of Sang Yan's truth-telling, her thoughts were a little fluctuating.
But there is no time to think about those at this time.
His appearance and tone did not seem wrong at all. Wen Yifan finally felt relieved, but instead, a sense of guilt rose.
There is always a feeling that Sang Yan has been taken advantage of and wronged by her.
Hesitating, Wen Yifan whispered, "I'm sorry."
Sang Yan: "What?"
Although he was afraid of saying more and more mistakes, but out of his inner condemnation, Wen Yifan bravely said, "Although I don't know the situation, I'm really sorry for your behavior."
"How many times has this happened?" Sang Yan leaned back just after breakfast, and glanced at her up and down, "Why do you suddenly feel sorry for me now?"
"… "
"Isn't it arrogant before?"
"I," the word could still be on him, Wen Yifan was extremely stunned, "Is it arrogant...?"
"No?" Sang Yan raised her eyebrows and said slowly, "When I mentioned this to you before, there was only a lot of sophistry. Because I'm not sober, I'll say one thing to you, and in the end I want to spend money on it."
Wen Yifan did not expect that from his perspective, he would look like this.
Just because he was not awake, his resentment was so heavy, Wen Yifan didn't dare to think, if Sang Yan knew that she was not sleepwalking at all last night, what would he have exploded into.
"Then you," Wen Yifan said, "or try to stay in the room at night and don't come out. The door is locked, and I will never enter your room."
Sang Yan didn't answer her words, but instead asked: "You are quite special in sleepwalking, and you have the problem of taking advantage of others."
Wen Yifan subconsciously explained: "I didn't seem to have..." Speaking of which, she felt that the words were very ambiguous, and changed her words in time: "I don't know very well."
"Oh." Sang Yan heard it, and raised her eyebrows slightly, "It's only me?"
"… "
This is indeed the case.
But when I say it directly, I always feel that something is not right.
Wen Yifan didn't know how to answer for a while, so he didn't say a word.
"No," Sang Yan smiled, "what kind of new way are you chasing people?"
"… "
"Is there such a thing? You make me a little suspicious," Sang Yan sat up straight, put her arms on the dining table, and moved closer to her, "Is it really sleepwalking?"
Wen Yifan would have to patiently explain it to him. But now she's really too emboldened, so she can only lower her head to drink porridge, and vaguely say, "That's right."
"You don't talk much today." Sang Yan stared straight at her, as if trying to see something, "Isn't there a reason I mentioned this to you before?"
Wen Yifan responded with his words without changing his face: "That's not all several times."
Sang Yan withdrew his gaze: "Yes."
The topic ends here.
Sang Yan got up and walked towards the kitchen.
After he left, Wen Yifan was sure that he did not reveal any flaws, and his back was obviously loosened. At this moment, she still has a sense of relief after being called by the teacher to answer the question.
…
The two went out at about the same time.
After entering the elevator, Wen Yifan habitually leaned against the inner wall of the innermost elevator. Noticing that Sang Yan was wearing her usual clothes again, she kind of wanted to ask him what job he found.
But because of what happened last night, Wen Yifan always felt uncomfortable and didn't even have the courage to talk to him.
The elevator goes down.
When going down to the seventh and eighth floors, Wen Yifan suddenly noticed that Sang Yan only pressed the first floor. She paused and took two steps forward, intending to press the key on the first floor by herself.
Walking to Sang Yan's side, just as Wen Yifan raised his hand, his wrist was held by him. He looked away from the phone and looked up at her, like a victim who had just been violated, habitually resisting.
"What do you want to do."
"..." Wen Yifan said, "Press the first floor."
Sang Yan let go of her hand: "Oh, take a few steps back."
Wen Yifan endured: "Okay."
"I'm in a good mood today. I'm just going to Shang'an." Sang Yan let go of her hand and said mercifully, "I'll take you for a ride by the way."
"… "
Although he has no backbone, but there are free rides, Wen Yifan doesn't really want to squeeze the subway. She smiled and replied with false gratitude: "Thank you then."
When they reached the negative first floor, the two got out of the elevator and walked to the underground parking lot.
Wen Yifan sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt. Every moment she approached Sang Yan, her brain was constantly reminding her of the hug last night.
So much so that she doesn't know how to deal with him now.
The car starts.
Silent all the way.
after awhile.
Maybe because she felt that something was wrong with her all day today, Sang Yan glanced in her direction several times. Then, he asked aloud, "Uncomfortable?"
Wen Yifan lay on the window and said warmly, "No."
It looked like I was in a bad mood.
It doesn't seem too comfortable.
Be quiet for a while.
Sang Yan said again, "Are you running out of energy when you were sleepwalking?"
Wen Yifan: "Huh?"
Sang Yan said in a condescending tone: "Isn't it very enthusiastic when I lifted my clothes last night?"
With his eyes still looking at the scenery outside the window, Wen Yifan let go of his thoughts and subconsciously replied, "I didn't lift your clothes last night."
After saying these words, after a long while, Wen Yifan realized that the atmosphere in the car became a little weird. She suddenly came back to her senses, realized what she had just said, and turned her head bluntly.
It happens to be a red light.
Sang Yan stopped the car, turned her head sideways, and slowly met her gaze. He looked at her meaningfully for a few seconds before saying, "How do you know?"