His lips were warm, like an electric current, covering her lips, moving again and again. It seems that he wants to restrain himself, but he is very eager, and his dissatisfaction is only this.
It's different from the past few kisses like water.
All of a sudden, Sang Yan pressed her chin down, pushed her tongue apart between her teeth, and probed in hard. His men moved and pressed against the back of her head, so that she would not have the slightest room to retreat.
Little by little, the extremely hot breath was fed into her mouth.
Wen Yifan was a little breathless.
Wen Yifan opened his eyes, his mind went blank, and he didn't know how to respond. She grabbed his clothes uncontrollably, as if looking for a point of attachment, his strength to support.
At this moment, she can only give everything to him.
Lead by him.
Neither of them had any extra experience.
This kiss is green, but the strength is rough and warm. The teeth knocked against the lips inadvertently, bringing a little tingling feeling, which made the feeling more real. However, Sang Yan did not restrain at all, as if being stimulated, her actions became more presumptuous.
The lust in his eyes is undisguised.
I do not know how long it has been.
Sang Yan bit the tip of her tongue lightly, then stopped.
The lips and teeth of the two were separated, and the distance was still not far away.
Wen Yifan's breathing became a little faster, he raised his eyes, and noticed that his usual pale lips were now as red as blood. Further up, the man's eyes were full of emotion, obscure and unclear.
It seems that the next second will be transformed into the original form, and she will be completely dismantled into the abdomen.
Sang Yan lowered her eyelashes, raised her hand, and slowly rubbed the water stain on her lips with her fingertips. His movements were light and slender, like a seductive seduction. After a while, he said hoarsely, "Are you hungry?"
Because of his sudden words, Wen Yifan subconsciously snorted.
"I can't do two things at the same time. So, do you want me to warm up some porridge for you first, or," Sang Yan paused, looking condescending, "Kiss you for a while?"
…
It was ten minutes before we left the kitchen.
Wen Yifan didn't accompany him to warm the porridge, and sat back on the sofa by himself. She felt dry mouth inexplicably, and stopped after pouring a whole glass of water. As soon as the spirit relaxed, the memory was pulled back to the scene ten minutes ago.
After listening to Sang Yan's words, Wen Yifan just stared at him quietly.
Then, without saying a word, he raised his hand and hooked his neck, pressing down...
"… "
Thinking of this, Wen Yifan poured another glass of water and continued to pour it down. Her lips were hot and numb, and the feeling was too deep to ignore, reminding her of the kiss just now.
next moment.
Sang Yan came out of the kitchen and shouted lazily, "Come here."
Wen Yifan quickly put down the water glass, got up and walked to the table. She was still a little uncomfortable because of the intimate actions of the two just now, and she didn't dare to put her eyes on him at this time.
Sang Yan: "Go get a bowl."
Wen Yifan obediently walked to the kitchen and took two sets of tableware. Back at the dining table, when he faced Sang Yan's face, he saw that the corner of his lips had been bitten, and a little blood was oozing out at this moment.
"… "
Wen Yifan immediately lowered his eyes.
Sang Yan didn't seem to notice at all.
The cool white complexion made the redness even more striking.
Wen Yifan couldn't help reaching out and quickly rubbed the corner of his lips lightly.
Sang Yan looked at her: "?"
The traces faded a little later, Wen Yifan withdrew his gaze, and there was a thought that if it was wiped off, it was equivalent to not existing: "It's got something."
Quiet for a few seconds.
Sang Yanyi pointed out: "What can I get?"
"… "
"Where did I just touch this?"
Perhaps it was a psychological effect, and Wen Yifan felt his lips start to heat again. She lowered her eyes and said calmly, "It's just the sauce that I accidentally got on it. I got rid of it."
As soon as these words fell, Wen Yifan felt that his lips were also touched by him.
She looked up.
Sang Yan hooked her lips and explained leisurely: "You got it too."
"… "
Wen Yifan immediately understood what he meant.
For a moment, I felt that the heat had spread to my cheeks and to my ears.
I don't know if it was because I drank too much water or what, but Wen Yifan didn't feel any hunger at the moment. She only filled half a bowl, and after eating, she sat next to him and looked at him, glancing at the wound on the corner of his lips from time to time.
sneakily.
Sang Yan didn't realize anything because of her actions.
Wen Yifan didn't know what to say when he saw the wound in the mirror for a while.
It's not too early.
Sang Yan urged: "Go to sleep after eating, don't you have to go to work later?"
I haven't sat and talked with him for several days, and Wen Yifan wanted to stay with him for a while. She nodded, but there was no sign of leaving. She braced her face, still staring at him.
The small wound no longer oozes blood, and it doesn't look as obvious as before. Thinking about it this way, Wen Yifan didn't quite know if there was this wound on his lips.
There doesn't seem to be any pain.
I just remember that his relatives are really strong, similar to the way he rubs people's heads.
But it didn't hurt her too much.
It's been a while.
Sang Yan suddenly stopped his chopsticks and leaned back: "Hey, how long are you going to watch?"
Wen Yifan returned to God.
"Want to continue?"
"… "
Before she could answer, Sang Yan took her into his arms again and lightly touched her lips. He backed away and commented with a low smile, "Your kissing skills are so bad, it hurts me so much."
Wen Yifan opened his mouth: "Then I'm not—"
Sang Yan interrupted her directly: "Practice more."
The next moment, his lips and tongue fell again, forcefully occupying her.
As soon as he entered the room, Wen Yifan's first reaction was to go to the dressing table and look at himself in the mirror. Her lips were naturally red, and now they were darker and swollen.
The marks of being ravaged are heavy.
But it wasn't as severe as Sang Yan's skin was.
Wen Yifan pursed his lips, feeling that he was familiar from head to toe now, and the whole body was full of Sang Yan's breath. She was completely sleepy, and suddenly noticed the Valentine's Day gift she had bought earlier.
At this time, she put it on the bedside table.
Opening the box, there are two bracelets of the same style.
Wen Yifan blinked, and slowly put one of them on for himself. Thinking that she has to go to work when she wakes up, Sang Yan probably hadn't woken up when she went out, and she didn't know whether to work overtime at night...
She pulled down her sleeves, hid the chain in it, and got up and left the room.
The living room was empty.
Sang Yan looked like she had already returned to her room.
Wen Yifan walked to the door of his room and knocked hesitantly.
Sang Yan's voice immediately came: "The door is not locked."
She twisted the door handle, opened a small gap, and met Sang Yan on the bed. He was still lying, but turned his head slightly and looked at her: "Just come in in the future."
Wen Yifan closed the door and carried the gift behind him: "I'm not afraid that you are changing clothes or something."
Sang Yan is indifferent: "So what?"
Without waiting for her to speak, the next moment, Sang Yan suddenly said again: "You're okay."
Wen Yifan raised his eyes: "Huh?"
He spit out two words slowly: "Rough, violent."
"… "
Wen Yifan instantly understood that he saw the wound on the corner of his lips. She looked at his lips subconsciously again, and after thinking about it for a long time, she could only say one sentence: "Then I will be gentler in the future."
"..." Sang Yan looked at her and chuckled after a few seconds.
Thinking that he didn't come back until three o'clock last night, and that he didn't know what time he woke up to make porridge this morning, Wen Yifan didn't intend to disturb him for too long. She walked to the bed and sat down, handing the bag to Sang Yan: "Here it is."
Seeing this, Sang Yan sat up straight and raised her eyebrows: "What?"
Wen Yifan said seriously, "Valentine's Day gift."
"Oh." The corners of his lips curved slightly, and he reached out to take it, "Can you see now?"
"Can."
Sang-yeon took out the box from the bag, the box.
Inside is a red bracelet with a thin strap and a snowflake-shaped pendant underneath.
Sang Yan took it out and looked at it for a while. Afterwards, he looked at Xiang Wen Yifan again, and seemed a little amused: "Why do you like to dress me up with the things these girls wear."
"… "
It is indeed so.
Wen Yifan bit his head and said, "You won't be a girl if you wear it."
Looking at the snowflake pendant again, Sang Yan asked deliberately, "What does this snowflake mean."
Wen Yifan's face was a little hot, but he still answered honestly, "Shuangjiang."
Sang Yan was in a good mood and stretched out her hand in front of her: "put it on your partner."
Wen Yifan followed suit.
During this period, the bracelet that Wen Yifan had just put on his wrist also fell out.
Sang Yan's eyelashes moved slightly, grabbing her wrist without warning, and pulling her sleeve up. Only then did she discover that she was also wearing a bracelet of the same style, but the bottom ornament was different, a mulberry leaf.
He stared at it for two seconds, then said with a half-smile, "Couples?"
Wen Yifan let him watch, and lightly licked his lower lip: "Yes."
"Okay." Sang Yan held her chin and laughed to herself for a while, rubbing her wrist with her fingertips, "I'm happy to be a bitch today."
"… "
Then, Sang Yan gestured with his eyes: "The gift is in the bookcase, go get it yourself."
Wen Yifan blinked, got up and walked towards the bookcase. I saw a small box on one of them. A small card is inserted into the bow of the box, with a string of English written on it.
The man's handwriting was familiar and unfamiliar, just like before. The force penetrated the back of the paper, and the force of the pen was heavy, as if it was about to be punctured by the paper. As domineering as he is.
—ToFirstFrost.
Wen Yifan stared at the card and turned around after a few seconds: "Can you read it now?"
Sang Yan smiled: "Yes."
She reached out and opened it.
Inside is a voice recorder.
"Didn't you say that the recording pen is not good," Sang Yan's words seemed to mean something, "but I don't know what this thing is for. After recording, I can only listen to it on the computer?"
"No," Wen Yifan subconsciously wanted to teach him, "press here to directly—"
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Yifan suddenly understood. She looked into Sang Yan's eyes and silently swallowed the rest of the words: "Oh... this one, it seems to be true, can only be connected to the computer... "
Sang Yan calmly said, "That's it."
"… "
"Then remember to try it when you go back," Sang Yan said lazily, "if you have any problems, you can change it."
The implication is enough. Wen Yifan just wanted to go back and listen to what he recorded, and nodded immediately. She was about to go back to her room when she noticed a photo album on the shelf.
Wen Yifan's eyes were fixed, and he reached out and picked it up: "What is this?"
Sang Yan glanced at it, not knowing when this thing was brought here.
"University graduation photo."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan paused for a while before saying, "Can I take a look?"
Sang Yan raised her eyelashes again and nodded lightly. He sat on the table carelessly, with a condescending expression: "As for me, there is no place that you can't watch."
"..." Wen Yifan looked at him, "the other..."
He choked out a few more words: "Look at it later."
"… "
Wen Yifan walked back and sat next to him, then opened the album.
The first page is the group photo.
Wen Yifan found Sang Yan at a glance. He was wearing a black bachelor's uniform and was standing in the back row. The rest of the people had their lips curved and smiled, but he raised his chin slightly, looking a little impatient, as if someone grabbed him for a photo.
After staring at it for a while, Wen Yifan couldn't help but curl his lips.
Sang Yan leaned against the head of the bed and smiled at her. After a while, I remembered something: "Are you free on the night of the eighth day of the new year?"
Wen Yifan replied absentmindedly, "I'm not sure, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, Qian Fei is getting married." Sang Yan said, "Come over when you are free."
Qian Fei got married.
There should also be a lot of Sang Yeon's friends.
Wen Yifan then raised his head and replied, "Okay, I'll take a look at it then."
After speaking, Wen Yifan continued to look at the album.
She looked away, because of Sang Yan's words, she noticed Qian Fei standing beside him and the man on the other side. The man looked about as tall as Sang Yan, with peach blossom eyes, and the corners of his lips curved up naturally, giving him a natural feeling of gentleness.
The two of them standing together can almost steal people's attention in an instant.
Seeing this, Wen Yifan instantly remembered the rumors that Zhong Siqiao said, and subconsciously took a few more glances. She looked down and saw the list below. Sure enough, he saw the words "Duan Jiaxu" written next to "Sang Yan".
Seeing her watching for so long, Sang Yan simply came over to watch with her.
"What are you looking at?"
Wen Yifan pointed at Duan Jia Xu: "Is this Duan Jia Xu?"
Sang Yan's eyes paused slightly: "What?"
Wen Yifan commented: "It's quite handsome."
"… "
The surroundings fell silent.
Wen Yifan didn't notice anything wrong, and was about to turn the page to see if he could turn to Sang Yan from the other photos, when the man next to him moved his hand and suppressed her movement.
She looked up.
Sang Yan's lips straightened, and she said without emotion, "I didn't hear you clearly."
"what?"
"Who's handsome? Say it again."
Wen Yifan closed his mouth for a moment.
"So, you took my graduation photo here and looked at it for a long time," Sang Yan stopped, and after a few seconds, she laughed angrily, "Aren't you looking at me?"