This is like a scene that has been staged thousands of times in the depths of a dream, and it is like a scene that I never dared to imagine. It made her feel that the vain world was finally stable and stable, but she felt like she had entered an unreal fantasy.
As if opening his eyes again.
The two returned to the midsummer after the college entrance examination.
Nothing has happened yet.
That night, Che Xingde did not come back. Everything was done step by step, she did not have that kind of experience, nor did she change her college entrance examination plan. That night, she just made an appointment with Sang Yan to meet, and nothing else happened.
Wen Yifan lived every day with anticipation.
Every day I was waiting for the day when the admission results came out, when Sang Yan came to Beiyu again.
Thinking, he will come over and say something to her.
Maybe it was a confession, maybe it was to talk to her about the university, or maybe it was the same as before, just to see her once. No matter what, it will never be what it used to be.
It must not be, the two will be the prelude of each side from now on.
Wen Yifan raised his eyelashes slightly to meet his prominent Adam's apple, with a very clear arc. His kiss still landed on her forehead, the force was very light, with a very cherished meaning.
She blinked her eyes slowly, seeing the tears falling down her face, and subconsciously pressed the back of her hand to her eyes: "Che Xingde told me at the time that it was a shameful and shameful thing. My relatives also told me not to Call the police and say it's not good to hear it out."
"...I don't want you to know."
before that.
Wen Yifan had never heard someone say such ugly things to her.
No one ever used that word to describe her.
So even the victims.
It will also make her feel that she is really like that in the eyes of other people.
Wen Yifan pursed his lower lip and said with all his strength, "If only I had said so at the time."
Say all these things.
tell him.
What will they be like now
Sang Yan tore off her hand and wiped away the tears on her face little by little: "Wen Shuangjiang, what nonsense did you hear from that scum?"
Wen Yifan stared into his eyes.
"Listen, there's no shame or shame in this. You know?" Sang Yan also looked back at her and said word by word, "You did nothing wrong, you did a good job. You protected yourself, you are very brave."
You are magnanimous.
You can stand in the sun with impunity.
That kind of talent should live in the gutter.
Wen Yifan did not speak.
Sang Yan said again, "Did you hear that?" She pursed her lips and nodded.
Sang Yan's lips curled up, and she said slowly, "Okay, then I'll thank you."
Wen Yifan took a breath: "Thank you."
He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Ah Jiang, who protected me."
Wen Yifan looked stunned.
"Also, why is it too late to talk about this now?" Sang Yan's eyes were dark, and he pulled away from the topic in a timid way, "Maybe I don't want to fall in love at that time, and I don't plan to agree to you after you chase me."
Wen Yifan regained his senses, pursed his lips slightly, and couldn't hold back his smile after a few seconds. Her bad mood gradually dissipated with his words, and she spoke with a slight nasal voice: "It was obviously you who chased me before."
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows: "Don't you like me too?"
Wen Yifan was stunned for a moment, then nodded very seriously: "En."
"If you like it, go after you," Sang Yan smiled, and lowered her eyes to give her the medicine, her tone returned to her usual beating tone, "If you like it, you are still waiting for someone to come after you, why are you so good-looking girl?"
Wen Yifan looked at him: "Then I don't know how to chase people."
"… "
Sang Yan stopped and looked up: "I understand?"
Recalling his previous behavior, Wen Yifan said honestly, "Well, you seem quite experienced."
Sang Yan stared straight at her, and seeing that she really thought so, she felt itchy teeth for some reason. He couldn't help pinching her face, and said leisurely, "You can be quite irritating when you don't have a temper."
Wen Yifan had been pinched by him several times today, and he felt that his face was going to be stretched out by him. Adhering to the principle of you coming and going, she also raised her hand and pinched his face in a counterattack.
Sang Yan was very double-standard and glanced at her: "What are you doing?"
"I just," Wen Yifan paused, but didn't withdraw his hand, "touch your face."
"… "
Sang Yan didn't bother with her, and continued to help her deal with the wound. By the way, she asked, "Have you been applying medicine well these days?"
Wen Yifan: "Yeah."
"Locked the door before going to bed?"
"Um."
The two were chatting together.
After finishing the treatment, Wen Yifan got up from him.
Sang Yan sorted out the medicine bottle: "Go wash your face and eat."
Wen Yifan nodded and got up obediently.
After Wen Yifan came out of the bathroom, Sang Yan had already tidy up the things on the bed. He got up, bent over, took a change of clothes from his duffle bag, and quickly went into the bathroom to take a shower.
The bathroom is small and cramped.
Sang Yan put her clothes on the sink and began to undress absentmindedly.
After a few seconds, Sang Yan's movements stopped again.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Sang Yan froze in place, like a petrified sculpture. He stared at himself in the mirror, and what Wen Yifan had just said reappeared in his mind.
Every word was like a sharp blade, stabbing every corner of his body.
The brutality lurking in his bones could not be concealed at this moment.
——“I didn’t know what to do at the time, and no one helped me.”
——"Sang Yan, no one is on my side."
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he closed his eyes lightly.
…
Sitting at the table, Wen Yifan slowly bit his meal, feeling that Sang Yan took a longer bath this time than before. She looked in the direction of the bathroom from time to time, and recalled the conversation between the two just now.
After realizing it, he became worried, and he didn't know if it would affect his mood.
Wen Yifan ate something on the plane, but he wasn't really hungry at this time.
After a few mouthfuls, he put down his chopsticks.
Wen Yifan packed his lunch box, climbed back to bed and played with his phone for a while.
After a while, Sang Yan also came out of the bathroom. There was a towel on his head, his hair was wet and dripping with water. As soon as he came out, he glanced in her direction: "Are you full?"
Wen Yifan raised his eyes and noticed his expression: "I'm full."
Sang Yan hummed, took the phone, and sat next to her.
Wen Yifan was still lying on the bed, and observed his appearance for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, he breathed a sigh of relief and silently retracted his gaze.
She continued to swipe on Weibo and took the initiative to ask, "Then do you want to find a dog tomorrow?"
Sang Yan's tone was casual: "Look at it again, I have already told that kid to go back to Nanwu."
His appearance seemed a little indifferent, and the contrast between him before he came to Yihe was particularly strong. Wen Yifan thought it was a little strange, but he quickly came to a conclusion: "You're only at ease with Duan Jiaxu, aren't you?"
"Yes." Thinking of this, Sang Yanpi said with a smile, "That beast can really take care of children, and I am really ashamed of that kid who works harder than my own brother."
"..." Wen Yifan was stunned, "Why do you call people like that."
Sang Yan looked down at her phone, just in time to see the condolences from Duan Jiaxu not long ago.
Duan Jiaxu: [Is something wrong?]
"If you dare to do it, you have to bear it," Sang Yan didn't seem to think there was any problem, and said while returning the news, "What he's doing now is a beast, understand?"
Wen Yifan couldn't hold back and said, "Isn't this a natural thing to do?"
"Wen Shuangjiang, do you know how old this bastard was when she met my sister." Sang Yan looked at her, as if looking for a sense of identity, speaking very slowly, "Just a primary school student, less than ten years old. ."
Wen Yifan was not brought in by him, so he counted their ages: "When you were only ten years old, did you go to university?"
Sang Yan's tone was cool: "Not much."
He still seemed very unhappy, and Wen Yifan didn't mention it any further. She glanced at the screen of his mobile phone and saw that he was opening Alipay, looking like he was going to transfer money to someone.
Wen Yifan understood in an instant: "Are you only transferring living expenses?"
"That kid's elbow was severely turned out, and now his arm is broken." Sang Yan said lazily, "I'm too lazy to care about her, so I can only give her more money to go to the hospital to see a doctor."
"… "
Wen Yifan thought his appearance was a bit funny.
She was half on the bed, staring at his face.
Not long after, Wen Yifan suddenly noticed something was wrong. I couldn't see clearly outside just now, the light in the room brightened, and his complexion became paler after taking a shower, and everything became clear in an instant.
She immediately sat up, stared at the corner of his right eye, raised her hand and touched it: "Why is the corner of your eye broken?"
Hearing this, Sang Yan suddenly remembered something: "Oh."
Wen Yifan asked patiently, "How did you do it?"
Sang Yan said bluntly, "Duan Jiaxu beat him."
"..." Wen Yifan didn't react, "Why did he beat you?"
"I don't know," Sanyan paused and said slowly, "his temper is not very good."
Thinking that he had just sipped a beast, and that he was going back to Nanwu suddenly, Wen Yifan didn't believe him too much. She looked at him and gave a hesitant guess: "Did you fight him?"
Sang Yan looked at her sideways: "No."
"Then," Wen Yifan asked, "did you beat him?"
Sang Yan lifted her chin slightly, noncommittal.
But this gesture was obviously acquiescence. Thinking of how the two brothers and sisters didn't usually deal with each other, Wen Yifan always felt that this was a little calm: "Is it just that I didn't get angry with you?"
Sang Yan remained silent.
Wen Yifan understood: "Did you go back to Nanwu because of this?"
The room was quiet.
Sang Yan stared at her close eyebrows.
At this time, her fingertips were still in the corner of his eyes, staring at his wound intently and seriously. She had just taken a shower and was wearing short-sleeved shorts with her neck pulled down. The limbs were also exposed in the air, white and tender and soft.
Like a silent temptation.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Yifan shifted his gaze to meet his.
Instantly noticed the extremely ambiguous distance between the two.
Freeze for three seconds.
The next moment, as if unable to restrain her lust, Sang Yan suddenly pulled her into his arms. His kiss touched her lips directly, softly, accompanied by vague words.
"Why did I go back to Nanwu because of this? Do you have any conscience?"
"You know you're mad at me all day long," Sang Yan was very direct, pinching her chin and pressing down, the tip of her tongue poking in, sweeping across every corner, licking slowly, "I was so angry that I forgot to take my luggage. , I have to borrow underwear from that dog Duan Jiaxu."
"..." Wen Yifan was a little confused by his kiss, but he laughed again because of this.
Sang Yan stopped and was exasperated: "Can you be more serious?"
"Are you really wearing someone else's underwear?" As if he didn't want to break the atmosphere, Wen Yifan endured it, but thought it was funny, so he didn't stop laughing, "Then you can't buy one."
"New," Sang Yan stared at her and smiled, inexplicably also smiled, "Isn't that a purchase?"
After speaking, Sang Yan lifted her chin again and continued to kiss her.
The strength of his relatives was also heavy, and his hands gradually moved up to hold her face instead. Biting her lips and tongue again and again, as if she was going to eat people, her movements were extraordinarily lustful.
The man carried the very familiar sandalwood fragrance on his body, his body was generous and warm, and all the breaths seemed to be aggressive, occupying her in every way. His hair was still dripping with water, hitting her neck and sliding down.
It was icy cold, but it seemed to be charged with electricity.
This caused Wen Yifan to shrink involuntarily.
Sang Yan's palm was hot, and she poked inward along her clothes and up her abdomen until she touched her softness. With calluses on the pulp of his fingers, he rubbed it lightly and scraped it from the top.
Wen Yifan gasped involuntarily, his body stiffened, and subconsciously hooked his neck, feeling a little nervous.
But he didn't mean to resist.
But soon, probably noticing her condition, Sang Yan stopped. The hand that touched her also gradually moved down, and withdrew from her clothes. He still kissed her, as if he was venting his lust.
From the lips to the earlobes, along the neck, gently biting.
Slightly watery stains.
Wen Yifan hugged his head, knelt on top of him, and could clearly feel his hotness. She didn't dare to move, she froze in place to bear his actions.
After a long time, Sang Yan stopped and bit her lip in a vent.
Wen Yifan looked at him blankly: "Why did you stop?"
Sang Yan stared at her red lips, her Adam's apple slipped, and her voice was hoarse: "Aren't you on your period?"
These words instantly reminded Wen Yifan of the excuse she used to deal with Sang Yan. Feeling guilty again, she kissed his lips again and whispered, "I lied to you."
"… "
This is tantamount to acquiescence.
The small hotel room has a very charming atmosphere that seems to ferment.
Sang Yan opened her mouth and let her kiss. After a long while, he slowly let go of her lips, and his fingertips slipped down the back of her neck, all the way down her back to the hem of her clothes.
He twirled flirtatiously, then slowly hooked her dress upwards.
"Oh, that's why you went to great lengths to share the same room with me—"
Pull to the abdominal position.
"Then why pay it back," he continued with a deep desire in his eyes, hooking his lips, "I want to set two beds clearly."
"… "
Continue up.
Wen Yifan looked at the man in front of him, his mind went blank, and he felt a little dry mouth for some reason. She leaned against him subconsciously, craving for more unconsciously, but with unknown tension and unease.
In the next instant, Sang Yan's kiss fell on her collarbone, leaving little traces.
"Wen Shuangjiang, are you prostituting me?"
All senses are magnified.
Wen Yifan hooked his neck, gradually increasing his strength, holding back the sound in his throat. You can feel his lips continue to slide down, with a low, sexy, gasp like a catalyst.
"It's cheaper for you."