After the last time, the sound of rain outside the window also seemed to stop.
Wen Yifan rested his face on Sang Yan's chest, still holding him tightly. She felt that she had no energy all over her body, and she was sweating all over, which made her extremely uncomfortable.
I just feel hot and sleepy and tired.
In this situation.
Wen Yifan also noticed that Sang Yan picked up the remote control and turned off the air conditioner.
She immediately raised her head, her voice a little hoarse: "Why is it closed?"
"I'll open again later." Sang Yan's broken hair in front of her forehead was still wet, her eyes darkened, and her eyebrows still had the lust that didn't fade away after sex, "I'm sweating, I'm afraid you catch a cold."
After staring at him and tossing for half a night, Wen Yifan's mood was a little unspeakable. She thought for a while, but still called him: "Sang Yan."
"Huh?" Sang Yan tugged at the clothes next to her and was about to put them on.
Wen Yifan slowly made a request: "Can you help me take a bath."
"… "
The last time I heard this was when she was too drunk to sober up. Sang Yan looked down at her and smiled after two seconds: "Wen Shuangjiang, are you ashamed?"
I didn't see you ashamed when you just turned off the lights.
Wen Yifan thought to himself.
Thinking of having to take a bath by himself, Wen Yifan even thought that he just fell asleep. But she couldn't stand the sticky feeling, so she looked up at him: "Then I don't have the strength."
Sang Yan stared at her lazily, as if to see what else she could say.
I feel that this reason is not strong enough.
Wen Yifan added: "And if I take a bath myself, I will get wounds."
"Wen Shuangjiang, you are a squeamish bag." Sang Yan put on her pants at will, hugged her up, and walked towards the bathroom, "How old you are, you need someone to help you take a bath."
"..." Wen Yifan couldn't help but say, "That's not you—"
She suddenly reacted, swallowed the rest of the words, and was embarrassed to continue.
Sang Yan smiled: "It's not me? Finished."
Wen Yifan said nothing.
After entering the bathroom, Sang Yan glanced around, feeling that this squeamish bag probably didn't even want to stand. He simply pulled a towel, spread it on the sink, and carried her up.
Sang Yan picked up Wen Yifan's towel, dipped it in warm water, and slowly helped her clean up.
Wen Yifan felt comfortable being served by him, and his eyelids gradually sank. She was sleepy, looked at his face, and muttered, "Sang Yan, have you really done this before?"
"..." Sang Yan raised her hand and pinched her face, "What do you say?"
"I really felt just now," Wen Yifan felt that he should give some evaluation, thought for a while, and slowly expressed his feelings just now, "I'm here to prostitute."
"Isn't that what you said my service did not meet the charging standard," Sang Yan pulled the corner of his lower lip, and said, "Then I have to play a bit, otherwise what should I do if I lose my job?"
"… "
"Also," Sang Yan said succinctly, "this is my first time picking up a guest."
Wen Yifan blinked lightly.
"In this life," Sang Yan raised her eyelashes, rubbed the corners of her red eyes with her fingertips, and lowered her head to kiss her, "you are the only guest."
…
After leaving the bathroom, Sang Yan took a random piece of clothes from her duffle bag and put it on Wen Yifan. He put her on the other bed, and then walked to the table, making small movements as if he was holding something.
Wen Yifan whispered, "Go to bed early."
After that, he ignored him again, pulled up the quilt on his own, and got into the quilt.
Wen Yifan couldn't sleep at home alone because of quarreling with Sang Yan for the past two days. At this moment, her spirit relaxed, and a very strong sleepiness swept over her.
At this moment, Wen Yifan's only desire was to sleep.
But as soon as she closed her eyes, the bed was not even warm, and the next moment she felt that she was caught again.
Wen Yifan struggled to open his eyes.
I saw Sang Yan grabbing the hem of her clothes again and pulling it up.
"… "
Wen Yifan was stunned.
She is, I really don't know, where does Sang Yan get so much energy.
Didn't this just take a shower? ! !
"Sang Yan," Wen Yifan said politely, "do you know what time it is?"
"Huh? Three o'clock." Probably hearing what she meant, Sang Yan glanced at her, her hands still moving, "What are you thinking, you sleep."
Wen Yifan didn't know what he wanted to do.
It took him a moment to watch, but he didn't care about him, and he was soon allowed to go.
She was so sleepy that she almost fell asleep when she closed her eyes.
While in a daze, Wen Yifan could feel Sang Yan pulling her clothes to her collarbone, and he turned on the lamp next to her. After an unknown amount of time, she heard him dragging his tail and muttering to himself, "What should I do? It's broken."
"… "
"It's medicine again."
During this sleep, Wen Yifan fell into a drowsy sleep, only to feel that he had made up for the sleep of the past few days, and his tiredness had also dissipated most of it.
Wen Yifan opened his eyes slowly, feeling aches and pains all over his body, but the discomfort between his legs has dissipated a lot. She raised her head a little and saw that she was lying in Sang Yan's arms at the moment.
He didn't know how long he had been awake. At this time, he was holding her in one hand, and the other hand was casually playing with his mobile phone, as if to pass the time.
Sensing her movement, Sang Yan looked down at her: "Awake?"
Wen Yifan asked subconsciously, "What time is it?"
Sang Yan: "Four o'clock."
"..." As if he couldn't believe his ears, Wen Yifan's eyelashes moved, and he said, "Four o'clock in the afternoon? Aren't you hungry? Why didn't you call me."
"Why didn't you shout? You girl is too angry when you wake up. You shout three times and get angry with me ten times." Sang Yan raised her eyebrows slightly and put down her phone, "Go wash quickly, and then let's go out for a meal."
Hearing what he said, Wen Yifan recalled that he seemed to have called him several times while he was half asleep. She was a little embarrassed, got up obediently, and went into the bathroom.
Picking up the toothbrush, Wen Yifan squeezed some toothpaste on it. While brushing her teeth, she looked up at the mirror, and suddenly noticed that the skin on her collarbone was covered with large hickeys, and there were even two scattered spots on her neck.
"… "
Wen Yifan stared at it for a long time, then bit the bullet and continued to brush his teeth.
Just after washing her face, Sang Yan also entered the bathroom at this moment.
Wen Yifan looked at him.
Sang Yan seems to have washed up a long time ago, but just came in to wash her hands at this time. Noticing her gaze, he tilted his head to look at her from top to bottom, and then said slowly, "Look at what I'm doing."
"There are traces here, and the clothes can't stop it." Wen Yifan didn't believe he couldn't see it, but he pointed at his neck in a good-natured way and reminded, "I can't go out."
"Oh." Sang Yan stared at the part she pointed, took a tissue and wiped the water off her hand, "You are blaming me."
"… "
Wen Yifan felt that he just wanted to remind him.
In this way, he can pay attention in the future, and don't kiss traces in these places. Why does he act like she is the kind of person who turns her face after sleeping.
Afterwards, Sang Yan picked her up and put her on the sink again. He bent down slightly, got closer, continued to look at the marks on her neck, and said playfully, "What should I do then?"
Wen Yifan pretended to be calm: "I'll take a look at it later-"
"I've already kissed, how can I settle the account in the autumn." Sang Yan's voice was low, raised her hand to the back of her neck, and pushed in her direction quietly, "But it's okay, I'm very fair."
"… "
"How about that?"
Wen Yifan raised his head to meet the position of his Adam's apple. Completely different from her, he didn't leave any traces on his body, he looked white and clean.
"Um?"
Sang Yan continued to press her, pushing her inch by inch, chuckling softly.
"You give me a kiss now."
…
The two changed their clothes and did not delay after that.
out of the room.
Wen Yifan looked at Sang Yan quietly, noticed the hickey on the right side of his Adam's apple, and suddenly recalled what happened in the bathroom just now. She looked away guiltily and asked, "What would you like to eat?"
"Didn't you go to college here before?" Sang Yan said lazily, "You recommend one."
"Do I recommend it?" Wen Yifan suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile, "When I was in college, I liked a nearby @tiao shop. Because it was delicious and cheap, I often would Come."
Sang Yan hummed: "Then eat this one."
After leaving the hotel, Wen Yifan led him in the lead and showed him the way.
I thought it would be smooth, but Wen Yifan had been out of the city for several years, and some nearby stores had been sold and rebuilt, the roads were also renovated, and many things had changed.
Therefore, although Wen Yifan had walked through this area hundreds of times, he was a little dazed at the moment.
Continue forward until you reach an intersection.
Wen Yifan hesitated, but decided to go to the right by feeling.
At this time, Sang Yan suddenly said, "Wrong way."
"..." Wen Yifan turned his head, "Huh?"
"When I came, I saw a @Tiaodian nearby. I don't know if it was the one you mentioned." Sang Yan raised his chin in the other direction and wrote lightly, "Go over there."
"Really?" Wen Yifan was not sure at first, but when he said it, he was shaken, and walked in the direction he said, "then go this way. I haven't been here for a long time, and I don't know the way very well. ."
Going straight forward along this street, and passing through two or three alleys, the two found this @tiao shop in an alley. The store looks very old, the light in the store is dim, and the decoration atmosphere looks bad.
But business is good inside.
It was nearly half past five, and there were already quite a few students sitting inside.
Find a place to sit.
The boss is a middle-aged woman with a kind smile. As soon as he saw a guest, he came over and asked, "Classmate, what would you like to eat?"
Soon, the boss noticed Wen Yifan's appearance and seemed to remember her, and greeted her with a smile: "Hey, long time no see. It's been so many years since you graduated, and you still come to take care of my business?"
Wen Yifan also smiled and nodded: "Just come here."
Having said that, Wen Yifan pointed to the menu on the wall and let him see what he wanted to eat.
Sang Yan said casually, "Just order it."
Hearing the sound, the boss looked at Sang Yan next to him, looked at him for a while, and asked cheerfully, "Handsome guy, have you eaten here before?"
Sanyan looked up.
Wen Yifan was stunned: "No, it's his first time here."
"Ah." The boss didn't care too much, "I feel a little familiar, maybe I remember it wrong."
Sang Yan nodded lightly and did not speak.
After ordering, the two chatted for a while.
Sang Yan asked vaguely, "Does it still hurt?"
"… "
Wen Yifan paused and immediately realized what he meant.
She lowered her head uncomfortably: "It's okay."
After realizing it at this moment, he once again regretted his provocative remarks last night.
It didn't take long for Sang Yan to answer the phone, and it seemed like a colleague was calling from his tone. He was still sitting in the same position, listening lazily, but speaking in a more serious tone than usual.
Wen Yifan didn't bother him, but he had nothing to do, so he simply started Weibo.
A long time passed.
Sang Yan ended the call: "What are you looking at?"
Wen Yifan happened to swipe a funny Weibo and handed it over to him: "Look at this, it's quite funny."
Sang Yan took the phone, and in the process, his fingertips inadvertently touched the "message" column. He lowered his eyes and met the news list on Wen Yifan's Weibo. Noticing one of the news, he moved his eyebrows and clicked in subconsciously.
I saw the two private messages Wen Yifan sent earlier.
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows while watching.
The first one was returned by the blogger as "received", but the latest one did not receive a response.
Looking pathetic.
[Anonymous typing, how to chase the person you offended?]
Sang Yan pondered for a moment, and then slowly entered three words.
Click Send.
Wen Yifan, who was sitting opposite, noticed his actions.
Seeing that he seemed to start typing, she was a little stunned, but she felt that there was nothing shameful in her phone. She was a little puzzled and asked, "Are you typing?"
Sang Yan hooked her lips, hummed confidently, and handed the phone back to her.
Wen Yifan lowered his eyes and immediately met the private message interface between himself and the chat blog.
"… "
For a moment, Wen Yifan remembered what she had said before. She was a little embarrassed, and she only had time to see that Sang Yanfa's last two words were "arrived", and subconsciously thought it was "caught up".
She backed out immediately.
It just so happened that the dishes came up at this time.
Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.
While Sang Yan was pouring water, Wen Yifan picked up his phone again and opened Weibo again.
The interface just now has not been closed.
Wen Yifan saw at a glance that what Sang Yan sent was.
[Sleep.]
"… "