First Frost ( Requested )

The rest of the words seemed to be stuck, and the room fell silent for a moment.

Sang Yan's eyelashes moved. From his perspective, only Wen Yifan's slightly messy hair and drooping eyelashes can be seen. His Adam's apple slid up and down, and said dumbly, "What are you doing?"

Wen Yifan did not answer.

Sang Yan's hair was still wet.

The water droplets on the ends of the hair slipped from the side of her face, dripped down her chin, and smashed a few into her hair. He stared at it, then slowly raised his hand, rubbing it lightly with his fingertips.

As if not aware of it, she did not respond.

Wen Yifan was not born short, his height was about the level of his chin, but his skeleton was thin and his body was barely fleshy. At this time, his face was leaning against his chest, and his hands were holding his waist. The strength was neither light nor heavy.

The sense of existence is as strong as a drop of hot lava falling on the body.

Lasted more than ten seconds.

"Can you give me a precise word?" Sang Yan said again, not serious, "How long are you going to hold?"

As soon as the voice fell, Wen Yifan immediately let go.

She took a slow step back, not looking at Sang Yan, and muttered a few words in her mouth. The words are like rolling across the tongue, which sounds vague.

Sang Yan did not hear clearly: "What are you talking about."

But Wen Yifan did not speak any more.

As if she had done nothing, she turned around and walked slowly towards the master bedroom. Seeing calm and composure, as if she suddenly ran out to hug him in the middle of the night, it was an extremely normal and natural thing.

Unexpectedly, she could give such a reaction, Sang Yan's eyebrows jumped, and there was a ridiculous meaning in his words.

"Wen Yifan?"

At the same time, Wen Yifan just walked to the door of the second bedroom. Her footsteps stopped, she seemed to hear his voice, but her eyes were placed in the direction of Sang Yan's room, and she froze for a few seconds.

She retracted her gaze and continued to move forward.

"..."

With a sound of closing the door, the two were isolated.

Sang Yan still stood in place: "?"

The scene seemed to stand still.

After a few seconds, the towel slipped off his shoulders and fell to the floor with a clatter.

Sang Yan retracted his thoughts, bent over and picked it up.

The white light in the living room is bright, dazzling and dazzling. The surroundings were silent, so quiet that you could hear the air flowing slowly, and Wen Yifan's short-lived breath seemed to dissipate.

It's like a dream.

Woke up the next day.

Wen Yifan's bad mood and discomfort completely disappeared, and he felt like he had been charged for a night, and he was restored to the original after waking up. She sat up and sat on the bed for a while to wake up, thinking wildly that sleeping was the ultimate weapon.

Just sleep, all bad moods can be digested.

Wen Yifan picked up the phone and got up and went into the toilet. She used to read the news for a while, then opened WeChat and took a look. Going down, noticed that Sang Yan sent her a WeChat message at around nine o'clock last night.