First Frost ( Requested )

The distance between the two narrowed in an instant.

The familiar breath of the man was pressed down, and his eyebrows were close at hand.

His eyes are thin inner pairs, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, with an inherent sharpness. When I stare at people, I always seem to be scrutinizing, aloof, affectionate and indifferent.

At this moment, leaning down and looking at her level, there is a sense of distance missing.

Wen Yifan leaned back to the inner wall of the elevator again and looked back at him, without evading his sight. Her thoughts seemed to be muddy, and she couldn't turn around. She only felt that his words would not be a good suggestion, and sternly replied: "I don't have this plan yet."

Sang Yan straightened up, the curvature of his lips didn't stop, and he didn't know whether he believed it or not.

After thinking about it, Wen Yifan couldn't control it, and officially added: "I will let you know when I have it in the future."

"..."

After that, Wen Yifan didn't wait for his response, calmly lifted his foot and walked out. She felt that she was walking quite steadily, but her footsteps seemed heavy, struggling to lift, and she felt like stepping on cotton.

Sang Yan finally realized that there was something wrong with her: "How much did you drink tonight."

Wen Yifan stopped: "A cup."

Sang Yan: "What's a cup?"

Wen Yifan shook his head: "I don't know."

Sang Yan frowned, his tone was not very good: "If you don't know, just drink it?"

Wen Yifan: "Xiao Tian gave it to me."

She is like a robot, asking what and answering what, looking at the usual difference. If it weren't for just those words, Sang Yan couldn't tell that she was drunk.

Fearing that she would fall, Sang Yan stepped forward, reaching out to support her: "Stand well."

Seeing his actions, Wen Yifan stepped back subconsciously, raising his hand and pressing the hat of the sweater again: "Sang Yan."

"?"

Staring at his eyes, Wen Yifan's lips straightened, and some very sincere words came out inexplicably, as if to get him closer: "I think I have treated you well this time."

Sang Yan's movements stopped slightly.

Then she continued to say: "I didn't refute anything you said, and I still obeyed."

Sang Yan retracted his hand and said lightly: "What do you want to say."

"So I want to discuss with you." Wen Yifan felt a little nauseous again, approached him, and felt more comfortable when he smelled his body. "Can you please stop me."

Sang Yan: "?"

"I think," Wen Yifan paused, "take a breath."

"..."

At the same time that these words fell, Sang Yan noticed that she kept pressing on her hat. Because of this, I remembered his previous behavior to Mu Chengyun. His mouth twitched, a little speechless, and grabbed her arm.

Wen Yifan's hands were still frozen, and his body language was vigilant.

"Okay," Sang Yan snorted, but moved lightly, "Don't touch your hat."

"..."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked half-belief and gradually put down his hand.

Sang Yanxu helped her to walk towards the door. Looking at her profile, he lowered his eyes again, staring at her soft as if boneless arms, and said in a low voice, "You are not that treatment."