First Frost ( Requested )

With this move, Wen Yifan touched his bare arm in the air, as if carrying an electric current. It made her want to withdraw her hand, but she couldn't help moving forward.

From this angle, she couldn't see anything.

I can only notice that Sang Yan seems to lower his head. The chest was slightly undulating, broad and warm. Her breath was all occupied by the breath of his body.

Isolated from the world around you.

At this moment, Wen Yifan felt that what was missing in his heart seemed to be gradually being filled by something. A sense of stability seemed to appear, and she was wrapped in strands.

Like a temperature that only he can transmit.

Just one point is enough.

Wen Yifan forcibly controlled his emotions, allowing his breathing to be smooth and regular.

She did not dare to hold it for too long.

After all, pretending to be unconscious and acting like this to others is not a glorious thing.

Wen Yifan was about to let go.

At this moment, she noticed with her peripheral light that Sang Yan raised her hand slowly. Wen Yifan's expression paused, his emotions abated in an instant, and the words she had said to him flashed through his brain.

——"If there are still such things in the future, you can just punch me directly."

The sense of guilt also rose to the top.

Before his "fist" fell, Wen Yifan pretended to retract his hand naturally. She didn't look at his face, turned around slowly, and walked in the direction of the master bedroom.

Sang Yan's voice came from behind.

He seemed to be used to it. He didn't take this as a big deal in his tone, and his tone was lazy: "Hold this time today?"

"..." Wen Yifan didn't stop at all.

Just walked to the door of the master bedroom.

According to the description given to her by her previous university roommate, Wen Yifan tried his best to make her actions seem mechanical and rigid. She slowly pulled the doorknob and walked into the room.

Wen Yifan's spirit only relaxed slightly until the sound of closing the door.

Wen Yifan walked back to the bed and sat down, his expression dull. After a while, she fell back, plunged into the soft mattress, and stared at the ceiling blankly.

Three seconds later, she seemed to have finally reacted, grabbing the pillow next to her and covering her face.

Wen Yifan rolled around and sat up suddenly.

The entire face turns red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

she was.

just.

Done.

what?

She really pretended to sleepwalk just now and hugged Sangyan?

She really took advantage of Sang Yan?

she was! how! meeting! Hug him!

Unable to believe that he would do such a thing, Wen Yifan's mood was a little broken. She stared at the void and suddenly started to mutter to herself: "I'm drunk."

"Correct."

"I am drunk."

"Drinking mistakes."

"I won't drink anymore."