First Frost ( Requested )

The air is stagnant.

Half of Sang Yan's face was still buried in her hair, and her right hand grabbed her wrist and placed it in front of her. The actions are intimate and natural, as if they were treasures. But it seemed to be imprisoned, making her unable to move.

Pulling away her cocoon, tearing apart her last thoughts.

Wen Yifan's body was stiff, he clenched his fists, not even daring to breathe this time. She had never had such close contact with the opposite sex, and clearly felt her face burning.

Completely out of control.

It wasn't until she almost couldn't hold her breath that she slowly returned to her senses and let out a shallow breath.

Wen Yifan did not dare to act rashly, nor did he dare to look back at what he looked like at this time. For fear that he was awake, he would run into his long-awaited, meaningful gaze.

This stable situation can no longer continue.

It's like self-deception.

As long as she doesn't look back, he will never wake up.

Wen Yifan put all his attention on Sang Yan behind him. She couldn't put anything else in her mind, trying to use the frequency of his breathing to figure out how fast he was asleep.

It's been a few minutes.

As time stretched, her mood gradually became anxious.

I don't think I can just sit still like this.

Wen Yifan plucked up his courage and decided to try a second time.

Staring at the wrist held by Sang Yan, Wen Yifan raised his other hand, carefully breaking his fingers apart one by one. It wasn't until he returned his hand to the original position that her spirit relaxed a little.

She hesitated, then looked back.

The hair on Sang Yan's forehead was shredded, messy, and looked a bit less sharp than usual. His eyes were still closed, and his fine eyelashes covered them, and there was no more movement.

Wen Yifan instantly felt that dawn was imminent.

She retracted her gaze, sat up holding her breath, and moved towards the bed little by little.

Ten centimeters.

Five centimeters.

It's almost.

At the same time as his feet fell, Wen Yifan heard Sang Yan's slightly hoarse voice.

"Wen Yifan?"

"..."

Wen Yifan's mind instantly stuck, stopped for several seconds before turning back mechanically.

Hit Sang Yan's sight.

The world is quiet at this moment.

I don't know when to wake up, Sang Yan's expression is much clearer than just now, with an inexplicable inquiry. He also sat up, looked around and looked at her again: "Why are you here."

Before she could answer, Sang Yan said again. He seemed to be not getting enough sleep, his eyelids drooped slightly, his voice was low, and he was still getting up in his words: "Explain."

"..."

Wen Yifan closed his eyes.

She was about to get out of bed, and she was only a few steps out of this room.

As a result, Sang Yan just woke up.

Wen Yifan felt that his previous fears seemed like a joke.

It's better to wake him up at the beginning.