First Frost ( Requested )

The day outside was completely bright, but the curtains were closed tightly, and the living room looked groggy. As December approaches, the temperature in Nanwu has dropped again, and the temperature difference between morning and afternoon is even greater.

Wen Yifan was already sitting on the sofa next to Sang Yan. It wasn't long before she woke up now, wearing only thin long-sleeved trousers. I felt a little cold when I took off my coat, and I shivered unconsciously.

The emotion on Sang Yan's face gradually receded, and there was no extra movement.

Approaching in his direction, Wen Yifan slowed down his actions, and while waiting for the words he stopped, he moved so little by little. But when he was only half a meter away from Sang Yan, he still didn't say a word, only looking at her with interest.

Wen Yifan had to stop and waited quietly for a while.

Like watching a play, Sang Yan remained unchanged.

"..."

Wen Yifan didn't wait to stop him, and calmly gave himself a step down: "Now you should understand, if you don't lock the door, this situation will probably happen."

Sang Yan smiled: "What's the situation?"

The distance is close, his presence is strong and strong, and Wen Yifan doesn't have the courage to talk about anything just now. She looked up at the time and broke the subject: "Then I will get ready for work."

Sang Yan tilted his head and said lazily: "Isn't this nothing happened?"

"..." Wen Yifan looked at him.

Most of the blanket on Sang Yan slipped to the ground, but he didn't mean to pick it up at all. His arrogant eyebrows, his expression arrogant and domineering, he looked at the sky without fear, and he seemed to ignore her words at all.

Wen Yifan didn't care about him, bent down and helped him pick up the blanket. She was holding one corner of the blanket, and when she was about to say something, she suddenly felt the other end of the blanket being pulled hard.

She was caught off guard before letting go.

The body was taken forward, and the whole person half threw himself on Sang Yan's body.

The safety distance was broken.

Wen Yifan held his breath and subconsciously supported the cushion beside him. But the cushion was not enough, and the tip of her nose touched Sang Yan's chin and gently rubbed it. She raised her head subconsciously, and suddenly met Sang Yan's dark eyes.

His breath, including his whole person, was hot.

For a while, Wen Yifan forgot to react.

Sang Yan's eyes were heavy, mixed with ambiguity. The outline of his Adam's apple was deep and it rolled down obviously. Then, his gaze dropped, fixed on her lips, freeze frame for two seconds, and then pulled up again.

Inexplicably, Wen Yifan felt a little dry mouth.

"What?" Sang Yan said suddenly, his voice was a little dumb, "Dare you this time?"

...

These words instantly pulled Wen Yifan's reason back, and she stepped back and sat up straight. At the moment of chaos, she didn't even understand what Sang Yan's words meant, and she rashly denied: "Don't dare."

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes without changing his face.

Wen Yifan said vaguely, "Next time."

"..."