First Frost ( Requested )

There was a bright, warm yellow light in front of the room, a little dazzling. The sound of air conditioning, the rustle of drizzle, and the sound of ambiguous swallowing can be heard in the ear.

Wen Yifan raised his head slightly, and felt that his thoughts became sluggish after bearing this strange and unspeakable touch. She couldn't separate the energy to think about Sang Yan's words, and her whole body moved with his actions.

Sang Yan's body was hard, like a silent envelope, mixed with familiar breath that made her indulged. There was still water vapor on her body, and the water at the tips of her hair gathered, dropping a few points from time to time, slightly cool.

It is so warm that it sinks uncontrollably.

But because of this coldness, he was a little sober.

Wen Yifan looked confused, staring at the light in front of him, and moved down again. Noting that Sang Yan's clothes were still in order, she held his head and her voice trembled: "Sang Yan, you didn't turn off the lights..."

Sang Yan raised his head after hearing the sound.

Under the bright light.

The man's complexion is cold and white, his lips are darker, and he has beautiful water stains. The eyebrows are sharp, the inner double is shallow, and the pupil color is high-purity black. At this time, he was lusted, his facial features were sharp but not diminished, and his aggressiveness seemed to be multiplied.

Like a blatant aggressor.

"Turn off the lights?" Sang Yan let go, and the hem of his clothes fell down and returned to the original place. His voice was slightly heavy, with a little smile, "Then what do you think of me?"

"..."

When the words fell, Sang Yan's body lay back, lying down on the bed. He also pulled her wrists and brought them in his direction. She was unprepared, her upper body leaned forward, half lying on his body.

During this period, Wen Yifan's injury on his right leg was inadvertently rubbed off by his pants.

A slight tingling sensation.

Wen Yifan frowned subconsciously.

Sang Yan paused when he noticed her appearance. He let go of her wrist, his gaze dropped, and he suddenly reacted: "Have you hit a wound?"

Before Wen Yifan could speak, he sat up.

"Come here and I have a look."

Wen Yifan whispered: "I didn't touch it much, it doesn't hurt."

Sang Yan didn't speak, but just held her knee and stared at the wound on her thigh.

It has been three or four days.

The scabs had already formed in several places, and the color became dark, because it was a little red and swollen because of the water, and only two deep wounds were left with shallow bloodshot eyes. Her complexion was white to reflective, making the wound serious and shocking.

At this moment.

Sang Yan instantly felt that he was the "beast" he just said.

Her leg injury is not healed.

And just told myself about those experiences.

He hasn't considered whether she will dislike such things.

After a while.

Sang Yan gradually straightened up, the desire in his eyes seemed to remain undecided, and at this moment he felt a little regretful. He straightened his lips, raised his eyelashes and stared at Wen Yifan's eyes, and said directly: "Sleep."