First Frost ( Requested )

After the last time, the sound of rain outside the window seemed to have stopped.

Wen Yifan leaned his face against Sang Yan's chest, and the strength to hold him was still not loosened. She felt that she didn't have any energy all over her body, and she was sweating, which was particularly uncomfortable.

I just feel hot, sleepy and tired.

In this situation.

Wen Yifan also noticed that Sang Yan picked up the remote control on the side and turned off the air conditioner.

She immediately raised her head, her voice hoarse: "Why is it off."

"I'll open it in a while." Sang Yan's broken hair on his forehead was still moist, his eyes were dull, and the **** between his eyebrows and eyebrows was still not fading after sex.

After staring at him for half a night, Wen Yifan's mood is a bit unspeakable. After thinking about it, she called him: "Sang Yan."

"Huh?" Sang Yan pulled the clothes next to him, just trying to put on her.

Wen Yifan slowly made a request: "Can you take a bath for me."

"..."

The last time I heard this, it was when she was too drunk to wake up. Sang Yan lowered his eyes to look at her, and smiled after two seconds: "Wen Shuangjiang, are you ashamed?"

You didn't see you ashamed when you didn't turn off the light.

Wen Yifan thought secretly.

Thinking of having to take a bath by himself, Wen Yifan even wanted to just go to sleep. But she really couldn't bear the feeling of stickiness and looked up at him: "Then I have no strength."

Sang Yan stared at her lazily, seeming to want to see what else she could say.

I feel that this reason is not strong enough.

Wen Yifan added: "And I will get wounds when I take a bath."

"Wen Shuangjiang, you are a squeamish bag." Sang Yan put on his pants casually, hugged her up, and walked towards the bathroom. "How old is it, someone needs to help take a bath."

"..." Wen Yifan couldn't help saying, "That's not you--"

She suddenly reacted and swallowed the rest of the words back, not embarrassed to continue speaking.

Sang Yan smiled: "It's not me what? Finished."

Wen Yifan didn't say a word.

Entering the bathroom, Sang Yan glanced around, feeling that this squeamish bag probably didn't even want to stand. He simply pulled a towel, spread it on the sink, and carried her up.

Sang Yan picked up Wen Yifan's towel, soaked it in warm water, and slowly helped her clean up.

Wen Yifan felt a little comfortable being served by him, and his eyelids were sinking. She held her sleepy, looked at his face, and muttered: "Sang Yan, have you really done this business before."

"..." Sang Yan raised his hand and pinched her face, "What are you talking about."

"I really felt it just now," Wen Yifan felt that he should always give some comment. After thinking about it, he slowly said how he felt just now, "I'm here for prostitution."

"Didn't you say that my service is not up to the charge standard," Sang Yan said with a corner of his lips, "Then I have to play a little bit, or what if I lose my job?"

"..."

"Also," Sang Yan said concisely, "I'm taking a guest for the first time."

Wen Yifan blinked lightly.