First Frost ( Requested )

Before the end of the National Day holiday, Su Haoan, as the initiator, held a high school classmate gathering.

The list of invitations was basically their classmates in the third year of high school, and Wen Yifan was not among them when he transferred as early as his second year of high school. But Su Haoan called her together, and Sang Yan and Zhong Siqiao both asked her if she wanted to go together.

Wen Yifan agreed quickly, but got busy with work and forgot about it on the day of the party. That day happened to be her holiday. After playing with her mobile phone in bed for a while, she fell asleep without knowing it.

I heard the movement of Sang Yan getting up and changing clothes in a daze.

After a few minutes, Sang Yan called her: "Wen Shuang, get up."

Wen Yifan responded perfunctorily: "Yes."

After a while, Sang Yan glanced at her: "I should be late if I don't get up again."

Wen Yifan pulled off the quilt, half-opened his eyes, thinking dullly. It didn't take long for her to react, and her tone was a little disturbed with displeasure: "I am resting today."

Sang Yan said concisely: "Party."

Wen Yifan also seemed to finally remember, glanced at the time, and then sat up. She didn't drag any more and went to wash in the toilet.

After Wen Yifan came out, he saw that Sang Yan had packed himself up, and he was sitting on the sofa in the master bedroom playing on his mobile phone. She flipped through a set of clothes casually, and talked to him as she changed it up, "Could I not go."

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes: "What?"

Wen Yifan: "Sleepy."

Sang Yan put the phone aside and leaned back in the chair lazily: "Why can I sleep like that? It makes me abuse you."

Wen Yifan walked over and lay down on him, his clothes half rolled up, his hands tied back with his underwear belt. She still looked sleepy, and nodded in agreement when she heard this: "You won't let me sleep."

"Can you make some sense? What do you mean by not letting you sleep?" Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and reached out and pulled her clothes down. "That tells you to invite me to stay up late, understand?"

"..."

Silent for a few seconds.

Sang Yan stared at her eyes, his fingertips slid up her back, and his voice owed again: "Can't you go out yet? If you can't go any further, I will help you how to tie it."

Wen Yifan also looked at him, oh, turned his back after a few seconds: "I haven't tied it yet."

"..."

She yawned, "You help me tie it."

"..."

After changing his clothes, Wen Yifan sat down at the dressing table and started putting on makeup. Sang Yan was still sitting in her original position and looked at her carelessly: "When can you change your anger when you get up?"

Wen Yifan turned his head: "Huh?"

"When I don't sleep enough, I will turn my face and refuse to recognize people." Sang Yan looked condescending, and tweeted softly, speaking as if he was condemning, "When I asked you to get up, I didn't dare to squeak too much."

"Then you," Wen Yifan thought for a while, but he didn't think he was afraid, "Don't call me to get up?"

"..."

After such a toss, Wen Yifan also became sober a lot. She decided to tell him something, and her voice returned to her usual gentleness: "And not only do you feel like getting up, you also have a bad temper."