When Wen Yifan touched his exposed arm, it felt as if there was an electric current running through it. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but she couldn't help but move forward.
She couldn't see anything from this angle.
She could only sense that Sang Yan seemed to have lowered his head. His chest was slightly moving up and down, it was broad and warm. Her nostrils were also completely occupied by the smell of his body.
She was isolated from the surrounding world.
At this moment, Wen Yifan felt that the missing part of her heart seemed to be gradually filled by something. The sense of stability seemed to have appeared, wrapping her in strands.
It was like only his warmth could be transmitted to her.
Just a little bit was enough.
Wen Yifan forcibly controlled her emotions and calmed her breathing.
She didn't dare to hug him for too long.
After all, it wasn't a glorious thing to pretend to be unconscious and do such a thing to others.
Wen Yifan was about to let go.
At this moment, she noticed from the corner of her eyes that Sang Yan raised his hand slowly. Wen Yifan's expression was slightly stunned. She restrained her emotions in an instant, and what she said to him earlier flashed in her mind.
— — "If this kind of thing happens again in the future, just give me a punch."
Her sense of guilt rose to the peak.
Before his "punch" landed, Wen Yifan pretended to withdraw her hand naturally. She didn't look at his face, slowly turned around and walked towards the master bedroom.
Sang Yan's voice came from behind.
He seemed to be used to it, his tone sounded like it wasn't a big deal, he said in a lazy tone, "Is that all for today?"
"… …" Wen Yifan didn't stop walking.
She happened to walk to the door of the master bedroom.
Wen Yifan tried to make her movements look mechanical and stiff according to the description given to her by her university roommate. She slowly pulled the doorknob and walked into the room.
Wen Yifan's spirit only slightly relaxed when she heard the door close.
Wen Yifan walked back to the bed and sat down. She looked sluggish. After a while, she fell back, fell into the soft mattress, and stared at the ceiling absentmindedly.
Three seconds later, she seemed to have finally reacted, she grabbed the pillow next to her and covered her face.
Wen Yifan rolled around and suddenly sat up.
Her whole face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She.
Just now.
I did it.
What?
Did she really pretend to be sleepwalking and hug Sang Yan?
Did she really take advantage of Sang Yan?
She! What! Yes! Hug him!
Wen Yifan couldn't believe that she would do such a thing, she was on the verge of breaking down. She stared into the void and suddenly began to mutter to herself: "I'm drunk"
"Yes."
"I'm drunk."
"Drinking makes things worse."
"I won't drink anymore."
"If there is a chance, I hope this wine can apologize to Sang Yan." Wen Yifan murmured, "Instead of pushing the blame to me."
"You can't let me take the blame."
The remaining alcohol made Wen Yifan extremely excited, coupled with the fact that she had done something wrong, it was even more difficult for her to fall asleep. She tried to find a reason to convince herself.
After a long time, Wen Yifan calmed down a little. She picked up the phone next to her and scrolled through Weibo.
It didn't take long before he saw a tree hole.
— — The guy I've been chasing after for a long time got drunk and kissed me last night. He even said that he agreed to be with me. I was happy the whole night. Today, I happily went to find him, but he told me that he was drunk and didn't remember anything.
Wen Yifan's eyebrows twitched, she clicked on the comments.
[I guess he'll sleep with you the next time he's drunk. Wake up.]
[That's great, being drunk is really an all-purpose reason.]
[Jerk, ugh.]
Clang!
The word "jerk" was like two bricks hitting Wen Yifan's face hard.
She immediately exited the comment section and didn't continue reading.
Wen Yifan threw the phone aside, her self-hypnosis just now had no effect at this moment. She continued to find reasons with great difficulty — —
I used to like him.
After so many years, I didn't like him anymore. But I felt guilty towards him, coupled with the alcohol … …
These reasons were soon interrupted.
They were overthrown by that uncontrollable thought.
Wen Yifan buried her whole body in the quilt and forced all her thoughts to the back of her mind.
It's easy to think too much at night.
It'll be fine once I wake up.
Although Wen Yifan thought so, this matter really shocked her so much that she couldn't fall asleep even though she was tossing and turning. Moreover, Sang Yan came out of the living room before she had time to drink water.
Wen Yifan was extremely thirsty at this moment, but she didn't have the guts to go out of the living room again.
She was afraid that Sang Yan would notice something wrong.
The next morning.
Wen Yifan adjusted her mentality and pretended that everything was normal. She went out of the room at the usual time. As soon as she walked to the living room, she saw Sang Yan sitting at the dining table and already eating breakfast.
There was a simple bowl of porridge and eggs on the table.
The two looked at each other for a second.
Wen Yifan withdrew her gaze, calmly walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator. She stopped in front of the refrigerator for a few seconds and guessed a few questions that Sang Yan would ask next.
After making sufficient preparations, Wen Yifan returned to the dining table.
Sang Yan casually said, "Have some porridge."
Wen Yifan looked at the porridge in the pot and was quiet for three seconds, "Okay."
There was silence.
To Wen Yifan's surprise, Sang Yan's expression was indifferent. It seemed like he didn't intend to ask her any questions. It seemed like the incident of her "sleepwalking" and hugging him last night didn't affect him too much.
From his expression, Wen Yifan couldn't tell if he had guessed anything. She felt nervous and uneasy. She took a sip of the porridge and took the initiative to get some information, "I seemed to have sleepwalked again yesterday?"
Sang Yan didn't even lift his eyes, "Yes."
"Then this time," Wen Yifan pretended to be calm, "Did I do anything?"
"Yes."
Wen Yifan stared at him and patiently waited for his reply.
"That's right," Sang Yan paused, raised his eyebrows and said thoughtfully, "I hugged you."
"… …"
Sang Yan said lazily, "You were quite restrained yesterday."
His answer was exactly the same as what had happened last night.
It reminded Wen Yifan of the situations that Sang Yan described to her after she sleepwalked a few times. She didn't quite believe it before, but now that Sang Yan was telling the truth, her thoughts were a little uncertain.
However, she didn't have time to think about that at this time.
His appearance and tone didn't seem to be wrong at all. Wen Yifan was finally relieved, but instead, a sense of guilt rose.
She had a feeling that Sang Yan had been taken advantage of and wronged by her.
Wen Yifan hesitated and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Sang Yan, "What's wrong?"
Although she was afraid that she would make mistakes if she said too much, Wen Yifan bit the bullet and said, "Although I don't know the situation, I'm really sorry for what I did to you."
"How many times has it been?" Sang Yan just finished his breakfast, he leaned back and looked at her from head to toe, "Why do you suddenly feel sorry for me now?"
"… …"
"Weren't you quite arrogant before?"
"I," Wen Yifan was extremely dumbfounded that he could still use this word on her, "Arrogant …?"
"Not really?" Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "When I mentioned this to you before, you only knew how to quibble. You relied on the fact that you weren't sober, you refuted whatever I said, and in the end, you still wanted to spend money to settle the matter. "
Wen Yifan didn't expect that from his point of view, she had such an image.
Wen Yifan didn't even dare to imagine how angry Sang Yan would be if he knew that she wasn't sleepwalking last night.
"Then in the future," Wen Yifan said, "try to stay in your room at night. The door is locked, so I won't go into your room."
Sang Yan didn't respond to her words, instead, he asked, "Your sleepwalking is quite special, and you even have the habit of taking advantage of others."
Wen Yifan subconsciously explained, "I don't think I used to …" Then, she felt that her words were very ambiguous, so she quickly corrected herself, "I'm not sure."
"Oh." Sang Yan heard it and raised his eyebrows, "You only took advantage of me?"
"… …"
That was indeed the case.
But she felt that something was wrong when she said it directly.
Wen Yifan didn't know how to answer for a while, so she didn't say anything.
"No," Sang Yan smiled, "What kind of new method is this?"
"… …"
"There's such a thing? You make me a little suspicious. "Sang Yan sat up straight, put his arm on the dining table, and moved closer to her," Are you really sleepwalking? "
If it was any other time, Wen Yifan would definitely explain it to him patiently. But now, she really had no confidence, so she could only lower her head and eat the porridge. She said vaguely, "Yes."
"You don't talk much today." Sang Yan stared at her as if he wanted to see something, "When I mentioned this to you before, weren't you good at making excuses?"
Wen Yifan responded with his own words without changing her expression, "That's several times."
Sang Yan looked away, "That's true."
The conversation stopped here.
Sang Yan got up and walked in the direction of the kitchen.
After he left, Wen Yifan was sure that she didn't reveal any flaws, so her back was obviously relaxed. At this moment, she felt a sense of relief, as if she had been called upon by a teacher to answer a question.
… …
The two of them went out at almost the same time.
After entering the elevator, Wen Yifan habitually leaned against the innermost wall of the elevator. Noticing that Sang Yan had changed back to his usual clothes, she kind of wanted to ask him what kind of job he found.
But because of what happened last night, Wen Yifan always felt uncomfortable, and she didn't even have the courage to take the initiative to talk to him.
The elevator went down.
When they went down to the seventh floor, Wen Yifan suddenly noticed that Sang Yan only pressed the button for the first floor. She paused, took two steps forward, and planned to press the button for the first floor herself.
She walked to Sang Yan's side, and as soon as Wen Yifan raised her hand, her wrist was grabbed by him. He moved his eyes away from the phone and looked up at her, like a victim who had just been violated. He habitually resisted.
"What do you want to do?"
"…" Wen Yifan said, "Press the button for the first floor."
Sang Yan let go of her hand, "Oh, take a few steps back."
Wen Yifan endured it, "Okay."
"I'm in a good mood today, and I'm going to Shang 'an." Sang Yan let go of her hand and said mercifully, "I'll give you a lift."
"… …"
Although she was a coward, Wen Yifan didn't really want to take the subway since there was a free ride. She flashed a smile and pretended to be deeply grateful as she replied, "Thank you then."
When they arrived at the first floor, they got out of the elevator and walked to the underground parking lot.
Wen Yifan sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. Every moment when she was close to Sang Yan, her brain kept reminding her of the hug last night.
So much so that she didn't know how to get along with him.
The car started.
It was silent all the way.
After a while.
Sang Yan glanced at her a few times, maybe he felt that she was not herself the whole day. Then, he asked, "Not feeling well?"
Wen Yifan leaned on the window and said softly, "No."
It seemed like he was in a bad mood.
It also seemed like he wasn't feeling well.
It was quiet again for a while.
Sang Yan said again, "Did you use up all your energy when you were sleepwalking?"
Wen Yifan, "Huh?"
Sang Yan said carelessly, "Weren't you very enthusiastic when you lifted my clothes last night?"
Wen Yifan's eyes were still looking at the scenery outside the window. She let her mind go blank and subconsciously replied, "I didn't lift your clothes last night."
After saying this, after a long while, Wen Yifan realized that the atmosphere in the car had become a little strange. She suddenly came back to her senses and realized what she just said. She turned her head stiffly.
It happened to be a red light.
Sang Yan stopped the car, turned his head, and slowly met her eyes. He looked at her for a few seconds and said, "How do you know?"
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