He didn't rub her head gently, as if he was rubbing a rag, and there seemed to be some warmth left. With the sound of the door closing, Wen Yifan touched her head in hindsight.
Wen Yifan stood in place for a while, and after a while, she looked in the direction of the coffee table.
The cake had already surprised Wen Yifan.
She didn't expect there to be a gift.
The lights in the living room were still on, and the bright light was a little dazzling. The coffee table was very clean, with only a kettle and a few cups on it. There were also newspapers and a few magazines on the side.
From this angle, she couldn't see what was under the coffee table.
Wen Yifan walked back and squatted beside the coffee table to look inside.
There were a lot of things inside, and they weren't arranged neatly. Among the pile of milk powder and fruit cereal, the powder blue bag was placed at the outermost, and it looked particularly conspicuous.
The gift bag wasn't a pure color, and it was decorated with little white flowers, sparse and not too dense.
After staring at it for two seconds, Wen Yifan reached out and took it out.
Wen Yifan looked inside the bag, and there was a dark black box inside. She stood up, and inexplicably felt that the thing in her hand was like a hot potato, as if she had taken something she shouldn't have.
She didn't open it immediately. First, she went to the porch to turn off the light, and then returned to the room.
Wen Yifan put the bag on the bed and took out the box inside.
The texture was slightly heavy, and it was about one size bigger than her hand. Before opening it, she could smell a faint fragrance. It was extremely special, and there was a hint of sweetness in the cold.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Wen Yifan carefully opened it.
It was a bottle of perfume.
It was a transparent pink square bottle with a dark bow tied around its mouth.
Two English words were engraved in black on it.
— — First Frost.
Shuangjiang.
It was her nickname.
Wen Yifan's heart skipped a beat.
She didn't know if it was a coincidence or something else, but Wen Yifan couldn't help but think of how Sang Yan used to call her "Wen Shuangjiang." She licked her lips, took out her phone from her pocket, and looked up this brand online.
This brand of perfume was very niche and not particularly famous.
Wen Yifan didn't know much about it, so she skimmed through it and didn't continue looking. Her gaze moved to the perfume bottle. The handwriting on it was clear as if it had been carved by a knife.
Wen Yifan rubbed her fingertips on it a few times and recalled the past.
It seemed to be during the first semester of high school.
When she was chatting with her classmates, Wen Yifan casually mentioned that because she was born in Shuang Jiang, her nickname was also Shuang Jiang. At that time, the students who were present just listened and didn't take it seriously.
She didn't care too much about it.
Sang Yan seemed to be the only one who had listened to this matter.
She did not remember when it started, but when the two of them were together in private, Sang Yan no longer called her "junior sister", and no longer called her by her original name. Instead, he called her "Wen Shuangjiang".
This was the first time someone had called her by her pet name and even her surname.
At first, Wen Yifan wasn't used to it, but Sang Yan was free to shout whatever he wanted, so she didn't care too much about it. After hearing him call her that for a long time, she had gotten used to it. Sometimes, she even felt that it sounded nice.
After their reunion, Wen Yifan had never heard Sang Yan call her that again.
She thought that he had long forgotten about her nickname.
Wen Yifan closed the lid, hugged the box, fell back, and lay on the bed. She stared at the dazzling white ceiling for a while, and then she touched her head with her free hand.
The man's actions were rough and intimate.
Wen Yifan remembered that Sang Yan's eyes were level with hers just now.
At this moment.
A very strong thought emerged in Wen Yifan's mind.
She suddenly wanted to fall in love.
With Sang Yan.
She wanted to fall in love with Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan turned over and wanted to calm down, but she couldn't get rid of this thought at all.
Her birthday wish this year wasn't too big.
Wen Yifan felt that many things shouldn't belong to her, so she didn't want to forcefully ask for it. She only hoped that she could have enough courage. She hoped that she could risk her life for once. She hoped that she could run to that person without considering anything.
If that person was Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan felt that she could work hard and try her best to be the enthusiastic party.
If because of this.
She could get the result she wanted.
That would be great.
But if not.
Then she would walk back again.
It didn't seem to matter.
Just like what Zhong Siqiao said.
She wanted to chase after him.
She wanted to give it a try.
Wen Yifan sat up and picked up her phone.
Through the black screen, she noticed that the corners of her lips were curled up. Wen Yifan was stunned for a moment. She calmed down a little, opened the WeChat list, and found the chat window with Sang Yan.
She thought for a long time.
Wen Yifan didn't know what to say, she only typed: Thank you for your gift ^ _ ^]
But she felt that the latter expression was a little silly.
Wen Yifan raised her hand and deleted it.
In the end, she only left the word "Thank you".
The other end replied very quickly.
Sang Yan:?
Sang Yan: What time is it?
Sang Yan: I'm going to bed.
Wen Yifan: [Alright.]
After thinking for a while, she replied: [I'll return the favor on your birthday.]
It was something that would happen in January next year.
If he agreed, it would mean that even if Sang Yan wanted to move away in the middle, Wen Yifan could extend their relationship until then. After that, she would have a reason to talk to him.
Sang Yan: Oh.
He only replied with one word.
Instantly, there was an awkward silence.
Wen Yifan didn't know what to reply. Her fingertips moved on the screen, but in the end, she gave up. She put her phone aside and was about to get up to take a shower.
At this moment, her phone rang again.
She picked it up and looked at it.
Sang Yan sent another voice message.
His tone was lazy, his voice was slightly hoarse, and there was a hint of tiredness in his words.
"There are still 69 days left."
Wen Yifan listened to it several times, and she quite liked the voice messages he sent her. After struggling for a moment, she tentatively typed: If it's possible, can you give me a countdown every day?
Sang Yan:?
Wen Yifan made up an excuse: I'm afraid I'll forget.
Another three voice messages.
Sang Yan seemed to be annoyed: "How can you be so thick-skinned?"
Sang Yan: "Can you show some sincerity?"
Sang Yan: "You should keep this in mind all the time, not make me remind you every day, understand?"
"…"
Because of his words, Wen Yifan immediately realized that her request was a bit outrageous, so she corrected herself: Sorry.
Wen Yifan: I'll keep it in mind.
She put down her phone and thought about it for a while.
Although Wen Yifan had decided to pursue Sang Yan, she had never done such a thing. So, she had no idea how to do it and how to approach it.
Wen Yifan felt that it wouldn't be of much use if she only used words to test him and gradually express her intentions. After all, Sang Yan had said such words many times.
Perhaps it would only make him feel that she had enough of his words and couldn't help but use a similar method to fight back.
Then, if she approached him directly with her actions …
Wen Yifan was afraid that Sang Yan would think that she was sexually harassing him.
Although she learned from Sang Yan that she had done a lot of sexual harassment when she was sleepwalking. But Wen Yifan didn't think that Sang Yan would let her off so easily if she did such a thing when she was awake.
Based on Sang Yan's attitude towards Cui Jingyu in high school.
He didn't seem to like the passionate type.
Wen Yifan still couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time.
… …
Wen Yifan woke up naturally at eight o 'clock the next morning.
As usual, she habitually got up to wash up and change her clothes. As she was about to leave the room, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the mirror in front of the dresser. Wen Yifan's gaze was fixed on herself in the mirror.
The woman's skin was fair, her eyes were curved and her lips were as red as rouge. She wore no makeup and didn't wear any makeup. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore a simple sports coat and slim pants.
She looked casual, but she looked coquettish and sharp.
Wen Yifan silently sat in front of the dresser and simply put on makeup. She saw the perfume that was put aside last night. She picked it up, hesitated, and sprayed it behind her ear and wrist.
Wen Yifan went to the living room after the smell dissipated.
It was the weekend, so Sang Yan didn't have to go to work. But he was already up at this moment. He was wearing simple casual clothes and was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. He was still in a sleepy state.
He noticed Wen Yifan's movement and glanced at her.
But he quickly stopped.
Sang Yan didn't hide his eyes at all. He looked at her blatantly. He put his hand on the countertop, tapped it twice, and asked casually, "What are you going to do today?"
Wen Yifan looked into the pot and answered honestly, "Work."
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and stared at her for a while. After a while, he seemed to understand something, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He retracted his gaze and deliberately replied with an "Oh" in a drawn-out tone.
Wen Yifan looked calm and didn't show any uneasiness. As if it was reasonable.
Sang Yan turned off the fire and said, "Get the bowls."
"Oh." Wen Yifan opened the cupboard and said, "Then I'll cook breakfast tomorrow?"
"Can you get up?"
"I can … get up." Wen Yifan wasn't sure, so she said, "You have a healthy schedule. Of all the people I know, you're the only one who eats breakfast every single day. "
Sang Yan tilted his head and said in a casual but meaningful tone, "Why do you think I'm healthy?"
Wen Yifan felt that his question seemed to be repeating what she just said, but she was still patient and answered very cooperatively, "Because you eat breakfast every day."
"… …"
Sang Yan simply cooked porridge and eggs.
It was still a little hot as it was just cooked, so Wen Yifan ate slowly. Sang Yan ate faster than her. He got up and went back to his room to change his clothes after he finished eating. When he came out, she lifted her eyes to look at him.
It was pitch-black again.
He looked cold and heartless, like a killer who was going out for a mission.
Wen Yifan swallowed the last mouthful of porridge and asked, "Are you going out?"
"Yes." Sang Yan said, "To meet a friend."
Wen Yifan didn't ask much. She noticed that it was almost time, so she got up. She followed behind Sang Yan and walked to the vestibule. While he was putting on his shoes, she took the cap from the coat rack and buckled it on her head.
The moment she put it on.
She sensed that something was wrong.
It didn't seem to be her cap.
It was much looser.
At the same time, Wen Yifan looked at Sang Yan's face.
He first stared at the cap on her head. After a few seconds, he moved his gaze down and looked at her.
It was as if he was condemning her.
Wen Yifan suddenly understood something. She then looked in the direction of the coat rack, and sure enough, she found a black hat on it. She was silent for a moment and took off the cap.
Wen Yifan raised her head and hesitantly put the cap back on his head with the thought of returning it to its original owner.
Sang Yan's body bent down as she moved.
The distance between them was shortened in an instant.
Everything around them became blurry. His eyes were pure black, bottomless, and extremely attractive. Wen Yifan's eyes didn't blink. She could clearly feel his warm breath.
There was a hint of ambiguity in the air, fermenting uncontrollably and spreading outwards.
Maybe he was bewitched.
At a certain moment, Wen Yifan moved her eyes away and raised her hand in a daze to smooth the hair on his forehead. When she met his eyes again, she stopped and slowly retracted her hand.
Wen Yifan took a step back and pretended to be calm, "Your hair is messy, let me tidy it up for you."
Sang Yan's Adam's apple slid down his throat.
Without waiting for him to speak.
Wen Yifan put on her shoes with her eyes down and said, "You're welcome."
There was another moment of silence.
"Oh." Sang Yan suddenly smiled, "So this means that I have to thank you."
"… …"
Wen Yifan pretended not to hear him, she took the keys beside her and said calmly, "Then I'm going to work."
But before she could walk out, Sang Yan suddenly stood up and blocked her way. Glancing sideways, he casually picked up the remaining hat on the coat-stand and, as though returning the favour, placed it on her head.
His action was neat and straightforward.
Wen Yifan raised her head.
Sang Yan stared at her face and slowly tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear. It was only a matter of a few seconds, but it felt like it was extended to a few minutes. After that, he looked down and said in a lazy tone, "Why aren't you talking?"
"… …"
"You still don't know what to say?"
Wen Yifan came back to her senses, "… Thank you."
The two went out of the door together.
Sang Yan drove her to Nanwu TV station.
After getting out of the car, Wen Yifan calmed herself down and returned to the office. As soon as she sat down, she saw a bottle of strawberry milk on the table with a small piece of cake next to it.
Wen Yifan turned to look at Su Tian, "Tian, whose is this?"
"Who else?" Su Tian whispered, "That little puppy is for you."
"… …"
"Are you two in the flirting stage? Or is it one-sided? His feelings for you are getting more and more obvious. " Su Tian said, "Why don't you give it a try? This little puppy is quite obedient, and he looks good too."
Wen Yifan didn't say anything, she got up and walked to Mu Chengyun's seat.
There was no one in the office at the moment.
Mu Chengyun smiled and greeted her, "Sister Yifan, good morning."
"Well, good morning." Wen Yifan put the breakfast back on his table and said gently, "Thank you for breakfast. But I come to work after breakfast every day, I can't eat anymore. "
Mu Chengyun's lips moved.
Wen Yifan smiled, "You eat, you don't have to buy breakfast anymore. Thank you. "
"… …"
After that, Wen Yifan returned to her seat.
Su Tian came over again and asked curiously, "What did you say? Why did this little puppy immediately become listless?"
Wen Yifan shook her head, "Nothing."
"But he really doesn't take the initiative, he can still pursue people like this." Su Tian seemed to have discovered something, she sniffed and changed the topic, "Yifan, did you wear perfume today? It smells good. "
Wen Yifan touched the back of her ear, "Yeah."
Su Tian stared at her, "Something is wrong with you."
"… …"
"Are you in love?"
"No." Wen Yifan denied. After thinking for a while, she thought that Su Tian didn't know Sang Yan and probably couldn't guess, so she told the truth, "I'm pursuing someone."
Su Tian was stunned, "Huh? You're pursuing someone? "
Wen Yifan, "Yes."
"… … Are you sure you need to pursue him?" Su Tian said, "Yifan, you have to know that men are visual animals. You just have to curl your finger, and he will come up to you without you having to pursue him. "
Wen Yifan, "No, he's very good-looking."
Su Tian, "How good can he be?"
The Fallen Street was nearby. Wen Yifan was afraid that Su Tian had also heard of the name 'Fallen Street Card'. She thought for a while and decided to say it in a different way, "He's so good that he can do it."
Su Tian, "Hmm?"
"The level of the king of ducks."
"… …"
Sang Yan wasn't back yet when Wen Yifan arrived home. It was not even eight o 'clock yet. She walked into the kitchen and happened to receive a WeChat message from Sang Yan, saying that he would be home late tonight.
She replied, "Okay."
Wen Yifan simply cooked instant noodles and sat at the dining table. She ate the noodles while thinking about what happened today.
Based on Sang Yan's behavior today.
Wen Yifan felt that he should have a good impression of her, but she wasn't sure how much. After all, this person was the most unpredictable person she had ever met.
She even thought about it carefully.
Wen Yifan felt that today's incident could also be explained by Sang Yan's thought, "You took advantage of me, I'm not going to suffer any losses."
She wanted to be foolproof.
After all, if she made it clear, the other party actually didn't mean it.
The two of them probably couldn't rent the house together anymore.
For some reason.
Wen Yifan was fine, she quite liked her current state.
After eating, Wen Yifan washed the dishes and returned to her room. She laid on the bed after finishing her bedtime routine and browsed through various news apps out of boredom.
After a while, Wen Yifan opened Weibo.
She accidentally clicked on the list of news. Wen Yifan paused for a moment when she saw the tree hole blog. She reached out and clicked on it again. She stared at the content of her previous submission. She hesitated for a moment and started typing in the input box.
[Anonymous password, how can I chase after someone I've offended?]
Wen Yifan exited Weibo after sending the message.
She put her phone aside and let her imagination run wild again. Wen Yifan turned sideways and curled up into a ball. Drowsiness gradually rose and shrouded her whole body.
Wen Yifan heard her phone vibrating when she was about to fall into a dream.
It was particularly clear in the quiet room.
Wen Yifan opened her eyes in a daze, reached out to pick up her phone and casually glanced at it.
It was just a few minutes after midnight.
It was a voice message from Sang Yan.
She didn't know why he sent her a message at this hour.
Wen Yifan half-closed her eyes, laid on the pillow, and casually opened it.
Sang Yan seemed to be still outside. The background noise in the voice message was a little noisy and crackling. His voice was deep and a little magnetic, but it was particularly clear when mixed with the background noise.
"There are still 68 days left."
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