His lips were warm and seemed to carry an electric current as it covered her lips, moving over and over again. It was as if she wanted to restrain herself, but she was extremely eager and dissatisfied.
It was different from the previous few kisses that were as light as dragonflies skimming the surface of water.
Suddenly, Sang Yan pushed her chin down, opened her teeth with the tip of his tongue, and probed in. His hand moved and pressed against the back of her head, not giving her any room to retreat.
Bit by bit, he fed the boiling hot air into her mouth.
Wen Yifan was a little breathless.
Wen Yifan opened her eyes and her mind was blank. She didn't know how to respond. She grabbed his clothes uncontrollably, as if she was looking for a point to cling to and use him as her support.
At this moment, she could only give everything to him.
He would guide her.
Both of them had no extra experience.
The kiss was immature, but it was rough and passionate. Her teeth accidentally bumped into her lips, bringing a slight tingling sensation that made the feeling more real. Sang Yan didn't restrain himself at all, as if he was stimulated, his actions became more presumptuous.
The lust in his eyes was undisguised.
She didn't know how long had passed.
Sang Yan gently bit the tip of her tongue and then stopped.
Their lips and teeth separated, but the distance between them was still not far.
Wen Yifan's breathing became a little faster. She looked up and noticed that his usually pale lips were red as if they were congested. Further up, the man's eyes were full of emotions, obscure and unclear.
It was as if he was going to transform into his original form in the next second and completely devour her.
Sang Yan lowered his eyelids, raised his hand, and slowly rubbed the water stains on her lips with his fingertips. His movements were light and affectionate, as if he was seducing her. After a while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you hungry?"
Because of his sudden words, Wen Yifan subconsciously let out an "ah".
"I can't do two things at the same time. So, do you want me to heat up some porridge for you first, or … "Sang Yan paused and looked casual," Kiss you for a while? "
… …
It was already ten minutes later when they left the kitchen.
Wen Yifan didn't accompany him to heat up the porridge, she sat back on the sofa. She felt inexplicably thirsty, and she only stopped after drinking a whole glass of water. As soon as he relaxed, his memory was pulled back to the scene from ten minutes ago.
After listening to Sang Yan's words, Wen Yifan just quietly stared at him.
Then, without a word, she hooked her arm around his neck and pressed him down …
"…"
Thinking of this, Wen Yifan poured another glass of water and continued to drink. Her lips were hot and numb. The feeling was so deep that she couldn't ignore it, constantly reminding her of the kiss just now.
The next moment.
Sang Yan came out of the kitchen and called out lazily, "Come here."
Wen Yifan quickly put down the cup, got up and walked to the dining table. Because the two of them were so intimate just now, she was still a little uncomfortable. At this moment, she did not dare to look at him.
Sang Yan: "Go get the bowls."
Wen Yifan obediently went to the kitchen and took two sets of bowls and chopsticks. When he returned to the dining table and saw Sang Yan's face, he happened to see that the corner of his lips was bitten and bleeding.
"…"
Wen Yifan immediately lowered her eyes.
Sang Yan did not seem to notice it at all.
His cold and pale complexion made the blush even more striking.
Wen Yifan couldn't help but reach out her hand and quickly rubbed the corner of his lips.
Sang Yan looked at her: "?"
The mark faded a little. Wen Yifan retracted her gaze. She had the thought that if she erased it, it would not exist anymore: "I got stained."
It was quiet for a few seconds.
Sang Yan pointed out: "What can you get stained with?"
"…"
"Where did I touch just now?"
Perhaps it was a psychological effect, Wen Yifan felt that her lips began to heat up again. She lowered her eyes and pretended to be calm: "I accidentally got stained with the sauce. I dropped it."
After she said this, Wen Yifan felt that her lips were also touched by him.
She looked up.
Sang Yan smiled and leisurely explained: "You got stained too."
"…"
Wen Yifan suddenly understood what he meant by this.
In an instant, she felt that the heat had spread to her cheeks and ears.
She didn't know if it was because she drank too much water or something else, but Wen Yifan did not feel hungry at this moment. She only filled a small bowl with water. After she finished eating, she sat next to him and looked at the wound on the corner of his lips from time to time.
She was sneaky.
Sang Yan did not notice anything because of her actions.
Wen Yifan did not know what he would say when he saw the wound in the mirror.
It was getting late.
Sang Yan urged: "Go to sleep after eating, you still have to go to work later."
Wen Yifan wanted to spend more time with him as she hadn't sat down and talked to him for a few days. She nodded but did not show any signs of leaving. She supported her face with her hand and was still staring at him.
The small wound was no longer bleeding, it did not look as obvious as before. Wen Yifan was not sure if there was a wound on her lips or not.
She did not feel any pain.
She could only remember that the strength he used to rub his loved ones was indeed heavy. It was similar to the way he rubbed a person's head.
But it didn't hurt her very much either.
After a while.
Sang Yan suddenly put down his chopsticks and leaned back: "Hey, how long do you want to watch?"
Wen Yifan came back to her senses.
"Do you want to continue?"
"… …"
Without waiting for her to answer, Sang Yan pulled her into his arms again and kissed her lips lightly. He retreated a little and commented with a low voice: "Your kissing skills are terrible, it hurts."
Wen Yifan opened her mouth: "Then I'm not … …"
Sang Yan interrupted her directly: "Practice more."
The next moment, his lips and tongue covered her again and invaded her forcefully.
As soon as she entered the room, Wen Yifan's first reaction was to go to the dressing table and look at herself in the mirror. Her lips were naturally red, but the color was darker and a little swollen.
The marks of being ravaged were obvious.
But it was not as serious as Sang Yan's, his skin was broken.
Wen Yifan pursed her lips. She felt that she was familiar from head to toe, and her whole body was filled with Sang Yan's scent. She was completely awake and suddenly noticed the Valentine's Day gift she bought earlier.
She put it on the bedside table.
She opened the box and there were two bracelets of the same style inside.
Wen Yifan blinked and slowly put on one of them. She thought that she had to go to work as soon as she woke up. Sang Yan was probably still asleep when she went out, and she did not know if she should work overtime tonight … …
She pulled down her sleeves and hid the bracelet inside, then she got up and left the room.
The living room was empty.
Sang Yan seemed to have returned to his room.
Wen Yifan walked to the door of his room and knocked on the door hesitantly.
Sang Yan's voice immediately came: "The door is unlocked."
She twisted the doorknob, opened a small gap, and looked at Sang Yan who was on the bed. He was still lying down, but he slightly tilted his head and looked at her: "Just come in next time."
Wen Yifan closed the door and put the gift behind her back: "I'm not afraid that you're changing your clothes or something."
Sang Yan was indifferent: "So what?"
Before she could speak, Sang Yan suddenly said in the next moment: "You're pretty good."
Wen Yifan raised her eyes: "Hmm?"
He slowly spat out two words, "Rough, violent."
"… …"
Wen Yifan instantly understood that he saw the wound on the corner of her lips. She subconsciously looked at his lips again. After thinking for a long time, she could only say: "Then I'll be gentler in the future."
"… …" Sang Yan looked at her and chuckled after a few seconds.
Wen Yifan didn't intend to disturb him for too long as she thought that he only came back at three o 'clock last night and she didn't know what time he woke up this morning to make porridge. She walked to the bed and sat down. She handed the bag in her hand to Sang Yan: "Here you go."
Sang Yan sat up straight and raised his eyebrows: "What is it?"
Wen Yifan said seriously: "Valentine's Day gift."
"Oh." He smiled slightly and reached out to take it, "Can I see it now?"
"Yes."
Sang Yan took out the box from the bag and opened the box.
There was a red bracelet with a thin band and a snowflake-shaped pendant at the bottom.
Sang Yan took it out and looked at it for a while. Then, he looked at Wen Yifan and seemed a little amused: "Why do you like to give me things that girls wear?"
"… …"
It seemed to be true.
Wen Yifan bit the bullet and said: "You won't be a girl if you wear it."
Sang Yan's eyes moved to the snowflake pendant, he deliberately asked: "What does this snowflake mean?"
Wen Yifan blushed a little, but she still answered honestly: "Frost."
Sang Yan was in a good mood, he stretched out his hand in front of her: "Put it on for your partner."
Wen Yifan did as she was told.
During this time, the bracelet on Wen Yifan's wrist also fell out.
Sang Yan's eyelashes moved slightly, he grabbed her wrist without warning and pulled up her sleeves. He then realized that she was also wearing the same bracelet, but the pendant was different. It was a mulberry leaf.
He stared at it for two seconds and said with a faint smile: "A couple's bracelet?"
Wen Yifan let him look at it and licked her lips: "Yes."
"Okay." Sang Yan held his chin and laughed to himself for a while. His fingertips rubbed her wrist, "I'm willing to be a sissy today."
"… …"
Then, Sang Yan signaled with his eyes: "The gift is in the bookshelf, go and get it yourself."
Wen Yifan blinked, got up and walked towards the bookshelf. She saw a small box on one of the shelves. There was a small card with a string of English words on the bow of the box.
The man's handwriting was familiar yet strange, just like the past. The force of the pen penetrated the back of the paper as if it was going to be punctured by the paper. Just like him, arrogant and domineering.
— To First Frost.
Wen Yifan stared at the card for a few seconds and then turned around: "Can I see it now?"
Sang Yan smiled: "Yes."
She reached out and opened it.
There was a recording pen inside.
"Didn't you say that the recording pen doesn't work?" Sang Yan's words seemed to be hinting at something, "But I don't know how to use this thing. After recording, can I only listen to it through the computer?"
"No," Wen Yifan subconsciously wanted to teach him, "Press here and you can directly —"
Before she finished, Wen Yifan suddenly understood. She looked at Sang Yan's eyes and silently swallowed the rest of her words: "Oh … it seems that this model can only be connected to the computer …"
Sang Yan said calmly: "I see."
"… …"
"Then remember to try it when you go back," Sang Yan said lazily, "If there's any problem, we can change it."
This hint was enough. Wen Yifan just wanted to go back and listen to what he recorded, so she immediately nodded. She was about to go back to her room when she noticed an album on the bookshelf.
Wen Yifan fixed her eyes on it and picked it up: "What's this?"
Sang Yan glanced at it, he didn't know when she brought it here.
"University graduation photo."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan paused for a while and said: "Can I see it?"
Sang Yan raised his eyelids again and nodded lightly. He casually sat on the table with a carefree expression: "As for me, there's no place that I can't show you."
"… …" Wen Yifan looked at him, "As for the others … …"
He forced out a few words: "Let's see it later."
"… …"
Wen Yifan walked back and sat next to him, then she opened the album.
The first page was a group photo.
Wen Yifan found Sang Yan at a glance. He was wearing a black scholar's uniform and was standing in the last row. The rest of them were smiling, only he slightly raised his chin and looked a little impatient, as if he was forced to take a photo.
After staring for a while, Wen Yifan couldn't help but smile.
Sang Yan leaned against the headboard and smiled at her. After a while, he thought of something, "Are you free on the eighth day of the lunar new year?"
Wen Yifan replied absent-mindedly: "I'm not sure, why?"
"Nothing, Qian Fei is getting married." Sang Yan said, "Come over when you're free."
Qian Fei is getting married.
There should be a lot of Sang Yan's friends.
Wen Yifan raised her head and replied: "Okay, I'll take a look then."
After that, Wen Yifan continued to look at the album.
She shifted her gaze because of Sang Yan's words. She noticed Qian Fei standing next to him and the man on the other side. The man looked about the same height as Sang Yan, he had a pair of peach blossom eyes, and his lips were naturally curved, giving people a natural gentle feeling.
When the two of them stood together, they could almost steal people's attention in an instant.
Upon seeing this, Wen Yifan instantly thought of the rumors that Zhong Siqiao mentioned, she subconsciously took a few more glances. Her gaze slid down and saw the name list below. Sure enough, she saw the name "Duan Jiaxu" written next to "Sang Yan".
Seeing that she had been looking for so long, Sang Yan simply came over and looked with her.
"What are you looking at?"
Wen Yifan pointed at Duan Jiaxu, "Is this Duan Jiaxu?"
Sang Yan's gaze slightly paused, "Why?"
Wen Yifan commented, "Yes, he's quite handsome."
"… …"
The surroundings became silent.
Wen Yifan didn't notice anything wrong. When she was about to flip to the next page to see if she could find Sang Yan from other photos, the man next to her moved his hand and stopped her.
She looked up.
Sang Yan's lips straightened and said emotionlessly, "I didn't hear you clearly."
"Ah?"
"Who's handsome? Say it again. "
Wen Yifan instantly shut up.
"So, you've been looking at my graduation photo for a long time." Sang Yan stopped, a few seconds later, he was so angry that he laughed, "You're not looking at me?"
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