Wen Yifan's eyes moved down and fixed on Sang Yan's lips. She paused for a few seconds and thought about it carefully. Then she took a step back and slowly hung the towel back to its original place.
She glanced at the gauze on Sang Yan's body.
At this moment, Wen Yifan inexplicably had a feeling that if she really kissed him, she would really become the one who was worse than a beast. She felt that what she said just now was a bit too direct. She was thinking about how to reject him, so she simply belittled herself.
"I don't have any skills."
Sang Yan leaned against the sink, his eyes were lowered, and his fine eyelashes covered them. The bathroom was well-lit and the space was narrow. The distance between the two of them was very close, and there was a gradual ambiguity that couldn't be ignored.
Wen Yifan swallowed and found an excuse, "It's twelve o 'clock, I'll go take a shower."
She just took two steps.
Sang Yan grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. She was caught off guard. The first thought in her mind was not to touch his wound. Her palm subconsciously supported the side of the counter.
She tilted her head slightly, and the distance between them was shortened again.
"What are you thinking about?" Sang Yan lowered his head and stared at her. His words were a bit lascivious, "What else can I do?"
"…"
"Just for a while." Sang Yan's fingertips gently stroked her wrist. He spoke slowly and seemed to be blaming her, "Can't you do that?"
Wen Yifan seemed to be hypnotized by him. She began to feel that if they didn't do anything else, a kiss would not affect anything. She was silent for a few seconds and said, "… That's okay."
He slightly raised his eyebrows and maintained his original posture.
Not long after.
Wen Yifan felt that he grabbed her wrist, put it against his abdomen, and slowly brought it down. Then, she heard the man's gasp. She looked up blankly and met his obscure eyes. "Raise your head a little higher."
Before she understood the intention of his words, Wen Yifan had already obediently stood on her tiptoes.
Sang Yan's lips fell down along with the hot breath and moved gently from the corner of her lips. She almost sent herself up. Her head was raised, and the soles of her feet were pressed against the ground. It felt like she couldn't touch the ground.
Sensing her state, Sang Yan raised his hand to hold her waist and bit her lips hard.
"— Or I can't kiss you."
…
When Wen Yifan returned to her room and checked her phone again, she realized that Qian Weihua had called her two hours ago. She paused and immediately opened WeChat. She wanted to apologize to him and explain the situation.
However, Qian Weihua might have understood the situation and sent her a message: [I will bring Da Zhuang out of the scene. You should go to the hospital first. You should be fine after interviewing the witnesses.]
Fu Zhuang also sent a message: Sister, take good care of Brother Sang Yan. I will charge into battle for you!!!]
Fu Zhuang: [I heard from the police that Sang Yan is still alive and kicking after being injured. It seems that he can still fight 800 people. Don't worry too much.]
Wen Yifan couldn't help but laugh. She replied to them one by one, apologizing and thanking them. After a long while, she put down her phone and lay on the bed.
Wen Yifan's emotional perception was particularly slow.
Ever since he started working at Convey, he didn't have much of a feeling for the team. He only felt that the working environment was much better than before. Although his workload was still the same as before and had increased instead of decreasing, he always felt that it was easier than when he worked at Yihe SARFT.
But at this moment …
Wen Yifan suddenly realized that she seemed to like this team quite a bit.
She thought about things for a while. Wen Yifan's thoughts wandered from one side to another, and then back to the other. She didn't know how much time had passed before she remembered what happened in the bathroom.
And Sang Yan's words.
"Just for a while."
He said it clearly.
Just for a while.
The back of Wen Yifan's ears began to burn. She got up uncomfortably to take a shower. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her mind was quickly occupied by the scene just now.
The man's lips gradually became a bit more rosy. Kisses fell like rain. His hair was wet from his sweat. His eyes were filled with affection, with sexy and heavy panting that couldn't be ignored.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
The bathroom was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood and was filled with a charming scent.
"Come here." Seeing that she was about to step back, Sang Yan grabbed her. His voice was a bit hoarse. "I'll help you wash your hands."
Because of his injury, Sang Yan took a week off to rest at home.
Wen Yifan had to go to work as usual. She only had the report on Che Xingde's case in her hands. She tried her best to make time. Every day, she would wake up early to make breakfast for Sang Yan. At noon, she would also take the time to come back. At night, before going home, she would ask him what he wanted to eat for dinner.
It was like taking care of a child.
Sang Yan was having a good time.
But after enjoying the life of an emperor for only three days, Sang Yan began to feel that running back and forth would tire her out. In addition, his injury didn't affect his normal life. Soon, he returned to work.
Under the director's frantic urging, Wen Yifan began to live a life of working overtime every day. She would hand over the police and experts, run to the police station and the crime scene. Another colleague was in charge of the interview with the suspect's family.
After Che Xingde was arrested, the police investigated his past. After many interrogations, coupled with the fact that his hair was found in Guo Ling's body, he finally admitted to the crime and confessed to all the crimes.
That night four years ago.
Che Xingde was called by Che Yanqin to help out at the barbecue stall. When he was near the destination, he met Guo Ling in a remote alley. He knew this girl. He remembered that she was always quiet and introverted. She looked weak and incompetent. She would swallow everything.
He was tempted. After talking to her for a while, he covered her mouth and dragged her into the alley.
After the incident.
Che Xingde thought that Guo Ling would endure it and not dare to tell anyone. Unexpectedly, it was completely different from what he thought. She cried while looking for her phone, pretending to call the police.
He threatened her a few times and said all kinds of dirty words.
Guo Ling was unmoved. She would call the police no matter what. She seemed to have someone to rely on. Although she was in extreme pain, she still choked and said, "I want to tell my father, he will definitely kill you …"
In the end, Che Xingde accidentally strangled her to death in panic.
After that, he asked Che Yanqin, who was nearby, for help. Che Yanqin brought up Che Xingde since he was a child. She was very tolerant of her younger brother. She would do anything for him. She was a typical "brother helper".
So even if she was afraid and annoyed, she didn't want to see him go to jail. She had to help him dispose of the body. The two of them put Guo Ling in a big black plastic bag from the store. They wrapped it in several layers and stuffed it into the suitcase.
The siblings didn't mention this to anyone.
They thought they could hide it from everyone.
… …
After typing the last word of the press release, Wen Yifan checked it and sent it to the editor.
The editing room was quiet and normal. Staring at the screen, Wen Yifan was a little absent-minded. She inexplicably recalled the time when she trapped herself in Chen Xi's house many years ago.
She heard from Auntie Chen what she was thinking the moment Che Xingde was released.
Wen Yifan couldn't remember it clearly.
But at this moment, Wen Yifan really wanted to go back to the past. She wanted to return to her past self. She wanted to touch the girl's head and tell her that everything she had done was right.
No matter what the result was, it was definitely not something to be ashamed of.
Don't think that you're dirty just because you accidentally got stained by the bad guys.
It's okay.
The person you like, he will also think that you're very brave.
He will thank you.
You protected his girl.
This report was broadcast on the morning show the next day.
Before she got off work that day, Wen Yifan received a call from Guo Ling's father. After she returned to Nanwu, she received several calls from him. He was providing her with information and asking her about various things.
He might have seen the news, so he called to thank her.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Yifan sat in a daze for a while, then she packed her things and left the company. She went to the parking lot and found Sang Yan's car. She got into the driver's seat and drove towards his company.
During this period of time, the two of them were completely reversed.
Wen Yifan was worried that Sang Yan might not be safe driving in this state, so she began to drive him to and from work every day.
When Wen Yifan arrived at Sang Yan's company, she saw him coming out. Zhang Kejia was following him, they seemed to be talking to him. It didn't take long before Sang Yan came over and got into the car.
She turned her head and stared straight at him.
Sang Yan didn't notice her gaze, he fastened his seat belt and went straight to the point, "Wen Shuangjiang, your stepsister just asked me to tell you to visit her house when you're free."
"… …"
Wen Yifan didn't think about it, she just said "oh" and didn't say anything else.
Sang Yan glanced at her, "Do you want to go?"
Wen Yifan shook her head, "No plans."
Sang Yan didn't say anything else.
She got off work early today and remembered that Fu Zhuang mentioned that there was a food festival in the nearby square.
After asking Sang Yan's opinion, Wen Yifan drove the car to the nearby parking lot and found a parking space. After getting out of the car, she held his hand and calculated the time, "Is it time to remove the stitches tomorrow?"
Sang Yan replied softly.
"I happen to be off tomorrow, so I can go with you." Wen Yifan's voice was gentle, and she spoke slowly. She began to share what happened today with him, "Sang Yan, I received a call from Guo Ling's father today."
The food festival had just started a few days ago, there were a lot of people in the square, and the surroundings were bustling.
Sang Yan looked at the road and pulled her to avoid the pedestrians, "What did he say?"
"He said to thank me for reporting truthfully, and also for being so attentive. That's what he meant." Wen Yifan felt a little embarrassed when she said this, "But isn't this my job?"
Sang Yan said casually, "It's your job, but I can also praise you for doing a good job."
Wen Yifan paused for a while and then said, "Actually, I didn't like being a reporter very much before."
Hearing this, Sang Yan tilted his head, "Hmm?"
After thinking for a while, Wen Yifan changed her words, "It has nothing to do with this industry. At that time, I just felt that other than dancing, everything seemed to be the same. "
It was the first time that she took the initiative to mention this topic. Sang Yan just looked at her and didn't say anything.
"Actually, there's one more thing that I lied to you about." Wen Yifan blinked when she mentioned this. Compared to her previous feelings, she felt more at ease, "It's not because I can't dance anymore. It's because my stepfather felt that it was too expensive, so my mother asked me to stop dancing."
"… …"
Sang Yan was stunned for a moment. It seemed that he had never thought about this reason, and he didn't know how to react.
"After I gave up, I didn't think about it anymore. It's because I don't know how to fight for things for myself. "Wen Yifan said." After that, everything I did felt boring. "Sang Yan stopped and asked her," Do you still want to dance? "
"If it was a few years earlier, I would have wanted to." Wen Yifan gave a serious answer and then smiled, "But when I finished writing the press release about Che Xingde's case yesterday, I received a call from Guo Ling's father today …"
"… …"
Wen Yifan's eyes curved, "I suddenly realized that I also like being a reporter."
It turned out that dreams could also be subtly changed.
In the past, she thought that she was only good at dancing, so after she was deprived of her wings to fly, she felt that she had no other skills. She only lived under the shadow and was unwilling to accept anything else.
She felt that life was just like this, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.
Noticing that she was really happy, Sang Yan lowered his eyelids and whispered, "As long as you like it."
After two seconds, he added, "It's also good to dance for your partner in the future."
"… …"
Wen Yifan immediately looked at him. After a moment of silence, she couldn't help but laugh, "Sang Yan, you used to like watching me dance, didn't you?"
"… …" Sang Yan's eyelids moved and he was straightforward, "You just realized that?"
"Then I won't dance anymore."
"So what?" Sang Yan didn't care at all. His tone was very arrogant, "I like other things too."
… …
The two of them walked around inside.
Wen Yifan's taste was light. She didn't even like to touch drinks. She most often drank plain water. She was not interested in the snacks inside, and she didn't let Sang Yan eat them. She was afraid that it would affect his wound.
In the end, Wen Yifan only bought a bag of handmade candy from a small stall.
Wen Yifan opened the bag and took out a candy. She put it near Sang Yan's mouth, "Do you want to eat it?"
Sang Yan was not interested in this kind of sweet thing. He glanced at it and showed a refusal, "No."
"Oh." Wen Yifan knew his taste. She put the candy into her mouth, tasted it, and recommended to him, "It's not that sweet. The milk taste is a little stronger. Do you want to try?"
After that, she took another candy into the bag.
Sang Yan didn't understand, "Okay, I'll try."
"Then …" Wen Yifan looked up. Before she finished her sentence, she saw that he was staring at her. The next second, he pressed against the back of her head. Sang Yan's lips and tongue fell down. He hooked the candy in her mouth, bit it, and put it in his mouth.
"… …"
Wen Yifan was still holding the candy in her hand. She was a little confused.
"Okay, I was fooled." Because of this action, Sang Yan's lips were stained with a layer of water. He stared at her caught off guard and smiled, "It's quite sweet."
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