Wen Yifan didn't perform for a long time. The total time was about three to four minutes. As the music stopped, her last movement also ended.
After standing still for a few seconds, Wen Yifan changed her posture and bowed to the audience. At this moment, she was able to spare some energy to look at her own table. She instantly found Sang Yan's figure in the crowd.
Wen Yifan gasped lightly and blinked her eyes.
After getting off the stage, Wen Yifan quickly returned to her seat.
Sang Yan stared at her sideways.
Wen Yifan had makeup on her face, and there were small diamonds under the corner of her eyes, which looked shiny. After other colleagues complimented her, she looked at Sang Yan and smiled, "When did you come?"
"Before your performance started." Sang Yan pulled her coat hanging on the back of the chair and put it on her, "What's wrong with your clothes? Can the cloth be less? "
"…" Wen Yifan couldn't help but laugh, "It looks better this way."
Sang Yan didn't say anything. He helped her put on her coat, and his movements were neither gentle nor heavy.
Wen Yifan sat obediently and waited for him to continue, but she didn't hear him say anything for a long time. She didn't know if he was thinking about what to say. She waited for a while and reminded him, "Why don't you comment on my performance?"
"Didn't you just tell me that you can't dance?" Sang Yan poured a glass of water and put it in her hand. He looked calm, and his words of praise seemed a little hasty, "You danced quite well."
"I practiced for a long time," Wen Yifan said honestly, "but I'm still an amateur."
"How is this amateur?" Sang Yan didn't know what her standards were. He put his elbows on the edge of the table and supported his face with his hand. His eyes were on her, "Also, aren't you cold to dance in such a small dress in winter?"
Wen Yifan shook her head, "There's heating."
After that, Sang Yan didn't mention her dancing again.
Wen Yifan suddenly felt that this man was extremely cold and ruthless.
She comforted herself by saying that she danced pretty well, which should be a very good evaluation.
For the next period of time.
Wen Yifan could see from the corner of her eyes that Sang Yan's gaze had never left her. After a while, she turned to look at him and was a little puzzled, "Don't you want to watch the performance?"
Sang Yan slightly raised his eyebrows and answered neatly.
"…"
Wen Yifan felt that he really wasn't interested in these things, so she didn't force him. However, she was afraid that he would be bored and could only watch the show for a while, so she took the time to talk to him.
Sang Yan replied and casually played with her fingers.
Before the gala ended, it was time for the award ceremony.
Wen Yifan's show won second place in the popularity award and the prize money was 3,000 yuan. Her main purpose was to give Sang Yan a surprise. She never thought that she could win a prize with her level.
Wen Yifan took the red packet from the stage and gave it to Sang Yan.
Sang Yan looked at her, "Why did you give it to me?"
"I wanted to dance for you to see." The corners of Wen Yifan's eyes were curved, and there seemed to be a bright light in her eyes. She was very frank. "So I should give you the bonus after I get it."
"…" Sang Yan had never thought that he would be pampered by this lady one day. After a long pause, he suddenly laughed. "Alright. I'll keep it then. "
Before leaving the building, Wen Yifan wanted to change her dress before going home.
However, Sang Yan acted uncharacteristically and didn't let her change. He wrapped his long coat around her and covered every corner of her body. Then, he pulled her into the car.
Wen Yifan didn't think too much about it. She only felt that he was bored after staying for too long and wanted to go home early.
In the car.
Wen Yifan's nose was slightly red from the cold. She adjusted the hem of her dress and looked at Sang Yan. Once they were alone, she began to feel that his reaction was too perfunctory.
He really looked like a scumbag who cheated on her.
Wen Yifan mentioned again, "This is my New Year's gift for you in advance."
Sang Yan glanced at her and casually replied, "Got it."
Wen Yifan was speechless.
However, it didn't seem like there was a need for too much of a reaction.
After all, Sang Yan wasn't a person who knew how to say nice things.
After thinking it through again, Wen Yifan felt that she shouldn't be so stingy. Her mood was no longer affected by this matter. Not long after, she thought of another matter. She calculated the time and asked, "Oh right, when should we move?"
Sang Yan had already mentioned to her that when the contract for the house expired, the two of them would move to his house that had been burned down.
Wen Yifan only realized it at that time.
His house had been renovated for two years, and Sang Yan had never said that he wanted to move.
Sang Yan casually replied, "When do you want to move?"
"If we move before three months, then we'll wait until after Chinese New Year?" Wen Yifan glanced at him and said softly, "I should have more free time by then."
"Okay."
Wen Yifan felt that it would be a big project when she thought about contacting a moving company to pack her things. At this time, Sang Yan added, "You just need to pack your luggage, you don't have to worry about anything else."
Wen Yifan paused when she heard this. Her lips curled up, "Okay."
Wen Yifan recalled something from a long time ago when she made the decision. Sang Yan said that he would stay until she paid off the debt that she owed him because of her sleepwalking.
However, he didn't specify how he was going to pay her back.
"Oh right, the debt that you asked me to pay before …" Wen Yifan didn't know if he remembered it, she continued, "We haven't settled it yet?"
There was a moment of silence.
Sang Yan calmly let out an "ah".
She couldn't tell what his reaction meant. Wen Yifan felt that he had forgotten about it, so she didn't care too much. Soon, the car drove to the parking lot, and the two got out of the car and went home.
Wen Yifan took off her coat and hung it on the coat rack. She had just taken off her shoes and was about to take a shower.
All of a sudden.
Sang Yan suddenly hugged her waist from behind and pressed her against the door. He seemed to have restrained himself for a long time. His movements were very heavy and close to her body.
She was caught off guard and turned her head subconsciously.
Sang Yan's hot lips had already fallen on the back of her neck, moving down and wandering on her naked skin. His voice was very low, as if he was speaking in a breathless voice, "Don't you want me to comment?"
"…"
As he spoke, Sang Yan's other hand reached up and gently rubbed it with the pads of his fingers. He bit her butterfly bone, as if he was venting his desire, and the strength seemed rough.
The ballet dress was close to her body, and with this action, Wen Yifan's neck was tilted back, which clearly outlined her curves. She felt itchy and a little painful, "Why are you biting me?"
Sang Yan acted as if he didn't hear anything and continued his ambiguous and lustful actions. After a long time, he straightened up and rubbed his nose against her hair. He nibbled her ear bone and whispered into her ear.
"… I want to hide you."
The moment he saw her from the stage.
He wanted to bring her back to his own world, hide all the light on her body in his arms, and not let others see it. But he also felt that she should be like this in everyone's eyes.
With a dazzling light.
Before Wen Yifan could react, her body was in a mess because of his action. She felt Sang Yan's hands kneading her body. He pulled down her pantyhose and said while panting, "You can't pull it …"
She looked at him again and met his pitch-black eyes that were filled with hidden flames.
Sang Yan's appearance was tough, and his eyes were sharp. When he didn't speak, he looked indifferent and condescending. His lips were thin and straight. At this moment, there was affection in his eyes, and there was an inexplicable hint of desire in the coldness.
"Why not?"
His actions became more and more presumptuous as he touched every sensitive part of her body.
"It's a conjoined body." Wen Yifan felt like her body was floating in the air. A layer of mist gradually appeared in her eyes. She tried to make her voice steady and held back her sobs, "… … It will spoil."
Sang Yan couldn't help but kiss her lips as he stared at her. The tip of his tongue entered her mouth and intertwined with hers.
It was accompanied by a vague voice, "Then teach me."
In a state of confusion, Wen Yifan seemed to suddenly understand the reason why Sang Yan didn't let her take off her dress. A thought flashed through her mind for a moment, but she immediately pulled him into love.
Wen Yifan felt that she was willingly peeling herself apart bit by bit with him.
Then, she offered it to him.
Sang Yan's body came crashing in, full of possessiveness, and a very clear sentence.
"It's time to pay the debt."
… …
This time, Sang Yan wasn't as unrestrained as he was the night before, but he used more force than before. After that, he carried Wen Yifan to the bathroom and cleaned her body.
Before falling asleep, Wen Yifan vaguely felt that Sang Yan seemed to have kissed her forehead.
She didn't know if she heard it wrong or something else, but he seemed to have said something.
"— — Dance for me when you get married."
This year, Wen Yifan's New Year's holiday was still from the first day of the lunar year to the third day of the lunar year. On New Year's Eve, she was picked up by Sang Yan after work. He asked her to pack some clothes and luggage.
Sang Yan looked at her and said, "Stay there for three nights."
Wen Yifan nodded.
"I haven't told my parents that you're staying there." Sang Yan rubbed her head and said casually, "Let me know if you're not used to it. We'll come back to sleep after dinner. "
Wen Yifan pulled his hand away, "You messed up my hair."
"Listen to me." Sang Yan was particularly bad. He put his hand back and continued to mess up her hair, "Why are you only paying attention to your hairstyle? Do you have a conscience?"
Wen Yifan looked up and stood on tiptoe to rub his hair.
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows.
Wen Yifan muttered, "You're so childish."
He had to do what she didn't want him to do.
Sang Yan stopped when she started to do it. He tidied up her hair and was amused, "Who's childish?"
Wen Yifan also slowly stopped. Thinking about what she had said before, she thought for a moment and asked, "If I go to your house, where will I sleep?"
Sang Yan glanced at her, "Sleep in the same room with my sister."
Wen Yifan immediately nodded, "That's fine."
"… …" Sang Yan was inexplicably unhappy that she agreed so quickly, "Wait, do you have something to say to that kid? You don't want to sleep in the same room with me? "
"Yes." Wen Yifan's voice was gentle. She directly ignored the question of whether he was willing or not. She began to worry, "But-"
"What's wrong?"
"I'm a little afraid that I'll sleepwalk," Wen Yifan said, "What if I scare you?"
"… …" Sang Yan stared at her and felt that this girl was like a scumbag. He suddenly said, "We've lived together for so long, why don't I see you? You're afraid that you'll scare me."
Wen Yifan also looked at him.
They looked at each other for three seconds.
Wen Yifan looked away and continued to put the clothes into the bag, "There's nothing I can do."
Wen Yifan was afraid that Sang Yan's parents would wait for too long, so she didn't spend too much time to pack up. It was only when she got into Sang Yan's car that she realized how nervous she was. She couldn't sit still the entire time.
Sang Yan probably noticed her mood, so he casually said, "Don't worry."
Wen Yifan, "Ah?"
"My parents will only thank you," Sang Yan said, "for letting me find a partner."
"… …"
Because Sang Yan had said similar words many times, Wen Yifan couldn't help but ask, "Why are your parents so anxious to find a partner for you? You're only 26 years old. You're not that old. I think it's quite early. "
She felt that it wasn't too late to get married before the age of 35.
"The better the conditions, the harder it is to find a partner." Sang Yan looked insufferably arrogant, "Do you understand?"
"… …"
Wen Yifan was used to his behavior, so she didn't speak anymore. She was thinking about what to say when they arrived. She was afraid that she would leave a bad impression, so she began to take out her memo and began to write all kinds of comments.
When the light turned green, Sang Yan looked in her direction.
Noticing the content on her screen, he bent his lower lip and didn't interrupt her.
It didn't take long before they arrived at Sang Yan's house.
Wen Yifan went to the trunk of the car to take out the gift she bought. She was silently reading the script she just wrote in the car. Her expression was the same as usual. She wanted to appear as calm and collected as possible.
She wanted to leave a good impression on Sang Yan's parents.
Sang Yan looked at her with interest.
The two of them took the elevator upstairs.
Sang Yan took out the key from his pocket. Glancing at her tightly pursed lips, he pinched her fingertips and comforted her, "It's okay, don't be nervous. You have me to set off your image. "
"…" Wen Yifan didn't understand what he meant.
Wen Yifan opened the door and followed Sang Yan in.
It was spacious and bright inside. As soon as they entered the hallway, Wen Yifan could see Sang Zhi sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she heard the movement, she turned her head and immediately smiled, revealing two dimples on her lips.
Sang Zhi obediently greeted, "Sister Yifan."
Wen Yifan also greeted her with a smile.
Sang Yan looked at her and said coldly, "You didn't see me?"
Sang Zhi pretended not to hear. She patted the seat next to her and said to Wen Yifan enthusiastically, "Sister Yifan, you sit here."
"… …"
The next moment, Sang Yan's parents also came out of the kitchen.
Wen Yifan had met Sang Yan's mother, Li Ping. Not only on the night of the fireworks show, but also when they were called to their parents because of the rumors of puppy love.
But Wen Yifan didn't know if Li Ping still remembered her.
Maybe Sang Yan had mentioned it to them in advance, Li Ping smiled and said, "Is it Yifan?"
Wen Yifan nodded quickly, "Yes, uncle and auntie, happy New Year." As she said that, she handed over the meeting gift in her hand, "This is the New Year's gift I prepared for you."
Li Ping wiped her hands on her apron and took the gift. She looked extremely gentle, "Next time, just come over directly, don't bring gifts. Sit for a while, your uncle and I are almost done, we can eat now. "
Wen Yifan took the initiative and said, "Let me help you."
Sang Yan's father, Sang Rong, said, "No, it's almost done. You watch TV with me for a while. "
Sang Yan, who was ignored throughout the whole process, didn't seem to care. He lazily tried to make his presence known and broke the warm atmosphere, "Then I'll watch TV too?"
As soon as Sang Yan spoke, the atmosphere turned cold.
The two elders didn't speak again.
Sang Zhi was like a bystander, watching the show from the side.
She didn't know why the atmosphere became like this.
Wen Yifan inexplicably thought of how Sang Yan was scolded every time he called home. Especially during the time when he was injured, she even heard Li Ping angrily saying on the phone, "If you don't come back, I'll have another child with your father."
Sang Yan yawned and said, "Sure, I really want to have a younger brother."
"… …"
Wen Yifan subconsciously looked at Sang Yan's direction and then looked at Sang Yan's parents again.
Just when he was thinking about whether he should say something or not.
Li Ping's smile faded a little, she looked at Sang Yan from head to toe, "Okay."
As if Sang Rong and Li Ping had been suppressing their opinions for a long time, it was as if Sang Rong and Li Ping had cooperated in advance. He walked over and held Sang Yan's shoulder, raised his hand and opened the door, "Let's go back to your room."
"… …"
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