Hard to Deceive

The unreality of Cong Sang Yan's sudden appearance in the noodle restaurant, at this moment because of his words, rose again, almost filled with all Wen Yifan's thoughts, making her dazzling.

Wen Yifan stared at the person in front of him in a daze, and the mood of the night was replaced by another emotion. Her nose sore, her lips moved, but she was a little speechless.

It was like a surprise that I had never expected, a desire that I never dared to think, suddenly came without warning. She couldn't believe it, so she didn't even have the courage to reach out for it.

I'm afraid that everything in front of me will disappear when I stretch out my hand.

For a moment, Wen Yifan thought of meeting Sang Yan unexpectedly at the "Overtime" bar at the end of last year. When he showed that attitude of looking at strangers, and his attitude towards her has been poor, she also tried to let herself not care.

Because she thinks it is understandable, and she thinks it is all taken for granted.

Everything is her behavior, the "result" she should bear.

Wen Yifan was the one who brought harm to Sang Yan.

So in his precious memories, it is not worth letting her occupy a place. To him, she was just a non-essential one, and all traces left by her could be covered by another person passing by.

She thought that she was just such an existence.

But at this moment, Wen Yifan really realized.

It doesn't seem to be the case.

Maybe he has met many people of all kinds.

Perhaps in this process, his feelings for her have already faded.

But he never forgot her.

After so many years, everything is changing.

I still only like you.

Wen Yifan stared at him without blinking.

Suddenly, I hope that human memory can be divided into scenes frame by frame with equipment like a movie. If that were the case, she would be able to keep this scene forever.

Never forget, and never want to forget.

Seeing that she hadn't said a word, Sang Yan pursed her lower lip slightly, and it seemed that she didn't say anything.

"Hey, speak."

Being interrupted by his words, Wen Yifan came back to his senses. She sucked her nose gently, feeling that she should respond with some romantic words. But at this moment, she accepted the surprise, she just wanted to treat everything carefully: "If you think such words are hypocritical--"

Sang Yan looked down at her.

Wen Yifan said in earnest: "From then on, let me do it."

After hearing this, Sang Yan's expression halted.

Like a child getting an extremely precious toy, Wen Yifan's ears gradually became hot, and he didn't know what to do. He was extremely cautious about every word: "But it's a bit difficult for me now."

Sang Yan stared at her, and the corners of her lips gradually bent slightly.

As soon as the words fell, there was silence again.

Wen Yifan pondered, he didn't seem to respond to his confession. She glanced at him, always feeling that this is not over yet, she has to go through the process: "Then we are now—"

"Ok?"

"The two love each other."

"..."

Hearing this, Sang Yan seemed to be unable to bear it, and suddenly grabbed his jaw and smiled.

There was another muffled laughter.

Wen Yifan didn't know what he was laughing at. He felt that the process was not over yet, so he pulled back to the right path for himself: "So, from now on, you are my object?"

Sang Yan was still laughing: "Yes."

Wen Yifan raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him smiling.

The pear vortex on his right lip is sunken, his brows stretched out when he smiled, and he looked extremely happy.

The corners of Wen Yifan's mouth were also bent inexplicably.

The feeling of unreality did not fade at all, but intensified.

But she still felt extremely happy because of this. I only hope that this will only happen, and the illusion of what she wants to happen will be maintained without any changes.

...

The sudden change of identity made Wen Yifan wonder how to get along with him in a short time. She didn't speak any more, just stared at his face close at hand, the faint demon mole on her eyelid was especially clear.

Wen Yifan gradually lost his mind.

Because of this uneasy feeling, I also thought of whether there was a monster pretending to be him on this rainy night and coming to confuse people.

Next second.

Sang Yan stopped laughing for a while, then let out another voice, with a scornful tone: "Happy to be like this?"

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

"Oh, yes." Sang Yan looked at the curvature of her lips, and said leisurely, "It is indeed worthy to be happy for ten years or eight years to get such an outstanding man like me."

"..."

Sang Yan said compassionately: "Okay, go ahead."

Wen Yifan licked his lower lip and silently retracted his thoughts.

Youkai shouldn't be so shameless.

The temperature in Beiyu is slightly lower than that in Nanwu, and after a period of rain, the wind is a bit biting. It was only early eight o'clock at this time, many shops on the street were closed, and only a few food stalls were still open.

The two continued to move forward.

Wen Yifan asked: "Have you booked a hotel?"

Sang Yan: "Nothing."

Wen Yifan looked at him subconsciously and suddenly noticed the rain on his shoulders. His coat was waterproof and did not penetrate, and he was sliding down the clothes at this time. She subconsciously raised her hand, patted him, and asked, "Have you eaten dinner?"

"Neither." As she said, Sang Yan grabbed her wrist to stop her behavior, "Why is it not cold?"

Wen Yifan reminded: "Move the umbrella over, you see that your clothes are all wet."

"Wen Shuang Jiang," Sang Yan's fingertips were warm, moved up a little, and lightly covered her rain-stained hands, and quickly let go, "When enjoying other people's services, don't make so many comments, okay? "

"..."

Wen Yifan stared at his hand that was still in the air, and after a few seconds, he slowly retracted it. Although it was only a moment, it seemed that the places he had been holding seemed to be hot.

Dissipate the coldness of rain.

She squeezed the palm of her hand, for some reason, put her hand back in her pocket for some reason.

The two didn't speak much along the way, and remained silent most of the time. But in the silence, there is always a seemingly ambiguous entanglement, wrapping the two inside.

When passing by a fruit stall, Wen Yifan suddenly stopped.

Sang Yan looked at her: "What?"

Wen Yifan: "Buy something."

Sang Yan didn't ask her what she wanted to buy, but said lazily, "Well, go get it."

Wen Yifan walked in and took only two apples. Then, she got to the cashier, and when she first wanted to pay, Sang Yan took out her mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay.

The boss put the apple in the bag and handed it to them.

Sang Yan took it and asked casually: "Want to eat an apple?"

Wen Yifan pointed to the apple, then pointed to him, concisely: "I said I will give you the real thing."

"..." Sang Yan said with a loud voice.

After leaving the fruit stall, Wen Yifan bought Sang Yan a dinner nearby.

Unconsciously, the two walked to the hotel where Wen Yifan was staying. She walked towards the front desk and made a suggestion: "Then you will also stay at this hotel tonight, and tomorrow you will go back to Nanwu with our car?"

Sang Yan: "Sure."

Wen Yifan inquired at the front desk and used Sang Yan's ID card to book a room on the same floor as her. During this period, she took a look at the photo on his ID card and looked a little younger than it is now, her brows raised slightly, and her arrogance in her bones was not concealed.

The time to look at the ID card seems to be taken when he was in college.

She couldn't help but look more.

Sang Yan glanced at her: "What are you doing."

Wen Yifan was about to explain.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he ran into his face that became more arrogant as time passed.

She swallowed the words immediately: "Nothing."

After completing the formalities at the front desk, Sang Yan took the room card and ID card. Afterwards, the two walked in the direction of the elevator. He put the room card in his pocket, but naturally gave her the ID card.

Wen Yifan took it, but didn't know what he was going to do: "What's wrong?"

Sang Yan said slowly: "You can watch it if you want."

"..."

Unexpectedly, Sang Yan would do this, and Wen Yifan was taken aback. She lowered her head to look at the identity of Sang Yan. After a few seconds, she looked up again and looked at Sang Yan who was standing beside her waiting for the elevator.

He didn't look in her direction, only stared at the numbers on the elevator.

Wen Yifan retracted his eyes and curled his lower lip.

The two went up to the third floor.

Wen Yifan paid attention to the sign on the wall and pointed in a direction: "Your room seems to be over there."

Sang Yan took it for granted: "Take me to find it."

"Okay." Taking him to the door of the room, Wen Yifan didn't know whether he was fit to enter, hesitatingly asked, "Then I will go back to the room first?"

Sang Yan turned his head: "You still have a job?"

Wen Yifan: "No."

Sang Yan: "Do you have anything else?"

Wen Yifan: "No."

"Then what are you going to do?" Sang Yan found it absurd and took out the room card from his pocket and handed it to her, "Go in by yourself."

"..."

Wen Yifan took it and let go and opened the door. She walked in and sat down on the chair by the bed. Feeling he was a little unhappy, she explained in a low voice: "Because we have just confirmed the relationship, I am afraid that if I enter your private space directly, it will make you unhappy."

Sang Yan put the things on the table: "You sound like a gentleman."

"..."

"Who would have thought," Sang Yan turned his head, his tone was idle and swaying, "You have touched me all over."

"..." Wen Yifan wanted to argue for himself, and felt that what he said was indeed the truth. She did not respond to this, but just reminded, "You have dinner first, it's too late."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan asked: "Have you eaten yet?"

Wen Yifan nodded: "Eat noodles."

While speaking, Sang Yan had already walked back to her. He watched her for a while, and suddenly frowned: "What is your job?"

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

"Could you be more reasonable?" Sang Yan's tone was a little unhappy, "I spent so long on the meat that I raised for you, but you lost it for me after half a month on a business trip?"

Wen Yifan was a little dazed, just about to speak.

The next second, Sang Yan's eyes stopped, as if he had noticed something. He sat directly next to her and raised his hand to pull the hair around her ear. His demeanor was light and subtle, without touching her skin.

But this distance still made Wen Yifan froze: "What's the matter?"

Sang Yan found the wound behind her ear, and the curvature of her lips gradually narrowed.

"what happened?"

Wen Yifan didn't react too much, and asked slowly, "Huh?"

Sang Yan lowered his eyelashes, rubbed his fingers uncontrollably on the wound: "How did you do it."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan suddenly remembered the small injury he suffered while at the scene. It has been several days since the injury, the scabs had already formed at this moment, and there was no pain. She almost forgot about it.

"It was scratched by a gravel," Wen Yifan was a little nervous because of his touch. "It's not too serious."

Sang Yan didn't touch her again, still looking behind her ear.

"It's just a scratch, nothing else." Wen Yifan simply broke the topic to himself, "By the way, why did you come to Beiyu? Didn't I tell you, am I going back tomorrow? I even ordered a cake for you."

Sang Yan put down his hand and said casually: "I'm here to receive the gift."

Wen Yifan said, "But the gift I prepared for you is still at home."

a long time.

Sang Yan delayed the ending "Oh".

Wen Yifan added: "I'll give it to you again."

"Yeah." Sang Yan stared at her lips and suddenly said, "Help me get my phone."

Wen Yifan looked over, but did not see his mobile phone on the table. She turned her head and wanted to tell him that the phone was not there, but before she could say anything, she saw Sang Yan, who had been a little away from her, leaning forward.

Almost in her original position.

She couldn't brake in time, and her lips brushed against the corner of his lips.

Wen Yifan's body froze.

Sang Yan also maintained his original posture, staying still. Staring at her somewhat unexpectedly, his expression was unclear. Two seconds later, the corners of his lips twitched lightly, and he whispered, "Thanks."

"..."

"I got it now."