Hard to Deceive

This is like a scene that has been performed thousands of times in the depths of a dream, and it is like a scene that has never even dared to dream. It made her feel that the vain world was finally stable, but she felt like she had entered an unreal illusion.

It seemed to open his eyes again.

The two returned to the midsummer after the college entrance examination.

Nothing has happened yet.

That night, Che Xingde did not come back. Everything went according to plan. She didn't have that experience and didn't change her college entrance examination volunteers. That night, she just agreed to meet with Sang Yan, and nothing else happened.

Wen Yifan has a sense of expectation every day.

I waited every day for the admission result when Sang Yan came to Beiyu again.

Thinking, he would come over and talk to her.

Maybe it's a confession, maybe it's coming to talk to her about college, or maybe it's the same as before, just coming to see her. In any case, it will definitely not be the same as before.

It must not be the prologue of the two people on each side from this day.

Wen Yifan raised his eyelashes a little, and met his prominent Adam's apple. The arc was extremely sharp. His kiss still landed on her forehead, very light, with a very cherished meaning.

She blinked slowly, seeing tears falling down, and subconsciously touching her eyes with the back of her hand: "At that time, Che Xingde told me that it was a shame and shame. My relatives also told me not to Call the police and say it doesn't sound good."

"...I don't want you to know."

before that.

Wen Yifan had never heard someone say such ugly things to her.

No one has ever used those words to describe her.

So even the victim.

It will also make her feel that she is really like that in the eyes of other people.

Wen Yifan pressed his lower lip hard, and said with all his strength: "It would be great if I said the same at the time."

Tell all these things.

Tell him all.

What will they look like now?

Sang Yan tore off her hand and wiped away the tears on her face little by little: "Wen Shuangjiang, what do you hear from the scumbag?"

Wen Yifan stared at him.

"Listen, there is no shame or shame in this matter. You know?" Sang Yan also looked back at her, saying word by word, "You did nothing wrong, you did a good job. You protected yourself, you are very brave."

You are magnanimous.

Can stand unscrupulously in the sun.

That kind of talent should live in the gutter.

Wen Yifan did not speak.

Sang Yan said again: "Have you heard?" She pursed her lips and nodded.

The corners of Sang Yan's lips curled up, and he said slowly: "Okay, then I would like to thank you."

Wen Yifan sucked his nose: "Thank you."

He bowed his head and kissed the corner of her lips, and whispered, "Thank you, Ah Jiang for protecting me."

Wen Yifan looked stunned.

"Also, why is it too late to talk about this now?" Sang Yan's eyes were dark, and she pulled the topic away in a vocal manner. "Maybe I don't want to fall in love at that time, and I don't plan to agree with you after me."

Wen Yifan returned to his senses, his lips pressed slightly, and after a few seconds he could not hold back a smile. Her bad mood gradually dissipated with his words, and she spoke with a slight nasal sound: "It was obviously you who chased me before."

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Don't you like me too."

Wen Yifan was taken aback for a moment, and nodded very seriously: "Yeah."

"If you like it, you can chase it," Sang Yan smiled, then lowered his eyes to apply medicine to her, and his tone returned to the old beating, "I like it and wait for someone to chase you, why is your girl so good-faced?"

Wen Yifan looked at him: "Then I don't know how to chase people."

"..."

Sang Yan stopped and raised his head: "I understand?"

Recalling his previous behavior, Wen Yifan honestly said: "Well, you look quite experienced."

Sang Yan stared at her straight, and when she saw that she really thought that way, she felt her teeth itchy inexplicably. He couldn't help but pinched her face, and said leisurely: "You have no temper and sometimes you can be quite annoying."

Wen Yifan has been pinched by him several times today, and he feels that his face is going to be pulled big by him. Adhering to the principle of you coming and me, she also raised her hand and pinched his face like a counterattack.

Sang Yan was very double-labeled, and glanced at her: "What are you doing."

"I'll just," Wen Yifan paused without taking his hand back, "touch your face."

"..."

Sang Yan didn't care about her, and continued to help her treat the wound, and asked by the way, "Have you applied the medicine properly these days?"

Wen Yifan: "Yeah."

"Locked the door before going to bed?"

"Ok."

The two of them talked with each other.

After processing, Wen Yifan got up from him.

Sang Yan arranged the medicine bottle: "Go wash your face and eat."

Wen Yifan nodded and stood up obediently.

When Wen Yifan came out of the bathroom, Sang Yan had already arranged the things on the bed. He got up, bent over and took a change of clothes from his duffel bag, and soon went into the bathroom to take a shower.

The space in the bathroom is not large and somewhat cramped.

Sang Yan put the clothes on the sink and started to undress absently.

Within a few seconds, Sang Yan stopped again.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Sang Yan froze in place, like a petrified sculpture. He stared at himself in the mirror, and what Wen Yifan had just said recurred in his mind.

Every word is like a sharp blade, piercing every corner of his body.

The violence lurking in the bones can't be covered at this moment.

――"I didn't know what to do at the time, no one helped me."

-"Sang Yan, no one is on my side."

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, closing his eyes lightly.

...

Sitting at the table, Wen Yifan bit the rice slowly, feeling that Sang Yan took a longer bath this time than before. She looked in the direction of the bathroom from time to time, and recalled the conversation between the two just now.

Afterwards, he became worried and didn't know if it would affect his mood.

Wen Yifan ate some on the plane, but he wasn't really hungry right now.

After a few mouthfuls, he put down his chopsticks.

Wen Yifan packed his lunchboxes, climbed back to the bed and played bored with his mobile phone for a while.

After a while, Sang Yan also came out of the bathroom. He had a towel on his head, his hair was wet, and water was dripping from the tips of his hair. As soon as he came out, he glanced in her direction: "I'm full?"

Wen Yifan raised his eyes, paying attention to his expression: "I'm full."

Sang Yan hummed, took the phone and sat next to her.

Wen Yifan was still lying on the bed, and after observing his appearance for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, he breathed a sigh of relief and silently retracted his gaze.

She continued to scan Weibo and actively asked: "Then do you want to find only one tomorrow?"

Sang Yan's tone was casual: "Look again, I've already told that kid back to Nanwu."

His appearance seemed a little indifferent, and the contrast was particularly strong with that before he came to Yihe. Wen Yifan felt a little strange, but soon came to a conclusion: "You are only with the Duan Approval, are you quite relieved?"

"Yes." Thinking of this, Sang Yanpi smiled and said without a smile, "That brute does take care of the child, and he works harder for the kid than my brother, which makes me feel ashamed."

"..." Wen Yifan was dumbfounded, "Why are you calling people like this."

Sang Yan looked down at his mobile phone and happened to see the condolences sent by Duan's commendation not long ago.

Duan Jiaxu: [Nothing happened, right? 】

"If you dare to do it, you have to dare to bear it," Sang Yan looked at it and didn't seem to think there was any problem. He responded to the news and said, "He is doing animal stuff now, understand?"

Wen Yifan couldn't hold back and said, "Isn't this something to go with the flow?"

"Wen Shuangjiang, do you know how old this animal was when she knew my sister." Sang Yan looked at her, as if trying to find a sense of identity, speaking slowly, "Just a primary school student, less than ten years old. ."

Wen Yifan was not taken in by him, counting the ages of the two: "When you were only ten, did you go to college?"

Sang Yan's tone was cool: "It's not much worse."

He seemed very unhappy with his appearance, and Wen Yifan didn't continue to mention it. She glanced at the screen of his mobile phone and saw that he was opening Alipay, looking like he was going to transfer money to someone.

Wen Yifan understood in an instant: "Are you going to only transfer living expenses?"

"The kid turned his elbow severely, and now his arm is broken." Sang Yan said lazily, "I don't bother to care about her, so I can only give her more money to go to the hospital for a checkup."

"..."

Wen Yifan thought his appearance was a bit funny.

She was lying on the bed, staring at his face.

Not long after, Wen Yifan suddenly noticed something wrong. Just when he didn't see clearly outside, the light in the room brightened, and his complexion became whiter after taking a shower, and everything became clear instantly.

She immediately sat up, stared at the corner of his right eye, raised her hand and touched it: "Why is the corner of your eye broken?"

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan suddenly remembered something: "Oh."

Wen Yifan asked patiently: "How did you do it?"

Sang Yan said bluntly: "Duan Jiaxing did it."

"..." Wen Yifan didn't react, "Why did he hit you?"

"I don't know," Sang Yan paused, and said slowly, "His temper is not good."

Thinking that he just took a bite of a beast, and suddenly wanted to return to Nanwu, Wen Yifan did not believe him too much. She looked at him and hesitantly gave a guess: "Did you fight him?"

Sang Yan turned his head to look at her: "No."

"Then," Wen Yifan asked, "Did you beat him?"

Sang Yan raised his chin slightly, noncommittal.

But this gesture is obviously a tacit meaning. Thinking of the appearance of these two brothers and sisters who are not usually dealing with each other, Wen Yifan always feels that this is a bit calm: "Is it just not angry with you?"

Sang Yan still didn't say a word.

Wen Yifan understood: "Did you return to Nanwu because of this?"

The room was quiet.

Sang Yan stared at her close brows.

At this time, her fingertips were still at the corner of his eyes, staring at his wound intently and earnestly. She has just finished taking a shower, wearing short-sleeved shorts, with a low neckline. The limbs are also exposed in the air, tender and soft.

It's like a seductive temptation.

Seeing that he was not speaking, Wen Yifan's gaze shifted and met his eyes.

I instantly noticed the extremely ambiguous distance between the two.

Freeze frame for three seconds.

The next moment, as if she could no longer restrain her lust, Sang Yan suddenly pulled her into his arms. His kiss touched her lips directly, softly fitting, accompanied by ambiguous words.

"What is it that I returned to Nanwu because of this? Do you have a conscience?"

"I know I'm angry all day long," Sang Yan was very straightforward, pinching her chin and buckling her tongue in, sweeping across every corner, licking slowly, "I was so angry that I forgot to take my luggage. , I have to borrow the underwear from Duan Jiaxing that dog."

"..." Wen Yifan was a little confused by his kiss, and then laughed at the words.

Sang Yan stopped and became amused: "Can you be more serious?"

"Are you really wearing other people's underwear?" As if not wanting to break the atmosphere, Wen Yifan endured it, but still thought it was funny, and still couldn't stop laughing, "Then you can't buy one."

"New," Sang Yan stared at her and smiled inexplicably, "Isn't that a purchase."

After speaking, Sang Yan raised her chin again and continued to kiss her.

The strength of his relatives was also heavy, and his hands gradually moved up, changing to support her face. Biting her lips and tongue again and again, as if she was about to eat people, she moved very eagerly.

The man wears the very familiar sandalwood incense on his body, his body is generous and warm, and all his auras seem to be aggressive, all pervasive and invade her. His hair was dripping with water, hitting her neck and sliding down.

It was cold, but it seemed to carry electricity.

Wen Yifan winced involuntarily.

Sang Yan's palm was hot, peeking in along her clothes and up along her abdomen until she touched her softness. He put a callus on his fingertips, rubbed it lightly, and scraped it from the top.

Wen Yifan gasped unconsciously, his body became stiff, and he subconsciously hooked his neck, a little nervous.

It didn't mean to resist at all.

But soon, perhaps noticing her condition, Sang Yan stopped. The hand that touched her also gradually moved down and withdrew from her clothes. He still kissed her, as if venting his desires.

From the lips to the earlobes, along the neck, biting gently.

Slightly colored water stains.

Wen Yifan hugged his head, knelt down on him, and could clearly feel his hotness. She didn't dare to move a bit, and stood still and endured his actions.

After a long time, Sang Yan stopped her movements and bit her lip like a vent.

Wen Yifan looked at him blankly: "Why stopped."

Sang Yan stared at her red lips, her apple slipped, her voice low and hoarse: "Are you not in your menstrual period?"

These words instantly reminded Wen Yifan, the excuse she used to deal with Sang Yan. Feeling guilty when he mentioned it, she kissed his lips again and whispered: "I lied to you."

"..."

This is equivalent to acquiescence.

In the small hotel room, the very charming atmosphere is lingering.

Sang Yan opened his mouth and let her kiss. After a while, he slowly let go of her lips, and his fingertips slipped from the back of her neck, down his back all the way down to the clothes line.

He turned around flirtingly, and then slowly hooked up her clothes.

"Oh, that's why I tried my best to open the same room with me--"

Pull to the position of the abdomen.

"Then how to pay it back?" He continued with deep desire in his eyes, and he curled his lips, "I want to make two beds clear."

"..."

Go on.

Wen Yifan looked at the man in front of him, his mind was empty, and he felt a little dry mouth inexplicably. She leaned against him subconsciously, unconsciously yearning for more, but with unknown tension and anxiety.

In the next instant, Sang Yan's kiss fell on her collarbone, bringing out little by little marks.

"Temperature frost is falling, whoring me?"

All senses are magnified.

Wen Yifan hooked his neck, his strength gradually increased, enduring the sound in his throat. He could feel his lips and tongue continue to slide, with a deep and sexual feeling, like a catalyst gasp.

"It's cheaper for you."