Hard to Deceive (Nan Hong) - Chapter 56

His lips are warm, as if carrying an electric current, covering her lips, moving again and again. It seems that I want to be restrained, but I am eager to be extremely dissatisfied.

It’s different from the past few dragonfly kisses.

Suddenly, Sang Yan buckled her chin down, opened her teeth with the tip of her tongue, and leaned in. His hands moved to touch the back of her head, not allowing her any room to shrink.

Little by little, feed the extremely hot breath into her mouth.

Wen Yifan was a little breathless.

Wen Yifan opened his eyes, his brain was blank, and he didn’t know how to respond. She grabbed his clothes uncontrollably, as if looking for a point of attachment, the strength to support him.

At this moment, she can only give everything to him.

Let him lead.

Neither of them had extra experience.

The kiss was green, but rough and warm. The teeth knocked to the lips inadvertently, bringing a little tingling sensation, making the feeling more real. Sang Yan did not constrain at all, as if he was stimulated, his actions were even more presumptuous.

There is no concealment of the **** in the eyes.

I do not know how long it has been.

Sang Yan bit her tongue lightly, and then stopped.

The lips and teeth of the two were separated, and the distance had not been extended.

Wen Yifan’s breathing was a little bit faster, and he raised his eyes and noticed that his usual pale lip color was red as if congested at this moment. Going up, the man’s eyes are full of emotion, vague and unclear.

It seemed that she would be transformed into her original form in the next second, and she was completely dismantled into her abdomen.

Sang Yan lowered her eyelashes, raised her hand, and slowly rubbed the water stains on her lips with his fingers. His movements are light and subtle, as if seduce seemingly nonexistent. After a while, he said dumbly: “Are you hungry?”

Because of his sudden words, Wen Yifan subconsciously groaned.

“I can’t do two things at the same time. So, do you want me to heat up porridge for you first, or,” Sang Yan paused, looking arrogantly, “Kiss you again?”

…

It’s already ten minutes to get out of the kitchen.

Wen Yifan didn’t accompany him to heat the porridge, and sat back on the sofa. She felt her mouth dry inexplicably, and she poured a full glass of water before stopping. As soon as the spirit was relaxed, the memory was pulled back to the scene ten minutes ago.

After listening to Sang Yan’s words, Wen Yifan just stared at him quietly.

Then, without saying a word, he raised his hand to hook his neck and pressed down…

“…”

Thinking of this, Wen Yifan poured another glass of water and continued to pour it down. Her lips were hot and numb, and she felt so deep that she couldn’t ignore it, always reminding her of the kiss just now.

next moment.

Sang Yan came out of the kitchen and lazily shouted, “Come here.”

Wen Yifan quickly put down the water glass, got up and walked to the table position. Because of the intimate behavior of the two just now, she was still a little uncomfortable, and she dared not look at him at this time.

Sang Yan: “Go get the bowl.”

Wen Yifan walked obediently to the kitchen and took two sets of tableware. Back at the dining table, when I met Sang Yan’s face, he happened to see that the corner of his lips was bitten, and a little blood was oozing out at this moment.

“…”

Wen Yifan immediately lowered his eyes.

Sang Yan didn’t seem to notice it at all.

The cold white complexion made the redness even more striking.

Wen Yifan couldn’t help stretching out his hand and quickly rubbed the corner of his lips.

Sang Yan looked at her: “?”

The trace faded a bit. Wen Yifan withdrew his gaze, thinking that if it was wiped off, it would be equivalent to non-existent: “Something is on it.”

Quiet for a few seconds.

Sang Yanyi pointed out: “What can I get?”

“…”

“Where did I just touch this?”

Perhaps due to psychological effects, Wen Yifan felt his lips start to feel hot again. She lowered her eyes and pretended to say calmly: “It’s the sauce I accidentally got on. I got rid of it.”

As soon as these words fell, Wen Yifan felt that his lips had also been touched by him.

She raised her eyes.

Sang Yan hooked her lips and explained leisurely: “You got it too.”

“…”

Wen Yifan immediately understood the meaning of his words.

For a moment, I felt the heat spread to the cheeks and to the ears.

I don’t know if it is because of drinking too much water or why, Wen Yifan doesn’t feel any hunger at the moment. She only filled a small bowl, and after eating, she sat next to him and glanced at the wound on his lips from time to time.

Sneaky.

Sang Yan didn’t realize anything because of her actions.

Wen Yifan didn’t know what he would say when he saw the wound in the mirror for a while.

It’s too early.

Sang Yan urged: “Go to bed after eating. Don’t you have to go to work for a while.”

I haven’t sat down with him for several days and talked. Wen Yifan wanted to stay with him for a while. She nodded, but there was no sign of leaving. She propped her face, still staring at him.

The little wound no longer oozes blood, it looks not as obvious as it was just now. Thinking about it this way, Wen Yifan didn’t know whether he had this wound on his lips.

It doesn’t seem to hurt.

I just remember that his relatives are really strong, similar to the way he rubs people’s heads.

But it didn’t hurt her very much either.

After a while.

Sang Yan suddenly stopped his chopsticks and leaned back: “Hey, how long do you have to watch?”

Wen Yifan recovered.

“Want to continue?”

“…”

Before she could answer, Sang Yan took her into his arms again and touched her lips. He backed off a bit, commented with a low smile, and said in a bad tone: “Your kissing skills are so bad, it makes me sore.”

Wen Yifan opened his mouth: “Then I am not—”

Sang Yan interrupted her directly: “Practice more.”

In the next moment, his lips and tongue fell again, and forcefully encroached on her.

As soon as he entered the room, Wen Yifan’s first reaction was to go to the dressing table and look at himself in the mirror. Her lips are naturally red, but now they are darker and a little swollen.

The traces of being ravaged are very heavy.

But it was not as serious as Sang Yan’s skin was broken.

Wen Yifan pursed his lips, feeling that he is now familiar from head to toe, and the whole body is full of Sang Yan’s breath. She was completely free of sleepiness and suddenly noticed the Valentine’s Day gift she had bought earlier.

She was placed on the bedside table at this time.

Open the box and inside are two bracelets of the same style.

Wen Yifan blinked and slowly put one of them on himself. Thinking that she would have to go to work when she woke up, Sang Yan probably wasn’t awake when she went out, plus she didn’t know whether to work overtime at night…

She pulled down her sleeves, hid the bracelet in, and got up and went out of the room.

The living room is empty.

Sang Yan looked back to the room.

Wen Yifan walked to the door of his room and knocked on the door hesitantly.

Sang Yan’s voice came immediately: “The door is unlocked.”

She unscrewed the doorknob, opened a small gap, and met Sang Yan on the bed. He was still lying, just tilted his head slightly and looked at her: “Just come in directly from now on.”

Wen Yifan closed the door and carried the gift behind him: “I’m not afraid you are changing clothes or something.”

Sang Yan was indifferent: “So what.”

Without waiting for her to speak, Sang Yan suddenly said again the next moment: “You’re pretty good.”

Wen Yifan raised his eyes: “Huh?”

He uttered two words slowly: “Rough and violent.”

“…”

Wen Yifan instantly understood that he saw the wound on the corner of his lips. She subconsciously looked on his lips again, and after thinking for a long time, she could only suffocate one sentence: “Then I will be gentle from now on.”

“…” Sang Yan looked at her and chuckled a few seconds later.

Thinking that he didn’t come back at three o’clock last night, and didn’t know when he got up this morning to make the porridge, Wen Yifan didn’t intend to disturb him for too long. She went to the bed and sat down, and handed the bag in her hand to Sang Yan: “Here you are.”

Seeing this, Sang Yan sat up straight and raised his eyebrows: “Something.”

Wen Yifan said seriously: “Valentine’s Day gift.”

“Oh.” His lips curled slightly, and he reached out to take it, “Can you see it now?”

“can.”

Sang Yan took out the box from the bag.

Inside is a red bracelet with a thin strap and a snowflake-shaped ornament underneath.

Sang Yan took it out and looked at it for a while. Then, he looked at Xiang Wen Yifan again, which seemed a little funny: “Why do you like to give me the things these girls wear so much.”

“…”

This is indeed true.

Wen Yifan bit his scalp and said, “You won’t be a girl if you wear it.”

Looking at the snowflake pendant again, Sang Yan asked deliberately: “What does this snowflake mean.”

Wen Yifan had a hot face, but still answered honestly: “Frosty.”

Sang Yan was in a good mood and stretched out her hand in front of her: “Give it to your partner.”

Wen Yifan did.

During this period, the bracelet that Wen Yifan had just put on his wrist also fell out.

Sang Yan’s eyelashes moved slightly, grabbing her wrist without warning, and pulling her sleeve up. It was only then that she was wearing a bracelet of the same style, except that the pendant underneath was different, it was a mulberry leaf.

He stared for two seconds, and said with a smile, “Couple style?”

Wen Yifan let him watch and licked his lower lip: “Yes.”

“Okay.” Sang Yan grabbed his chin and smiled for a while, rubbing her wrist with his fingertips, “I am happy to be a sissy today.”

“…”

Afterwards, Sang Yan motioned with his eyes: “The gift is in the bookcase. Get it yourself.”

Wen Yifan blinked, got up and walked towards the bookcase. I saw a small box on one of the grids. A small card is inserted on the bow of the box with a string of English written on it.

The man’s handwriting is familiar and unfamiliar, as before. The back of the paper is strong, and the pen is hard, as if it is about to be punctured by the paper. As domineering as his man.

——ToFirstFrost.

Wen Yifan stared at the card and looked back after a few seconds: “Can you see it now?”

Sang Yan smiled: “Yes.”

She reached out and opened it.

Inside is a recording pen.

“You didn’t mean that the recorder was not working well before,” Sang Yan said, “but I don’t know what it is for. After recording, I can only answer the computer?”

“No,” Wen Yifan subconsciously wanted to teach him, “press here and you can directly—”

Before finishing speaking, Wen Yifan suddenly understood. She met Sang Yan’s eyes, and silently swallowed the rest of the words back: “Oh…this one seems to be true, it can only connect to the computer…”

Sang Yan calmly said: “That’s it.”

“…”

“Then you go back and remember to try,” Sang Yan said lazily, “If you have any questions, you can change it.”

The hint is enough. Wen Yifan just wanted to go back and listen to what he recorded, and immediately nodded. She was about to go back to the room and noticed a photo album on the shelf.

Wen Yifan fixed his gaze, reached out and picked it up: “What is this?”

Sang Yan glanced, and didn’t know when this thing was brought here.

“University graduation photo.”

Hearing this, Wen Yifan paused for a while before saying: “Can I see it?”

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes again and nodded lightly. He was sitting on the table with a carefree expression, “As for me, there is no place for you to see.”

“…” Wen Yifan looked at him, “Other…”

He suffocated a few more words: “Let’s see it later.”

“…”

Wen Yifan walked back and sat next to him, then opened the album.

The first page is the group photo.

Wen Yifan found Sang Yan at a glance. He was wearing a black academic uniform and standing in the back row. The other people curled their lips and smiled, but he raised his chin slightly, his expression a little impatient, as if he was forcibly grabbed to take pictures.

Staring for a while, Wen Yifan couldn’t help bending his lips.

Sang Yan leaned on the head of the bed and watched her smile. After a while, something came to mind: “Are you free on the eighth night of the Lunar New Year.”

Wen Yifan absently replied, “I’m not sure, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, Qian Fei gets married.” Sang Yan said, “You can come here when you have time.”

Qian Fei gets married.

There should also be many friends of Sang Yan.

Wen Yifan raised his head and replied, “Okay, I will take a look at that time.”

After speaking, Wen Yifan continued to look at the photo album.

She shifted her gaze, because Sang Yan noticed Qian Fei standing next to him and the man on the other side. The man looked about the same height as Sang Yan, had peach eyes, and the corners of his lips were naturally curved, giving a natural gentle feeling.

These two standing together can almost grab people’s attention in an instant.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yifan instantly remembered the rumors Zhong Siqiao had said and glanced more subconsciously. Her eyes dropped and she saw the list below. Sure enough, I saw the words “Duan Jiaxuan” written next to “Sang Yan”.

Seeing that she had been watching for so long, Sang Yan simply came over and watched with her.

“What are you looking at.”

Wen Yifan pointed to the praise: “This is the praise?”

Sang Yan’s eyes paused slightly: “What?”

Wen Yifan commented: “It’s pretty handsome.”

“…”

There was silence around.

Wen Yifan didn’t notice anything wrong, and was about to turn the next page to see if he could turn to Sang Yan from other photos, when the man next to him moved his hand and suppressed her movement.

She raised her eyes.

Sang Yan straightened his lips and said without emotion, “I didn’t hear it clearly.”

“what?”

“Who is handsome? You say it again.”

Wen Yifan shut up instantly.

“So, you took my graduation photo and watched it here for a long time,” Sang Yan paused, and after a few seconds, he laughed back, “Aren’t you looking at me?”