Hard to Deceive

With this move, Wen Yifan touched his bare arm in the air, as if carrying an electric current. It made her want to withdraw her hand, but she couldn't help moving forward.

From this angle, she couldn't see anything.

I can only notice that Sang Yan seems to lower his head. The chest was slightly undulating, broad and warm. Her breath was all occupied by the breath of his body.

Isolated from the world around you.

At this moment, Wen Yifan felt that what was missing in his heart seemed to be gradually being filled by something. A sense of stability seemed to appear, and she was wrapped in strands.

Like a temperature that only he can transmit.

Just one point is enough.

Wen Yifan forcibly controlled his emotions, allowing his breathing to be smooth and regular.

She did not dare to hold it for too long.

After all, pretending to be unconscious and acting like this to others is not a glorious thing.

Wen Yifan was about to let go.

At this moment, she noticed with her peripheral light that Sang Yan raised her hand slowly. Wen Yifan's expression paused, his emotions abated in an instant, and the words she had said to him flashed through his brain.

——"If there are still such things in the future, you can just punch me directly."

The sense of guilt also rose to the top.

Before his "fist" fell, Wen Yifan pretended to retract his hand naturally. She didn't look at his face, turned around slowly, and walked in the direction of the master bedroom.

Sang Yan's voice came from behind.

He seemed to be used to it. He didn't take this as a big deal in his tone, and his tone was lazy: "Hold this time today?"

"..." Wen Yifan didn't stop at all.

Just walked to the door of the master bedroom.

According to the description given to her by her previous university roommate, Wen Yifan tried his best to make her actions seem mechanical and rigid. She slowly pulled the doorknob and walked into the room.

Wen Yifan's spirit only relaxed slightly until the sound of closing the door.

Wen Yifan walked back to the bed and sat down, his expression dull. After a while, she fell back, plunged into the soft mattress, and stared at the ceiling blankly.

Three seconds later, she seemed to have finally reacted, grabbing the pillow next to her and covering her face.

Wen Yifan rolled around and sat up suddenly.

The entire face turns red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

she was.

just.

Done.

what?

She really pretended to sleepwalk just now and hugged Sangyan?

She really took advantage of Sang Yan?

she was! how! meeting! Hug him!

Unable to believe that he would do such a thing, Wen Yifan's mood was a little broken. She stared at the void and suddenly started to mutter to herself: "I'm drunk."

"Correct."

"I am drunk."

"Drinking mistakes."

"I won't drink anymore."

"If I have the opportunity, I hope this wine can go and apologize to Sang Yan." Wen Yifan murmured, "not to shirk this charge on me."

"Can't let me carry this pot."

The remaining alcohol makes the spirit extremely excited, and in addition to doing bad things, Wen Yifan can't sleep even more. She found reasons for herself and tried hard to convince herself.

After a long time, Wen Yifan calmed down a bit, picked up the phone next to him and swiped Weibo.

After brushing a few, I saw a tree hole blog.

——The boy who had been chasing for a long time got drunk and kissed me last night, and he agreed to be with me. I was happy all night. As a result, I went to him happily today, but he told me that he was drunk and didn't remember anything. TAT

Wen Yifan's eyebrows jumped and he clicked in to read the comment.

[It is estimated that the next drunkenness will put you in bed, so wake up. 】

[It's great, getting drunk is a universal reason. 】

[Scum man, vomit. 】

Don't be fooled.

The words "Scum Man" were like turning their heads in two pieces and smashed them **** Wen Yifan's face.

She immediately withdrew from the comment and didn't read it any more.

Wen Yifan threw the phone aside, and his self-hypnotized words had no effect at this moment. She continued to talk about the reason with great difficulty--

I liked it before.

After so many years, I didn't like it for a long time. But I feel guilty for him, and alcohol is on my head...

These reasons were quickly discontinued.

Overturned one by one by that uncontrollable thought.

Wen Yifan buried his whole person in the quilt and forcibly put all his thoughts behind him.

It’s easy to think too much at night.

Just wake up.

I think so, but this thing really shocked Wen Yifan too much, causing her to turn over and over and couldn't sleep. Besides, Sang Yan came out before he had time to drink water in the living room.

Wen Yifan is extremely dry right now, but she has no guts to go out of the living room again.

I'm afraid that Sang Yan will notice something wrong.

the next morning.

Wen Yifan adjusted his mentality and treated it as business as usual. She left the room at the usual time. As soon as she walked to the living room, she saw Sang Yan sitting at the dining table and had already started eating breakfast.

On the table is very simple porridge and eggs.

The two looked at each other for a second.

Wen Yifan retracted his eyes, calmly entered the kitchen, and took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator. She paused in front of the refrigerator for a few seconds, guessing a few questions Sang Yan would ask next.

After making sufficient preparations, Wen Yifan returned to the dining table.

Sang Yan said casually, "Drink some porridge."

Wen Yifan glanced at most of the porridge in the pot and was quiet for three seconds: "Okay."

There was silence.

To Wen Yifan's expectation, Sang Yan's expression was light, and he didn't intend to ask her questions. As if she "sleepwalking" hugging him last night, it didn't affect him much.

With his expression, Wen Yifan couldn't see if he had guessed anything, and he was nervous and uneasy. She took a gentle sip of the porridge, or took the initiative to say something: "I seemed to sleepwalk again yesterday?"

Sang Yan didn't raise his eyes, "Yes."

"Then this time," Wen Yifan pretended to be calm, "have you done anything?"

"Have."

Wen Yifan stared at him, waiting patiently for the next reply.

"Yes," Sang Yan stopped talking, raised his eyelashes, and said thoughtfully, "Hold it."

"..."

Sang Yan lazily said, "It was quite restrained yesterday."

His answer did not differ from what actually happened last night.

Let Wen Yifan think of the situations Sang Yan described to her after the previous sleepwalking. She didn't believe it before, but at this time because of Sang Yan's truthfulness, her thoughts were a little wandering.

But there is no time to consider those at this time.

His appearance and tone really didn't seem right at all. Wen Yifan finally let go, but instead, the guilt also rose.

There is always a feeling that Sang Yan was taken advantage of by her and suffered all the wrongs.

After hesitating, Wen Yifan whispered: "Sorry."

Sang Yan: "What?"

Although I was afraid that it would be wrong to say more, Wen Yifan bit the bullet and said, "Although I don't know the situation, I am really sorry for your behavior."

"How many times have this happened?" Sang Yan leaned back and scanned her up and down after eating breakfast. "Why do you suddenly feel sorry for me now?"

"..."

"Isn't it arrogant before?"

"I," the word can still rest on himself, Wen Yifan is extremely dazed, "very arrogant...?"

"No?" Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "When I mentioned this to you before, it would only be a lot of sophistry. Relying on my unconsciousness, I will say one thing to you, and finally want to spend money."

Wen Yifan did not expect that from his perspective, he looked like this.

Just because of his unconsciousness, his grievances were so heavy, Wen Yifan didn't even dare to think, if Sang Yan knew that she was not sleepwalking at all last night, what would he be like?

"After you," Wen Yifannane said, "Or try to stay in the room at night and don't come out. The door is locked, and I will never enter your room."

Sang Yan didn't respond to her words, but instead asked: "You are a very special sleepwalker, and you have the problem of taking advantage of others."

Wen Yifan subconsciously explained: "I didn't seem to..." At this point, she felt that this was very ambiguous and changed her words in time: "I don't know."

"Oh." Sang Yan heard it, his eyebrows raised slightly, "It only took me?"

"..."

This is indeed the case.

But speaking directly, I always feel something is not right.

Wen Yifan didn't know how to answer for a while and didn't say a word.

"No," Sang Yan smiled, "What new method of chasing people are you?"

"..."

"Is there anything like this? You make me a little bit suspicious," Sang Yan sat up straight, put his arms on the dining table, and moved closer to her. "Really sleepwalking?"

This has to be changed in normal times, Wen Yifan must be patient to explain to him. But now she is so unassuming that she can only drink porridge with her head down, and vaguely said: "That's right."

"You talk a little bit today." Sang Yan stared at her straightly, as if trying to see something, "I told you about this before, isn't it a good reason?"

Wen Yifan replied with his words without changing his face: "That's not it several times."

Sang Yan retracted his gaze: "Yes."

The topic stopped here.

Sang Yan got up and walked towards the kitchen.

After he left, Wen Yifan was sure that he did not show any flaws, and his back came loose obviously. At this moment, she still feels relaxed after being called up by the teacher to answer questions.

...

The two went out at about the same time.

After entering the elevator, Wen Yifan habitually leaned against the inner wall of the innermost elevator. Noting that Sang Yan was wearing his usual clothes again, she wanted to ask him what job he had found.

But because of what happened last night, Wen Yifan always felt uncomfortable, and he didn't even have the courage to speak to him on the initiative.

The elevator goes down.

When descending to the seventh or eighth floor, Wen Yifan suddenly noticed that Sang Yan was only pressing the negative first floor. She paused, walked two steps forward, planning to press the first floor button by herself.

Walking to Sang Yan's side, Wen Yifan's wrist was held by him as soon as he raised his hand. He moved his gaze away from the phone and looked up at her, like a victim who had just been assaulted, habitually resisting.

"What do you want to do."

"..." Wen Yifan said, "press the first floor."

Sang Yan let go of her hand: "Oh, take a few steps back."

Wen Yifan endured, "Okay."

"I'm in a good mood today, and I just want to go to Shang'an." Sang Yan let go of her hand and said compassionately, "I will give you a ride by the way."

"..."

Although there is no spine, there are free rides, and Wen Yifan does not want to squeeze the subway. She smiled and replied pretending to be grateful: "Thank you then."

When they reached the negative first floor, the two got out of the elevator and walked to the underground parking lot.

Wen Yifan took the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt. Every moment when she was close to Sang Yan, her brain reminded her of the hug last night.

So that she doesn't know how to get along with him now.

The car started.

Silent all the way.

after awhile.

Maybe it was because she felt that something was wrong with her all day, Sang Yan glanced in her direction several times. Then he asked aloud: "Uncomfortable?"

Wen Yifan lay on the window and said Wen Tun: "No."

This looks like a bad mood again.

It seems not too comfortable again.

Be quiet for a while.

Sang Yan said again: "Do you spend all your energy during sleepwalking?"

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

Sang Yan said in a humble tone: "Aren't you very enthusiastic when I lifted my clothes last night."

With his eyes still looking at the scenery outside the window, Wen Yifan let go of his thoughts, and subconsciously replied: "How can I lift your clothes last night."

After speaking this sentence, after a long while, Wen Yifan realized with hindsight that the atmosphere in the car had become a little weird. She suddenly returned to her senses, realized what she had just said, and turned her head abruptly.

It happened to be a red light.

Sang Yan stopped the car, turned his head, and slowly met her eyes. He looked at her meaningfully for a few seconds before saying: "How do you know if it is?"