Hard to Deceive

The air is stagnant.

Half of Sang Yan's face was still buried in her hair, and her right hand grabbed her wrist and placed it in front of her. The actions are intimate and natural, as if they were treasures. But it seemed to be imprisoned, making her unable to move.

Pulling away her cocoon, tearing apart her last thoughts.

Wen Yifan's body was stiff, he clenched his fists, not even daring to breathe this time. She had never had such close contact with the opposite sex, and clearly felt her face burning.

Completely out of control.

It wasn't until she almost couldn't hold her breath that she slowly returned to her senses and let out a shallow breath.

Wen Yifan did not dare to act rashly, nor did he dare to look back at what he looked like at this time. For fear that he was awake, he would run into his long-awaited, meaningful gaze.

This stable situation can no longer continue.

It's like self-deception.

As long as she doesn't look back, he will never wake up.

Wen Yifan put all his attention on Sang Yan behind him. She couldn't put anything else in her mind, trying to use the frequency of his breathing to figure out how fast he was asleep.

It's been a few minutes.

As time stretched, her mood gradually became anxious.

I don't think I can just sit still like this.

Wen Yifan plucked up his courage and decided to try a second time.

Staring at the wrist held by Sang Yan, Wen Yifan raised his other hand, carefully breaking his fingers apart one by one. It wasn't until he returned his hand to the original position that her spirit relaxed a little.

She hesitated, then looked back.

The hair on Sang Yan's forehead was shredded, messy, and looked a bit less sharp than usual. His eyes were still closed, and his fine eyelashes covered them, and there was no more movement.

Wen Yifan instantly felt that dawn was imminent.

She retracted her gaze, sat up holding her breath, and moved towards the bed little by little.

Ten centimeters.

Five centimeters.

It's almost.

At the same time as his feet fell, Wen Yifan heard Sang Yan's slightly hoarse voice.

"Wen Yifan?"

"..."

Wen Yifan's mind instantly stuck, stopped for several seconds before turning back mechanically.

Hit Sang Yan's sight.

The world is quiet at this moment.

I don't know when to wake up, Sang Yan's expression is much clearer than just now, with an inexplicable inquiry. He also sat up, looked around and looked at her again: "Why are you here."

Before she could answer, Sang Yan said again. He seemed to be not getting enough sleep, his eyelids drooped slightly, his voice was low, and he was still getting up in his words: "Explain."

"..."

Wen Yifan closed his eyes.

She was about to get out of bed, and she was only a few steps out of this room.

As a result, Sang Yan just woke up.

Wen Yifan felt that his previous fears seemed like a joke.

It's better to wake him up at the beginning.

"You are dreaming." This time Wen Yifan decided to use a slow strategy to fudge him temporarily before he was completely awake. She pressed her emotions and added without changing her face: "Wake up and be normal."

"..." Sang Yan stared at her, angrily, "I look like a fool?"

"Yeah." Wen Yifan said as he walked out, comforting absently, "Go on to sleep, it won't look like you wake up."

"..."

Coming out of Sang Yan's room calmly, Wen Yifan walked back to the master bedroom quickly. She locked the door and immediately slumped on the floor exhausted. She pressed against the door panel and listened vigilantly to the movement outside.

I didn't hear any movement followed by Sang Yan.

Wen Yifan slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Not long after, Wen Yifan got up again and went into the toilet.

For a short time, she felt that she couldn't get along with Sang Yan in the same space. She had to go out first before Sang Yan left the room, and wait until the evening to return to solve the matter.

After she adjusts her emotions, she will settle down peacefully.

Simply tidy up himself as quickly as possible, Wen Yifan took the bag and left the room. At this moment, the door of Sang Yan's room was closed tightly, and the toilet door on the other side was open, and Sang Yan could be seen standing in front of the washstand.

There was also the sound of water flowing.

She stopped and walked out bitterly.

At the same time, the sound of water stopped.

Wen Yifan happened to walk to the door of the toilet.

Sang Yan turned his head to look in her direction. He had just washed his face, still with water drops on his face, sliding down. Upon seeing this, he stretched out his hand without warning, grabbed Wen Yifan's arm, and pulled it in his direction.

Wen Yifan was forced to stop and took several steps in his direction.

She raised her head.

Hit Sang Yan's frivolous eyebrows.

"Running quite fast."

"..." Wen Yifan said calmly without showing any emotion on his face, "What?"

Sang Yan said nothing.

This situation can no longer be pretended, Wen Yifan can only put out a reasonable reason: "I don't want to assume that nothing happened, but I am a bit in a hurry. There is an interview this morning, it is almost time."

Sang Yan looked calm and relaxed, as if waiting for what else she could say.

Wen Yifan said gently: "When I come back tonight, we will deal with this matter again, can we?"

"Huh?" Sang Yan smiled and said every word, "No."

Wen Yifan choked.

Sang Yan let go of her arm and bends down to meet her level. His eyelashes are still stained with drops of water, and the corners of his lips are not salty or lightly twitched: "Let me talk about your situation this morning."

"Sleepwalking." Wen Yifan explained, "I can't control this behavior."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't enter my room before?"

"I really don't know what the situation is this time." Noting his expression, Wen Yifan said sincerely, "Sorry, this is indeed my problem. There won't be a second time."

Sang Yan said lazily: "You still make me quite scared."

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

"After all, I don't know how much you will do. Maybe someday you will wake up," Sang Yan bit the words, his tone was shameless and shameless, "My chastity has been ruthlessly taken away by you."

"..." Wen Yifan's eyebrows jumped.

"You can't be like that," Sang Yan paused deliberately, "covet me."

"..."

Can you! Talk about it! reason!

Wen Yifan endured, patiently, and calmly said: "We are going to discuss the matter, I just found a place to sleep in your bed. Actually, I didn't touch you at all."

Sang Yan: "How do you know?"

"I woke up earlier than you." This incident had caused her to collapse. In addition, Sang Yan was still so arrogant, Wen Yifan broke the jar altogether, "On the contrary, you are not sleeping well, I want You pulled me back when you got up—"

Speaking of this, Wen Yifan's reason also returned instantly.

He swallowed the rest.

"What? Pulled back, and then." Sang Yan looked at her playfully, as if he didn't know what happened afterwards, in a tone of indignity, "You are finished."

"..."

"In short, you had physical contact with me even when you were not awake." Wen Yifan pursed his lower lip and said fairly, "So we even offset it."

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows: "What to offset."

Wen Yifan calmly said: "The time I sleepwalked you before."

"..."

"Oh." Sang Yan said leisurely, "It turns out that it is such a return."

When he said this, Wen Yifan also instantly realized that what he said was not quite right.

"But it's not me who suffers." The corner of Sang Yan's lips loosened, and he said arrogantly. "Which one of us has an idea about whom? Isn't this a clear thing?"

"..."

Wen Yifan's mind is messed up right now, and he really doesn't know how to deal with this person.

In addition, she had only felt speechless when she heard him say this before, but now she has a little bit of guilty conscience that has been pierced, and she has to go back to the evening to solve this problem again by the name of the interview. thing.

Her expression pretended to be magnanimous.

Sang Yan looked at her up and down, with a thoughtful look, as if he wanted to catch something wrong.

After a while, he readily agreed.

This was like a pardon, Wen Yifan didn't say much, and immediately went out.

After leaving the space where she was alone with Sang Yan, Wen Yifan didn't feel relaxed at all. She only feels a headache, after all, she will have to discuss the matter formally after coming back at night.

Mainly, Wen Yifan didn't know what he had to solve.

It's not a one-night stand, or drunk sex.

It's just because she sleepwalked in the wrong place, so the two slept in the same bed without interfering with each other all night. At best, it can only be said to rent a half-bed from him.

Ugh.

How can this be solved?

Is it possible that she also rents half a bed to him?

All the way melancholy.

Returning to the TV station, Wen Yifan put his energy back on work and temporarily put the matter behind. She applied for equipment and an interview car, and went out to interview with Mu Chengyun, the only free person in the office.

The two walked in the direction of the parking lot.

Wen Yifan looked down at the mobile phone message.

Mu Chengyun next to her chatted with her: "Sister Yi Fan, will you be free after get off work tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" Wen Yifan thought about tomorrow. "I'm not sure, what's wrong?"

"A senior I know has just given birth to a daughter." Mu Chengyun scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "I want to pick a gift for her, but I don't quite understand this."

"Daughter?" Wen Yifan suddenly, "then you can ask Sister Zhen Yu, she also has a daughter who is how old."

"..."

Mu Chengyun was silent for three seconds: "Okay."

As soon as he walked to the car, Mu Chengyun stared at her face suddenly, as if he had only noticed: "Sister Yi Fan, you have rubbed something dirty on your face." He pointed to the same position on his face: "Here. , It seems to be gray."

"Ah." Wen Yifan took out the tissue from his pocket and rubbed it where he said, "Is this?"

"Point down...no, left." Seeing that she couldn't wipe it clean for a long time, Mu Chengyun simply took the tissue in her hand with a very simple expression, "I'll wipe it off for you."

"..."

Wen Yifan hasn't reacted yet.

He has already raised his hand.

This close proximity made Wen Yifan a little uncomfortable and resistant. She took a step back subconsciously, and smiled politely: "No, I'll deal with it later."

Mu Chengyun's expression was stagnant, and he touched his nose with some embarrassment: "Okay."

The two got into the car.

Wen Yifan sat in the driver's seat, wiped the stains off his face in the rearview mirror, and then started the car. She looked ahead and said casually: "Shengyun, please check the equipment first."

Mu Chengyun recovered and obediently said: "Okay."

No one spoke in the car, only the news was broadcast. It seems quiet, but not too quiet.

Soon, Mu Chengyun broke the silence and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, my senior is a classmate of Senior Sang. He got married just after graduation, and now he has children."

Wen Yifan nodded: "Very good."

Mu Chengyun: "Sister Yi Fan, how did you meet Senior Sang? I remember your alma mater is Yihe University."

Wen Yifan said concisely: "High school classmate."

Mu Chengyun said, "Have you known each other for so long? I think your relationship is pretty good."

"Ok."

"I thought you were a couple before, because I think Senior Sang is very special to you." Mu Chengyun was a little envious, "It seems that you are close friends."

Wen Yifan was too lazy to explain, just laughed.

"Sister Yifan, do you know that Senior Sang had a favorite person in high school? He seemed to have chased that person for a long time and didn't catch him." Mu Chengyun smiled, "My senior told me several times. But he hasn't seen it before, and he is curious about what kind of person can make a good person like Senior Sang like it for so long."

Wen Yifan felt that the boy seemed to be more gossip than Fu Zhuang, and said absently, "I don't know too well."

"I remember when the graduation ceremony dinner, someone said, is it because you can't get what is always the best." After that, Mu Chengyun paused, "Ah, yes. I think of Senior Sang at the time. Say something."

Wen Yifan took time to glance at him.

"He said--" Mu Chengyun's eyes were clear, and his smile was clear and clear, "'Otherwise, do you think I can be such a long lover?'"