1.
Before the end of the National Day holiday, Su Hao’an, as the organizer, hosted a high school classmate reunion.
The invitation list mainly consisted of their classmates from the third year of high school. Wen Yifan, who had transferred schools during their second year, wasn’t initially included. However, Su Hao’an invited her anyway, and both Sang Yan and Zhong Siqiao also asked if she wanted to join.
Wen Yifan agreed quickly, but as work got busy, she forgot about it on the day of the gathering. It happened to be her day off, and she fell asleep while playing with her phone in bed.
In her drowsy state, she heard Sang Yan getting up and changing clothes.
A few minutes later, Sang Yan called out to her, “Wen Shuangjiang, get up.”
Wen Yifan responded perfunctorily, “Mm.”
After a while, Sang Yan glanced at her, “You’ll be late if you don’t get up now.”
Wen Yifan finally pulled down the covers, her eyes half-open, slowly processing the situation. Soon, she remembered and replied with a hint of irritation at being disturbed, “It’s my day off today.”
Sang Yan responded concisely, “Gathering.”
Wen Yifan seemed to finally recall, glanced at the time, and then sat up. She didn’t dawdle anymore and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
When Wen Yifan came out, she saw that Sang Yan had already gotten ready and was now sitting on the sofa in the master bedroom, playing with his phone. She casually picked out an outfit and started changing while talking to him, “Can I not go?”
Sang Yan looked up, “Why?”
Wen Yifan: “Tired.”
Sang Yan put his phone aside and leaned back lazily against the chair, “How can you sleep so much? It’s like I’m abusing you or something.”
Wen Yifan walked over and flopped onto him, her clothes half rolled up as she reached back to fasten her bra. Still looking drowsy, she nodded in agreement, “You don’t let me sleep.”
“Can you be a bit reasonable? What do you mean I don’t let you sleep,” Sang Yan raised his eyebrows, reaching out to pull her clothes down, “That’s called you actively inviting me to stay up late, understand?”
“…”
A few seconds of silence.
Sang Yan stared at her eyes, his fingertips sliding up her back, his tone both flirtatious and provocative, “Are we going out or not? If we don’t go down soon, I’ll undo whatever you’ve fastened, just the way you did it.”
Wen Yifan looked at him too, let out an “Oh,” and after a few seconds, turned her back to him, “I haven’t fastened it yet.”
“…”
She yawned, “Help me fasten it.”
“…”
After changing clothes, Wen Yifan sat at the dressing table and started applying makeup. Sang Yan remained in his original position, looking at her casually, “When are you going to fix that morning temper of yours?”
Wen Yifan turned back, “Hm?”
“You turn into a different person when you haven’t slept enough.” Sang Yan’s expression was superior, clicking his tongue. His words sounded like a reprimand, “When I wake you up, I barely dare to say a word.”
“Then just,” Wen Yifan thought for a moment, not believing he didn’t dare, “don’t wake me up?”
“…”
After all this commotion, Wen Yifan was much more awake. She decided to reason with him a bit, her voice returning to its usual gentleness, “Besides, you not only have a morning temper, but your general temper isn’t great either.”
Sang Yan’s brow twitched slightly.
Wen Yifan continued applying her eyeshadow, “So let’s be considerate of each other, okay?”
“…” Sang Yan tugged at the corner of his mouth, thinking about how shamelessly she woke him up every time, feeling that this girl’s skin had gotten thicker recently. He tilted his head, not bothering to argue with her, “Fine.”
…
The gathering was at a restaurant in the city center.
The two entered the elevator, and Wen Yifan pressed the button for the third floor. She looked at Sang Yan idly. He seemed tired too, his eyelids half-lowered, his lips in a straight line, always giving off an air of aloofness.
Noticing her gaze, Sang Yan looked back, “What?”
Wen Yifan smiled, casually saying, “You’re quite handsome.”
“Oh, but there are cameras here,” Sang Yan’s voice suddenly changed, as if he had been pulled from a pedestal into an animal world, implying something, “Say that when we get home.”
“…”
What was he saying now?
What! What was he saying? Now!!!
Wen Yifan had never met someone like this. She maintained a calm exterior, saying coolly, “You’re quite timid then.”
Before Sang Yan could respond, the elevator reached the third floor. Wen Yifan led him out, changing the subject, “Which private room did Su Hao’an say we were in again?”
Sang Yan spoke lazily, his tone meaningful, “Be a bit bolder.”
“…”
The next moment.
In the bustling corridor, Sang Yan suddenly pressed against her lower back, pulling her towards him. Then, he lowered his head and bit her lower lip, his tongue pushing in, tasting her.
The whole process took about three seconds.
Wen Yifan’s body froze in place, completely unprepared for his action.
Sang Yan pulled away, licking off the lipstick stain at the corner of his mouth, his eyes arrogant yet with a hint of flirtation, “Wen Shuangjiang, in all my life, no one has ever won by provoking me.”
“…”
“Since you want it, of course, I can give it to you. How about it,” Sang Yan raised his hand, gently rubbing her lip with his fingertip, his tone both cocky and impressive, “Want more?”
Wen Yifan was truly shocked by Sang Yan’s shamelessness.
For the rest of the time, Wen Yifan finally began to reflect on herself, feeling that she needed to turn over a new leaf and not speak her mind as freely as before.
She only now realized that it wasn’t that Sang Yan didn’t dare.
It was that he had been pretending not to dare before, just to give her some face.
When the two entered the private room, it was already full of people. There were two large round tables on the left and right, with two empty seats next to Zhong Siqiao, seemingly reserved for them.
After greeting everyone, Wen Yifan looked around and found that she recognized most of the people present. She had seen some of them recently at the school anniversary, but for most, she could no longer recall their names.
The group chatted while eating, and after the meal, they didn’t rush to leave, instead starting to play games in the private room. With so many people, Su Hao’an suggested playing Werewolf, dividing into two tables.
Both Wen Yifan and Sang Yan were quite skilled at this game.
But their skills differed.
One was because her emotions rarely fluctuated, always calm and gentle, making it hard for others to tell if she was telling the truth or lying;
The other was because he could talk so much, lazily analyzing the situation on the field, making others think his words were extremely reasonable, and leading the entire game.
As the game progressed, Wen Yifan and Sang Yan seemed to be isolated.
Everyone voted them out at the beginning, which also led to them receiving more punishments.
The punishments were still “Truth or Dare.”
At the end of a new round, the villagers won. Both Wen Yifan and Sang Yan’s identity cards were werewolves.
They both had to be punished.
Wen Yifan drew “Dare,” while Sang Yan drew “Truth.”
Xiang Lang looked at Sang Yan and casually asked, “Who was your first love?”
The others felt his question was pointless and let out a disappointed sigh. Sang Yan slightly raised his chin, turned his head to look at Wen Yifan, and said straightforwardly, “Wen Yifan.”
“…”
On the other side, Su Hao’an, who had a low alcohol tolerance, stood up with his face flushed red from drinking. Looking to stir up some excitement, he said, “Wen Yifan, why don’t you give your first love a call?” The table fell silent, instantly understanding the reason behind Xiang Lang’s earlier question.
It was a set-up to give Sang Yan a hard time.
Sang Yan looked up at Su Hao’an, his lips gradually forming a straight line, “Having fun?”
Wen Yifan, watching him put on an act, paused for two seconds and played along, “But my first love recently got engaged. It’s so late, I’m worried calling might cause some problems.”
Seeing Sang Yan’s expression, the tipsy Su Hao’an became a bit scared, “Alright then, no call. Just describe him a bit.”
“Okay.” Wen Yifan looked at Sang Yan, staring at his features, and slowly described, “Short black hair, thick eyebrows, very black eyes, inner double eyelids, high nose bridge, thin lips—” Su Hao’an listened with great interest. Wen Yifan paused, then continued, “He has a dimple on the right side of his lips when he smiles.”
The others present immediately realized who she was talking about.
Looking at Sang Yan’s calm demeanor, they became even more certain of their thoughts.
“Impressive.” But Su Hao’an didn’t think of Sang Yan at all, only feeling it was an incredible coincidence, “A grown man having such a girly thing as a dimple, apart from that dog Sang Yan, I’ve never seen anyone else with one.”
“…”
Not long after, Su Hao’an seemed to realize something and suddenly fell silent. The topic passed, and a new round of the game began, bringing back the lively atmosphere.
After this round, a male student who drew “Dare” was told to go outside and ask for a girl’s WeChat. Many people followed him out.
Su Hao’an, usually the most enthusiastic about such things, continued drinking this time, his rationality completely gone at some point. He suddenly stopped, stood up, and went to Sang Yan’s side, “Brother.”
Sang Yan looked up, “What is it?”
Su Hao’an stared at him, “I’ve wronged you.”
Sang Yan: “?”
Wen Yifan, sitting next to Sang Yan, was also a bit confused by Su Hao’an’s sudden behavior.
“I…” Su Hao’an’s voice was thick with the overwhelming smell of alcohol. This grown man started to choke up as he spoke, “It’s all my fault for stirring things up…”
Hearing the commotion, people at the other table also stopped their game and looked over.
Seeing a grown man cry in front of him, Sang Yan was about to get goosebumps. He frowned and said, “What’s wrong with you?”
“You’re already engaged, finally about to marry the goddess you’ve been dreaming of day and night… It’s all my fault! Today I made you face the truth!” Su Hao’an’s voice was very loud, as if afraid the whole world couldn’t hear, “You’re just a substitute!”
“…”
“A dimple substitute!”
“…”