His warm lips, seemingly charged with electricity, covered hers, moving back and forth. It was as if he wanted to restrain himself, yet desperately yearned for more, unsatisfied with just this.
Unlike the fleeting kisses of the past.
In an instant, Sang Yan cupped her chin, his tongue parting her teeth and forcefully exploring inside. His hand moved down to the back of her head, leaving her no room to retreat.
Bit by bit, he fed his scorching breath into her mouth.
Wen Yifan felt breathless.
She opened her eyes, her mind blank, completely unsure how to respond. Involuntarily, she grasped his clothes, as if searching for an anchor, relying on him for support.
At this moment, she could only surrender everything to him.
Let him guide her.
Neither had much experience.
The kiss was inexperienced, yet the force was wild and passionate. Teeth accidentally grazed lips, bringing a slight stinging sensation, making the experience more vivid. Sang Yan showed no signs of holding back, as if stimulated, his actions became even more unrestrained.
The desire in his eyes was completely undisguised.
Time seemed to stand still.
Sang Yan gently bit her tongue tip, then stopped his movements.
Their lips parted, but the distance between them remained close.
Wen Yifan’s breathing was slightly hurried. She looked up, noticing that his usually pale lips were now as red as if filled with blood. Looking further up, the man’s eyes were filled with intense emotion, obscure and indecipherable.
It was as if he might revert to his true form at any moment, thoroughly devouring her to the bone.
Sang Yan lowered his eyelashes and raised his hand, leisurely using his fingertips to wipe the moisture from the corner of her lips. His movement was light and lingering, like a subtle temptation. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, “Are you hungry?”
Caught off guard by his sudden question, Wen Yifan instinctively let out an “Ah.”
“I can’t do two things at once. So, do you want me to heat some porridge for you first, or,” Sang Yan paused, his expression playful, “kiss you some more?”
…
It was ten minutes later when he came out of the kitchen again.
Wen Yifan didn’t accompany him while he heated the porridge, instead sitting back on the sofa by herself. She felt strangely thirsty and drank an entire glass of water before stopping. As her mind relaxed, memories of the scene from ten minutes ago flooded back.
After hearing Sang Yan’s words, Wen Yifan had just quietly stared at him.
Then, without a word, she raised her hand to hook around his neck, pulling him down…
“…”
Thinking about this, Wen Yifan poured another glass of water and continued to drink. Her lips felt hot and numb, the sensation so intense it was impossible to ignore, constantly reminding her of that recent kiss.
The next moment.
Sang Yan came out of the kitchen, lazily calling out, “Come here.”
Wen Yifan quickly put down her water glass and got up, walking to the dining table. Due to their intimate actions just now, she still felt a bit uncomfortable and couldn’t even bring herself to look at him.
Sang Yan: “Go get some bowls.”
Wen Yifan obediently walked to the kitchen and brought back two sets of bowls and chopsticks. Returning to the dining table, she looked up at Sang Yan’s face and noticed that the corner of his lip had been bitten and broken, with a small amount of blood seeping out.
“…”
Wen Yifan immediately lowered her eyes.
Sang Yan seemed completely unaware of it.
His cold white skin made that touch of red even more striking.
Wen Yifan couldn’t help but reach out, quickly wiping the corner of his lip.
Sang Yan looked at her: “?”
The mark faded a bit with her touch. Wen Yifan withdrew her gaze, feeling as if erasing it made it non-existent: “You had something on you.”
A few seconds of silence.
Sang Yan said suggestively: “What could it be?”
“…”
“What did I just touch?”
Perhaps it was psychological, but Wen Yifan felt her lips starting to burn again. She lowered her eyes, pretending to be calm as she said, “It was just some sauce that accidentally got on you. I wiped it off.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Yifan felt him touch her lips too.
She looked up.
Sang Yan smirked, lazily explaining: “You had some on you too.”
“…”
Wen Yifan immediately understood the meaning behind his words.
In an instant, she felt the heat spreading to her cheeks and extending to her ears.
Whether it was from drinking too much water or some other reason, Wen Yifan didn’t feel hungry at all now. She only filled half a bowl, and after finishing, she sat beside him, occasionally glancing at the wound on the corner of his lip.
Furtively and sneakily.
Sang Yan didn’t seem to notice anything because of her behavior.
Wen Yifan also didn’t know what he might say when he looked in the mirror later and saw this wound.
It was getting late.
Sang Yan urged: “Go to sleep after you’re done eating. Don’t you have to go to work in a while?”
Having not sat down and talked properly with him for several days, Wen Yifan wanted to stay with him a bit longer. She nodded but showed no signs of leaving. She propped her face on her hand, still staring at him.
The small wound had stopped bleeding and didn’t look as obvious as before. Thinking about this, Wen Yifan wasn’t sure if she had a similar wound on her lips.
There didn’t seem to be any stinging sensation.
She only remembered that his kisses were indeed forceful, similar to how he ruffled people’s hair.
But he hadn’t hurt her.
After quite a while.
Sang Yan suddenly put down his chopsticks and leaned back: “Hey, how long are you going to keep looking?”
Wen Yifan snapped back to reality.
“Still want to continue?”
“…”
Before she could answer, Sang Yan pulled her into his arms again, lightly touching her lips. He pulled back a little, chuckling as he commented, his tone quite smug: “Your kissing skills are terrible. You hurt me.”
Wen Yifan opened her mouth: “But I didn’t—”
Sang Yan directly interrupted her: “You need more practice.”
The next moment, his lips and tongue covered hers again, forcefully possessing her.
–
As soon as she entered the room, Wen Yifan’s first reaction was to go to the dressing table and look at herself in the mirror. Her lips were naturally vibrant red, but now the color had deepened even more, and they were slightly swollen.
The marks of being ravished were quite evident.
But unlike Sang Yan, her skin hadn’t broken.
Wen Yifan pressed her lips together, feeling that she was now thoroughly heated from head to toe, her entire body enveloped in Sang Yan’s scent. She was completely awake now, and suddenly noticed the Valentine’s Day gift she had bought earlier.
It was now placed on her bedside table.
Opening the box, inside were two matching bracelets.
Wen Yifan blinked, slowly putting one of the bracelets on herself. Thinking that she would have to go to work when she woke up, and Sang Yan probably wouldn’t be awake when she left, plus she didn’t know if she’d have to work overtime in the evening…
She pulled down her sleeve, hiding the bracelet inside, then got up and left the room.
The living room was already empty.
It seemed Sang Yan had already returned to his room.
Wen Yifan walked to his room door, hesitantly knocking.
Sang Yan’s voice immediately came through: “The door’s not locked.”
She turned the doorknob, opening a small crack, and met Sang Yan’s gaze from the bed. He was still lying down, just slightly turning his head to look at her: “You can just come in directly next time.”
Wen Yifan closed the door, hiding the gift behind her back: “I was afraid you might be changing clothes or something.”
Sang Yan was very nonchalant: “So what if I was?”
Before she could speak, the next moment, Sang Yan suddenly spoke again: “You’re quiet.”
Wen Yifan looked up: “Hm?”
He slowly enunciated two words: “Vio-lent.”
“…”
Wen Yifan instantly understood that he had seen the wound on the corner of his lip. She instinctively looked at his lips again, thought for a while, and could only squeeze out a sentence: “I’ll be gentler next time.”
“…” Sang Yan looked at her, chuckling softly after a few seconds.
Remembering that he had come back at 3 AM last night, and not knowing what time he had gotten up to make porridge this morning, Wen Yifan didn’t want to disturb him for too long. She walked to the bedside and sat down, handing the bag to Sang Yan: “For you.”
Seeing this, Sang Yan sat up straight, raising an eyebrow: “What is it?”
Wen Yifan said seriously: “Valentine’s Day gift.”
“Oh.” His lips curved slightly as he reached out to take it, “Can I open it now?”
“Yes.”
Sang Yan took out the box from the bag.
Inside was a red bracelet with a thin strap and a snowflake-shaped charm hanging from it.
Sang Yan took it out and held it up to look at for a while. Then, he looked at Wen Yifan, seeming a bit amused: “Why do you like giving me these girly things?”
“…”
Looking at it this way, it did seem quite feminine.
Wen Yifan stubbornly said: “It won’t be girly once you wear it.”
His gaze moved to the snowflake charm, and Sang Yan very deliberately asked: “What does this snowflake mean?”
Wen Yifan felt a bit hot in the face but honestly answered: “Frost.”
Sang Yan was in a good mood and extended his hand to her: “Put it on for your boyfriend.”
Wen Yifan did as he asked.
During this process, the bracelet Wen Yifan had just put on her wrist slipped out.
Sang Yan’s eyelashes flickered slightly, and without warning, he grabbed her wrist, pushing up her sleeve. Only then did he discover that she was also wearing an identical bracelet, except the charm at the bottom was different, a mulberry leaf.
He stared at it for two seconds, then said with a half-smile: “Couple’s set?”
Wen Yifan let him look, lightly licking her lips: “Yes.”
“Alright.” Sang Yan lowered his chin, chuckling to himself for a good while, his fingertips caressing her wrist, “I’m willing to be a bit girly today.”
“…”
Then, Sang Yan gestured with his eyes: “The gift is in the bookcase, go get it yourself.”
Wen Yifan blinked and got up to walk towards the bookcase. She saw a small box placed on one of the shelves. There was a small card inserted in the ribbon of the box with a line of English written on it.
The man’s handwriting was both familiar and unfamiliar, just like before. The strokes were heavy as if about to pierce through the paper. Just like his person, bold and unrestrained.
–To First Frost.
Wen Yifan stared at the card for a few seconds before turning back: “Can I open it now?”
Sang Yan smiled: “You can.”
She reached out to open it.
Inside was a voice recorder.
“Didn’t you say your voice recorder wasn’t working well before,” Sang Yan’s words seemed to have a hidden meaning, “Though I’m not sure how to use this thing, after recording, can you only listen to it by connecting it to a computer?”
“No,” Wen Yifan instinctively wanted to teach him, “You just press here and you can directly—”
Before she finished, Wen Yifan suddenly understood. She met Sang Yan’s eyes and quietly swallowed the rest of her words: “Oh… this model, it seems, can indeed only be connected to a computer…”
Sang Yan calmly said: “Is that so.”
“…”
“Then remember to try it when you get back,” Sang Yan said lazily, “If there’s any problem, we can exchange it.”
The implication was clear enough. Wen Yifan now just wanted to go back and listen to what he had recorded, so she nodded immediately. She was about to return to her room when she noticed a photo album on the bookshelf.
Wen Yifan’s gaze fixed on it, and she reached out to take it: “What’s this?”
Sang Yan glanced at it, not knowing when he had brought this thing over.
“University graduation photos.”
Hearing this, Wen Yifan paused for a good while before saying: “Can I take a look?”
Sang Yan raised his eyelashes again and nodded slightly. He sat casually on the table, his expression nonchalant: “There’s no part of me that you can’t see.”
“…” Wen Yifan looked at him, “The other… we’ll see later.”
“…”
Wen Yifan walked back to sit beside him and then opened the photo album.
The first page was a group photo.
Wen Yifan immediately found Sang Yan. He was wearing a black graduation gown, and standing in the back row. While everyone else was smiling, only he had his chin slightly raised, looking a bit impatient, as if he had been dragged there to take the photo.
After staring at it for a while, Wen Yifan couldn’t help but smile.
Sang Yan leaned against the headboard, watching her smile. After a while, he remembered something: “Are you free on the evening of the eighth day of the Lunar New Year?”
Wen Yifan absent-mindedly replied: “I’m not sure, why?”
“Nothing much, Qian Fei is getting married,” Sang Yan said, “If you’re free, come along.”
Qian Fei is getting married.
There should be many of Sang Yan’s friends there too.
Wen Yifan finally looked up and responded: “Okay, I’ll see then.”
After speaking, Wen Yifan returned her attention to the photo album.
Her gaze shifted, and because of Sang Yan’s words, she noticed Qian Fei standing next to him, as well as another man on the other side. The man looked about the same height as Sang Yan, with peach blossom eyes and naturally upturned lips, giving an impression of innate gentleness.
These two standing together could almost steal one’s attention in an instant.
Seeing this, Wen Yifan instantly recalled the rumors Zhong Siqiao had mentioned and unconsciously looked a few more times. Her gaze moved down to the name list below. Sure enough, next to “Sang Yan” were the three characters “Duan Jiaxu”.
Noticing that she had been looking for so long, Sang Yan simply came over to look with her.
“What are you looking at?”
Wen Yifan pointed at Duan Jiaxu: “Is this Duan Jiaxu?”
Sang Yan’s gaze paused slightly: “Why?”
Wen Yifan commented: “He is quite handsome.”
“…”
The surroundings fell silent.
Wen Yifan didn’t notice anything amiss and was about to turn to the next page to see if she could find more photos of Sang Yan when the man beside her moved his hand, stopping her action.
She looked up.
Sang Yan’s lips were drawn into a straight line as he said without emotion: “I didn’t hear clearly.”
“Huh?”
“Who’s handsome? Say it again.”
Wen Yifan immediately shut her mouth.
“So, you’ve been looking at my graduation photo for half a day,” Sang Yan paused, then laughed coldly after a few seconds, “and you weren’t looking at me?”