Wen Zhiyan hung over her with his hand on the sheet, grinding the tip of her nose and saying, "Take you." ”

It was Song Yuze.

How could he call?

Fang Ci clicked on it and put it to his ear, "What's wrong?" ”

"Fang Ci," Song Yuze's voice was still a little drunk, "where are you?" Have you gone back to your dorm? ”

“…… Here with friends. ”

Wen Zhiyan was still making trouble, and light kisses fell on the tip of her nose and eyelashes. She fired a warning look at him, completely useless.

He was going to lean into her ear and whisper, "...... Song Yuze? ”

It's too close.

His lips could touch her ear as he spoke, and the burning breath entered the ear canal unhindered, and Fang Ci shook slightly.

She turned her head to cover his mouth, met his hot gaze, and her heart trembled, her hand slipping and clamping around his neck, her palm pressed against his Adam's apple and the tattoo on it.

Hearing the feast laughed silently, the Adam's apple vibrated and rubbed in her palm. Wipe.

“…… Is there someone next to you? ”

Song Yuze's reaction was half a beat slow.

“…… Friend's dog. ”

Fang Ci exhaled softly, hiding his heartbeat that was completely out of order.

"Oh," Song Yuze didn't seem to want to say more, "Then I'll see you at school tomorrow." ”

As if he was about to hang up, he added, "I'm just worried about your safety, so I'll give you a call to make sure it's okay." ”

Fang Ci hummed softly at this time: Wen Zhiyan bit her neck.

After an obvious pause on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, Song Yuze woke up a little more and sat up straight, "...... How does this sound? ”

Fang Ci rubbed back, escaping from under Wen Zhiyan, she said steadily, "The dog bit me, I have to hang up." ”

"Okay."

Song Yuze probably didn't think much about it and hung up.

As soon as the call ended, her mobile phone was immediately thrown aside by Wen Zhiyan.

He didn't say much, grabbed her by the waist and dragged her down.

Her wrists were clasped by him, palms facing up, and his fingers were pressed against the pillow.

Kisses fall.

Gentle and delicate, as if teaching her how to kiss.

Contain. Sucking. Grind.

Gradually, there is water. sound, mixed with low. Gasp.

The feast stopped without warning.

He buried his head in her neck to adjust the rhythm of his breathing.

Fang Ci remained motionless, like him, trying to break away from this sticky atmosphere.

Half a day.

Wen Zhiyan opened his mouth in a low voice, "Fang Ci,"

“…… You will never remember the first time you drank wine. ”

Fang Ci deliberately did not follow his words to recall everything that happened in the empty box tonight.

She said vaguely, "...... I don't know. ”

Wen Zhiyan didn't have to ask for an answer, but only chuckled lowly and said—

"I will."

-

The fact that Song Yuze was reprimanded for two sentences after making a disrespectful speech in a field where he heard little quickly spread throughout the circle.

Wen Shao is arrogant and loose, his aura and status are unique, and no one has ever dared to provoke him. The big and small sisters and sons in the circle are not mentioned, and even in the nightclubs and bars, none of the girls who were brought in with their own thoughts dared to come close to post them.

Clean and noble, unlike any boy.

As a result, the elders in the circle all use him as a benchmark for educating their own children.

Song Yuze was probably dizzy and cut off his future.

This matter was bigger than expected, and Qu Yingqiu really called and inquired.

Even, even Fang Niannian, who didn't come out of the door, knew it.

She sent a message to Fang Ci:

"Are you okay? It didn't affect you that day, did it?"

"Fang Ci: No."

"Fang Ci: What's going on with that?"

"Fang Niannian: I haven't found a chance yet."

At this time, Fang Ci was in class, and when he received this reply, he put his mobile phone on the table and didn't look at it again.

Until the end of class, Fang Niannian sent a few more messages:

"Ah Ci, is it possible for me to move out and live?"

"I have money, should we rent a house near your school and live together?"

"I know you don't like me, you hate to be close to me, we can rent a two-bedroom, I won't bother you."

Fang Ci slowly brushed a dull pain in his heart.

For so many years, in the face of Fang Niannian, her heart has been swaying.

She couldn't forget the incident when she was a child, she couldn't ignore it, Fang Niannian had the intention of throwing her away.

But the other party Niannian is indifferent, it doesn't help, her heart will not be better than half a point, but she will torture herself again because Fang Niannian was hurt by her attitude.

Between the sisters, there is a knife with blades at both ends, and no matter who stabs whom, it will be the two of them who will be injured.

Fang Ci did not reply.

Overwhelmed by the emotions that surged for a while, she didn't even have time to think about why Fang Niannian suddenly wanted to move out.

-

On Wednesday, at the end of the day's classes, Fang Ci received a WeChat message from Wen Zhiyan on his way to the library.

"Smell the Feast: When will you practice your IELTS speaking?"

"Fang Ci: When are you free?"

"Smell Feast: The Day After Tomorrow"

"Fang Ci: Then tomorrow."

"Fang Ci: In Cointreau or the old villa?"

"Smell Feast: Old Villa"

"Smell the Feast: Not coming to the library today?"

Fang Ci was slightly stunned, his diction was a bit strange.

"Fang Ci: On the Road"

"Smell Feast: There is a vacant seat in the northeast corner of the fourth floor"

There are three libraries in total, and Fang Ci always goes to the oldest one, which is far away from the dormitory, but because of this, there are relatively few students who come here on purpose, and there are usually vacant seats every day, and it is relatively quiet.

She ignored Wen Zhiyan's strange speech, found a vacant seat on the second floor, and finished a set of reading questions when her mobile phone vibrated again.

"Smell the Feast: Haven't Arrived yet?"

"Fang Ci: ? It's been a long time."

"The Feast of Smells: Where?"

"Fang Ci: Second Floor"

Wen Zhiyan didn't reply again, Fang Ci directly turned on Do Not Disturb and put the phone back in his bag.

After a while, a shadow swept by his side.

The smell of a flash is inexplicably familiar.

Fang Ci raised his face.

Wen Zhiyan appeared in the empty seat opposite her, the hood of his sweatshirt on his head, his book in his hand and his computer, but his eyes were fixed on her.

The tall figure is also very eye-catching in this quiet library.

Fang Ci reflexively looked left and right, and sure enough, a few people cast their eyes here.

She lowered her head, took out her mobile phone and sent a message:

"Fang Ci: What are you doing here?"

Wen Zhiyan slowly lowered his head and put the book out, turned on the computer, sat down, put on the headphones, then looked at her and replied:

"The Feast of Smells: Do Your Homework"

"Fang Ci: ......"

"Smell Feast: Why don't you go to the fourth floor?"

"Fang Ci: Why do you want to go?"

"Wenzhiyan: Can't you see that I'm waiting for you there?"

"Fang Ci: I don't understand."