Song Yan turned his eyes and his eyelashes trembled.
The message sent by Jiang Cuo, whether intentionally or not, showed "Jiang Cuo".
Her last name is Jiangcuo's first name.
And he didn't even know her current mobile phone number.
Jiang Fei glanced at his phone and retracted his hand holding the bank card: "Student Song hasn't paid back the money yet. I'll think about it next time."
After saying that, he was about to leave.
His wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Jiang Fei paused.
"Go to him?" Song Yan lowered his head and spoke solemnly.
"Um?"
Song Yan stood up and stared into her eyes with red eyes. He was silent for a long time and finally opened his lips.
His tone was full of self-loathing and resentment, almost as if he was giving up on himself, and he said every word with difficulty:
"Do you want to continue...playing with me?"
Song Yan's favorability rating: 90.
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The coffee shop has a semi-enclosed booth. Through the door, you can see the occasional customers walking slowly outside.
Jiang Fei sat back down opposite Song Yan, holding his chin in one hand, tapping his cheek casually with his fingertips, and looking at the boy in front of him intently.
Song Yan was also looking at her.
From the moment she returned to her seat, his eyes never moved away from her face. There was reluctance, haste, and anxiety in his eyes.
After being silent for a while, Jiang Fei slowly spoke: "So, you mean, even if you have money to repay me now, you still want to maintain the previous relationship with me?"
Song Yan's throat tightened, her hands clenched tightly, her lips pursed, and she remained silent.
Jiang Fei tilted his head and said with great interest: "That shouldn't be the case. Student Song, don't you really want to break off all relations with me?"
Every time she came close to him, she looked ashamed, angry and humiliated, as if he wanted to tear her into pieces.
"Or..." Jiang Fei leaned forward slightly, "Are you addicted to being my plaything?"
"Jiang Fei." Song Yan's eyelashes trembled, and the familiar look of shame, anger and humiliation reappeared.
Jiang Fei couldn't help laughing, his eyebrows were half-curved, and Song Yan looked straight at her with laughter.
It was the first time since their reunion that she smiled so happily in front of him.
After a while, Jiang Fei finally stopped laughing, his expression gradually became calm, and he took the spoon on the side and stirred the coffee in front of him.
But he still didn't respond to Song Yan's question just now.
Song Yan lowered his head, watching the coffee she stirred form a small whirlpool, and he seemed to be in that whirlpool, being played with by her and applauded.
"Song Yan." Jiang Fei suddenly spoke after an unknown amount of time.
Song Yan looked at her.
Jiang Fei said calmly: "I'm not a good person."
Her voice was calm, as if she was saying that the weather was nice today, and she had no shame at all for not being a good person.
Song Yan's lips moved: "...I've known it for a long time."
Do good people like to play tricks on others?
Would a good person be like her, playing with them and then throwing them away?
When Jiang Fei heard what he said, he raised his eyebrows and smiled. He simply stood up and walked to him, leaning slightly to look at him. His hand slowly touched his cheek, stroking it again and again.
Song Yan clenched his fist harder and harder, and he could see the deliberate teasing in her eyes. The strong sense of shame made him want to turn his head to avoid her touch, but he remained frozen in place, motionless.
"What are you going to do?" In the end, he only managed to squeeze out a sentence from his throat.
Jiang Fei said "Hmm" with a slightly raised tone, and came closer to him. Her red lips were only a few feet away from him, and they would touch if she moved a little.
Then, she said word by word: "Play, you, ah!"
Song Yan's body suddenly tensed up, the humiliating yet forcibly endured emotion in his eyes almost overflowed, and the ends of his eyes turned slightly red.
Seeing this, Jiang Fei frowned slightly: "It's not like you haven't been treated like this by me before. Now you took the initiative and you still put on this forced expression..."
"Then let it go." As she said that, she stood up.
Just the next second, Jiang Fei's eyes darkened.
Song Yan held her wrist with one hand and clasped her waist with the other. He kissed her lips hard with his lips. He kissed her without any rules and clumsily caught her lower lip and rubbed it gently.
The next second, Jiang Fei chuckled. The movement of leaning down was too tiring, so she simply sat on his lap and murmured in a low voice: "Open your mouth."
Song Yan's consciousness was hazy, and he could only do as she said.
The tip of her tongue touched his lips and teeth, tempting him to open his lips slightly, and they were connected with her lips, mixed with ambiguous gasps, entangled with each other.
Footsteps came from far and near the door of the semi-public booth: "Sir, Madam..."
Before he finished speaking, the waiter exclaimed: "Sorry." The footsteps faded away.
Song Yan reacted suddenly and quickly ended the kiss. His eyes were covered with a layer of mist and he was breathing heavily. However, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Jiang Fei's bright red lips, which still had an alluring luster.
She sat on his lap, and his hands tightly held her in his arms, leaving no gap between them.
He couldn't help but glance towards the door. Anyone passing by could see what they were doing.
In other words...not only the waiter saw it...
Song Yan's throat tightened, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. In the past, even if Jiang Fei and she acted excessively, they would avoid the eyes of the people around them, unlike now...
He had never been like this before, so bold and bold.
"You get up first." Song Yan said, his voice a little hoarse due to the tightness of his body.
"Huh?" Jiang Fei raised his eyebrows and looked at the beads of sweat on his forehead, his body that was as taut as iron, and his Adam's apple that was constantly rolling, and only moved slightly, "Are you sure?"
Song Yan's breathing was stagnant, and the hand holding her waist suddenly tightened.
Jiang Fei smiled and leaned in front of him: "I guess what you are thinking in your mind must be more extreme than what you do."