Help, I've become a paper man

This time, it was Song Yi who laughed out loud. Seeing An Xiaochun embarrassed, he was not embarrassed at all. He even became interested and wanted to tease her a few more times.

But at this moment, Yan Changyue's voice sounded from inside the door, saying:

"Come in, close the door, and then..."

During the pause in the conversation, Song Yi obediently walked in, but just after taking two steps, he heard a "da da" sound.

Song Yi looked in the direction of the sound and first saw gloves. They were the familiar black color and leather texture, tapping against the tabletop repeatedly and regularly.

His eyes moved up and saw Yan Changyue's arm. At this time, the man had taken off his coat, leaving only his shirt, which looked a little thin.

Song Yi's gaze paused for a moment, then slowly moved upwards, passing over Yan Changyue's neck and jaw... and then back to that face.

Yan Changyue was smiling, looking at him gently, and continued: "Then come to me."

Song Yi had stopped and was standing in front of his desk. Hearing these words, he raised his hand with obvious confusion, indicating the distance between himself and the long table.

He was asking with his actions: Not close enough?

"It's not across the street, Song Yi, please come to me, I'm so tired lately... Can I hold you for a while?"

Yan Changyue's smile deepened as she spoke as she spread her arms in a hugging gesture.

It's a definite invitation!

Song Yi couldn't help it, he walked around the desk and quickened his pace.

When they reached the last section of the distance, he exerted force on his feet and threw himself directly into the other person's arms, their bodies touching.

Even though he controlled the force, and even though Yan Changyue kept her feet on the ground, the seat made a slight creaking sound and moved back a little.

Yan Changyue chuckled softly, her breath falling into his ears. The embarrassment that Song Yi had just felt also dissipated instantly along with the itchiness in his ears.

But along with it, there is also a subtle tension, which is growing rapidly as the heartbeat urges it on.

An ambiguous atmosphere arises spontaneously.

"We were arguing not long ago..." Song Yi muttered.

Yan Changyue said, "That wasn't a quarrel. We just followed our own ideas and did what we thought was right during that time."

It is a gentle voice that, in a subtle way, covers up the truth of "disagreement".

Song Yi couldn't help but ask: "So, for you, human survival is the most important thing?"

Yan Changyue replied: "Yes, that's right, I thought everyone knew the answer to this question."

The frank conversation had progressed to this point, and normally, there should have been an argument, but they were really too close.

Before they knew it, their breaths blended together and their bodies pressed against each other, with only clothes between them, leaving almost no space.

Song Yi raised his head and wanted to look at the other person again, but due to the distance, he couldn't see the whole face, let alone see Yan Changyue's expression.

It was so close, so close that only that blue eye was still looking at him. He was about to fall into it and embrace the tenderness within it.

So, he subconsciously tilted his head, as if bewitched, and slowly lowered his head, getting closer and closer, getting closer to the other person.

Their lips and teeth were entangled in the touch, which was part of the lingering kiss.

The temperature slowly rose, and when it stopped, their foreheads touched each other, and there was the clear sound of their heartbeats in their ears, carrying each other's body temperature.

Song Yi complained in a low voice: "Oops, An Xiaochun guessed right."

Yan Changyue said: "It's not a guess, it will definitely happen. You are attractive to me. What he means is..."

"Let me restrain myself from bullying you. At your age, in the eyes of most people, you are still..."

Yan Changyue's tone was calm, and she didn't have a chance to say the rest of the words. Song Yi raised his hand first and covered her mouth.

"This hasn't happened before. Is there some other reason? Is it just my hair?" he said hastily, completely anxious to find the cause.

There were too many loopholes in it, and Yan Changyue did not correct it, but cooperated and said: "It can be more than just hair."

What else could it be?

Song Yi had a questioning look on his face. Before he could speak, Yan Changyue stretched out her hand and spread it out with her palm facing upward, full of suggestion.

He understood instantly, took out the hair, put it in Yan Changyue's hand, watched her pinch a corner, pick it up, and shake it gently.

The scattered hair changes, entangles with each other, and directly braids into a bracelet. At the moment of completion, the texture also changes, with a more metallic texture.

It's like a magic trick.

Song Yi was even more surprised. His eyes widened and he stretched out his left hand. After the other party put it on, he looked up at Yan Changyue.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, he saw himself in Yan Changyue's eyes.

And what about Yan Changyue? She stared at the light in his eyes, immersed in it, and laughed softly.

Just when Song Yi was about to ask "What's wrong?", their lips touched again. It was Yan Changyue who took the initiative, a kiss that was so passionate that they could not help themselves.

After a brief pause, he responded with the same enthusiasm, full of tenderness and love, which made Yan Changyue feel dazed.

All that restraint collapsed and melted in her breath. Yan Changyue reached out her hand again, and her fingertips fell on Song Yi's waist.

The chair turned quietly as the breath lingered. Yan Changyue, who looked weak, was not lacking in strength, especially at this time.

He applied a little force with his hands, intentionally, and pressed Song Yi down on the desk. As the incident happened suddenly, the documents were squeezed away by his body and several of them fell to the ground.

No matter how crisp the sound was, it couldn't cover up the breathing. His hand lifted the hem, and when he moved upwards, the slightly cool leather rubbed against the other's lower abdomen.

Song Yi trembled reflexively, his waist began to move backwards, and the kiss ended abruptly.

Because in the next second, Song Yi pressed Yan Changyue's hand through her clothes and stopped the caress.

Song Yi said, "Wait... You'd better take a day off today and not be busy with anything else, otherwise stop quickly. If you call a stoppage in the middle of the game, you're done."

Song Yi spoke these short sentences with gritted teeth, but it was a really good reminder.

Yan Changyue paused and quickly helped the man wake up. When he raised his head and looked at Song Yi, his eyes gradually became clear again.

"I'm sorry, that's true. Maybe in a little while, I'll have to..."

Yan Changyue spoke softly, his voice still a little dry. The light in his eyes just fell and was blocked by his drooping eyelashes along with his smile.

But for those few seconds, Song Yi's excellent eyesight allowed him to see the changes clearly. He felt that at that moment, it seemed as if the stars in Yan Changyue's eyes were shattered.

Song Yi's heart softened instantly. He was about to get angry, but because of this look, he began to be patient.

But after trying to hold it back again and again, Song Yi really couldn't help it and laughed out loud, achieving the achievement of "when people are speechless, they can't help laughing."

Yan Changyue's frustration was instantly dispelled, and the other party also laughed, but there was a hint of "helplessness" in their smiles.

Song Yi thought again that this unfortunate version should be updated quickly and he should enter the next mode.

The next second, a knock on the door followed, ringing in the air, accompanied by a reminder of "Lord Yan, there are guests visiting." The two of them stopped smiling, leaving only pure helplessness.

"Okay, sorry, it's now, see you later." Yan Changyue said, pulling back her hand.