The room was silent, a few night winds blowing slowly.
Cheng Chu couldn't hold back, and laughed out a "puchi".
The boy's tall and straight back froze.
"You, when did you come?" He didn't turn his head, even buried his head a little deeper, his ears flushed with shame.
Cheng Chu didn't answer, just walked over slowly and hugged him from behind.
The boy's body was hot, like a fire was burning. He felt the softness of the stick on his back, and the ripples in his heart were slowly rippling.
"Chuchu." He whispered hoarsely, as if trying to force an explanation, "I, I'm just mumbling."
I didn't get jealous with dogs.
Cheng Chu clasped his hands tighter, attached to the side of his neck and smirked.
The warm breath brushed against the side of the slightly cool neck, the young man's heart beat wildly, pursed his lips, and held back his words.
Cheng Chu rubbed it, and then whispered: "Well, I see, the big baby usually likes to babble."
The crimson behind the ear spread quickly, the boy lowered his eyes, looked at the hand tightly wrapped around his waist, his fingertips trembled, and after all, he couldn't resist the temptation to stretch out his hand and slowly attached it.
"Well." His voice was vague, as if responding to the "baby".
Tonight's wind doesn't seem to be cold anymore, it's still slightly warm with silk, slowly blowing into the bottom of my heart.
The girl lay on his back, her shallow breathing provoked intentionally or unintentionally.
His breathing gradually became rapid, and the raised Adam's apple rolled up and down. He only felt that his inner and outer parts were split into two pieces. The inside was indulged in the girl's love, and the softness turned into a pool of water, and the outside was resisting her provocation. Uncontrollably hardened.
"Chuchu." His eyebrows twitched, he restrained the girl's hand, turned his back to her, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to cook."
"Then I'll help you." Cheng Chu smiled sweetly.
The girl's voice was clear, like the clear spring water in the summer mountains, which flowed into the hot heart of the young man, and reflected his invisible dirty thoughts.
He pursed his lips, looked down at the bulging piece under him, sighed in disgust, and said in a deep voice, "No, you play with Miaomiao outside for a while, I'll be fine soon."
The kitchen door slammed shut, and the boy always turned his back to her, revealing only a solid and straight back.
"Then let me know if you need anything." The girl leaned into her little head and said softly.
"Okay." The stiffness under him made the young man dare not turn his head back, so he nodded and responded stunned.
The dinner is very rich, even Meow Meow has a small bowl of dog rice specially made for it, and it is also topped with canned food.
The pale golden dog's head was buried in the bowl, and it didn't come out for a long time.
After dinner, a full moon hangs high in the sky.
The two of them leaned on the lounge chairs on the balcony, and the gentle moonlight slowly fell.
"Let's take a photo." Cheng Chu turned on the camera function and switched to selfie mode.
The young man beside him obviously seldom took pictures, his handsome face was cold and without a trace of expression.
"You have to smile." Cheng Chu turned his head, stretched out his thumb and index finger, and lifted the corners of the boy's mouth.
A stiff smile appeared on Qing Jun's face, but the bottom of his eyes was still dark, and it seemed that the smile was oozing.
Cheng Chu pouted, "You have to smile happily, like me."
She raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and a smile flowed from the corners of her eyes. Those clear and lingering eyes completed the small crescent moon, and the warm moonlight poured in.
Looking at that smile, Gu Miao only felt that the night was instantly brighter.
But the hardships of life have long forgotten how to show a happy smile.
The night wind blew gently, gently brushing the girl's forehead.
The boy reached out and carefully pinned the strand of hair behind his ear.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl, the warmth floating on the tip of his heart converged into a stream, gradually melting into the rushing blood.
The bright moonlight slowly fell, and the corners of the boy's mouth twitched unknowingly.
"By the way, that's it." The girl quickly took his arm, leaned over, and took this group photo.
The girl in the photo is smiling like a flower, and her cheeks are as beautiful as the moonlight.
"Can you send it to me?" Gu Miao asked.
Cheng Chu tapped the screen with his fingertips, "Have you received it?"
The phone in his pocket vibrated slightly, Gu Miao lowered her eyes and saved the photo.
As soon as he put down the phone, he paused with his fingers, then swiped the lock screen again and set the photo as a screen saver.
That night, the boy was lying in bed holding his cell phone, the screen went black and turned on again. He looked at the girl on the screen saver for a long time before he fell asleep.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather turns cooler.
The winter in the sea city is cold and wet, the howling wind is like a wet knife, the coolness cuts through the flesh and penetrates into the bones.
It's almost winter vacation, Fu Rong asked Cheng Chu what plans for the vacation.
"Just stay at home and practice the piano." Cheng Chu replied while playing with his mobile phone.
Fu Rong glanced at her, "Would you like to go to Switzerland during the Chinese New Year? Their family will also go today."
"I'm not going." Cheng Chu refused simply.
Gu Miao must have been alone in that small house during the New Year's Eve, it's pitiful to think about.
"You kid, you're so boring, you usually know how to stay at home to practice the piano, and don't go out to meet a few more friends." Fu Rong sighed, and suddenly regained her energy, "Have you made a boyfriend in college? "
Cheng Chu's heart jumped, and he quickly replied, "No."
"No!?" Fu Rong almost jumped off the sofa, "Isn't there anyone chasing you?"
"No." Cheng Chu replied simply.
"Impossible, lie to me." Fu Rong touched her little face suspiciously, "I remember there were boys chasing after the door in the first year of high school."
Cheng Chu simply kept his mouth shut, no matter what Fu Rong said, he would not continue.
But she didn't give up, she kept talking to herself, Lin Qifeng from the next door brought her girlfriend home to meet her parents, and the daughter of which family got married last month.
Cheng Chu originally wanted to go home for a rest, but now she just felt more tired. She got up and ran upstairs. The wooden stairs made a muffled sound.
"I'm tired, I'm going to bed first."
The door of the room blocked some of Fu Rong's sharp voices, the surroundings were quiet, and the dim light in the garden filtered in. Cheng Chu lay on the bed and let out a long breath.
The phone on the side vibrated a few times, and Cheng Chu's mood suddenly cleared up.
"Did you miss me?" She rolled on the bed in a sweet voice.
There was silence for a few seconds, and then a low "Yeah."
Cheng Chu thought that the young man must have bowed his head shyly at this time, so he couldn't help laughing happily.
"What's the matter?" Her heart skipped a beat, and her voice was brisk.
The phone line stopped for a few seconds before asking, "Do you have any plans for the winter vacation?"
Cheng Chu was suddenly a little fortunate that she had rejected Fu Rong's trip to Switzerland. She smiled and said, "No."
"Then, do you want to go to Pingcheng to see the snow?" Through the phone line, the teenager was lower and dumber than usual, making Cheng Chu's heart feel as if it was touched by a small hook.
The plum blossoms in the garden are beginning to bloom, lighting up the cold winter night.
Cheng Chu suddenly thought of last winter, on the dimly lit street, she and the boy agreed to go to Pingcheng to see the snow together in the future.
Unexpectedly, he always remembered.
The smile gradually spread from the girl's brows, and her heart seemed to be flying into a jumping bird. She couldn't help kicking her legs in the air and replied, "Okay, I want to go."
The boy on the other side suddenly let go of his clenched hands. He stood on the balcony. The lights in the distance passed through the lonely night and fell into his dark eyes.
"Okay, then I'll book a flight and a hotel now." He said impatiently with a hoarse voice.
"Oh no, I can't let you spend money." Seeing that he was about to hang up, Cheng Chu hurriedly interrupted.
Gu Miao pursed her lips and tightened her hand holding the phone. He lowered his eyes, hiding the light in his eyes.
"Chuchu." Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the girl.
"Gu Miao, you're paying for dinner and going out on a recent date. It's fine for me to pay once every now and then."
She knew that those were the hard-earned money of the youth, and she felt a little distressed.
Gu Miao remained silent when the wind whistled from the other end of the phone.
Cheng Chu said: "How about this, you pay for the air ticket, and I pay for the hotel. Is this okay?"
The teenager sighed and remained silent, as if considering how to persuade her next.
But Cheng Chu didn't give him this chance.
She pursed her lips and called softly, "Brother Miao."
His breathing seemed to be rapid for a moment.
The girl continued her efforts, "Please."
Her voice was soft like a puddle of water in a spring day, making Gu Miao's fingertips tremble.
The cold wind on the balcony was blowing, and he was wearing only a shirt, but he felt a scorching heat from the depths of his heart running up his throat, so hot that he couldn't say a word of rejection.
"Are you okay?" the girl asked repeatedly.
Gu Miao closed her eyes and softly said "um".
He thought of his roommate complaining that his girlfriend was always asking for things, today she wants lipstick, and tomorrow she wants cosmetics.
But Cheng Chu seemed to know that he was very shy, so he never made any demands thoughtfully.
The coolness of the winter night penetrated into the bottom of his heart slightly, and the boy's heart was stuffy, and he could only wish to give her everything he had.
He lowered his eyes, turned on his mobile phone, and carefully inquired about the flight tickets.
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