The night in Pingcheng is beautiful, the snow is flying, and looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sea level in the distance seems to be sprinkled with a little bit of starlight.
The room was silent, as if you could hear the sound of the waves lapping gently.
Cheng Chu nestled in the quilt, only showing his head.
"Are you asleep?" Her voice was muffled.
The teenager raised his head and lay flat on the sofa, his eyes that were as dark as night seemed to fall into a little bit of starlight.
"No."
He can't sleep.
"Then let's chat." Cheng Chu turned around and moved towards the sofa.
There was a bright moon hanging in the far horizon, and the faint moonlight reflected in. She looked at the hazy shadow on the sofa, and her heart was quiet and peaceful.
"Okay." Gu Miao thought about it and asked, "What are you talking about?"
In the dark night, Cheng Chu blinked and suddenly said, "Can you tell horror stories? Tell me one."
The room was extremely quiet, except for the humming of the air conditioner.
The teenager thought for a moment and said, "I heard one when I was young, about the piano."
Cheng Chu curled his toes excitedly, "Speak quickly."
He lowered his voice and drifted in the night, inexplicably floating a layer of mystery.
"Once upon a time there was a little girl who liked to play the piano..."
Cheng Chu couldn't help holding his breath.
"One day, her family moved her into a new home. There was a piano in the living room of the new home. Every night, the little girl could hear the sound of the piano in the distance."
Cheng Chu swallowed nervously.
"One night, she finally plucked up the courage to go downstairs and saw a pair of hands floating on the piano, playing slowly and slowly."
Cheng Chu's eyes widened, "Then what?"
"Later, I forgot," he said.
That's it? Cheng Chu complained silently in his heart. But thinking of her original intention, she pretended to be afraid and lowered her voice: "It's terrible."
The girl's voice was soft and soft, accompanied by the silent and vast sea in the distance, inexplicably filled with some pitiful feeling.
The teenager looked at the figure huddled on the bed, and felt a little guilty in his heart.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." He paused and said in a deep voice.
"I told you to tell." The girl turned over.
There was silence in the room, and the heat was warm.
"Brother Miao." The quilt on the bed made a thin rubbing sound, and the girl's voice was low: "I'm a little scared, can you come and accompany me."
Gu Miao's Adam's apple quickly rolled twice.
The moonlight came in through the window, and he moved nervously, only to see the girl's long hair spread on the snow-white pillow, like splashing ink.
"Brother Miao."
"Huh?" His voice trembled, only to feel that the girl's voice turned into a pair of big invisible hands, and every time he called, he tightly captured his heart.
"I close my eyes now and see that scene in front of me." The girl sniffed lightly.
Gu Miao raised her eyebrows, closed her eyes resignedly, covered her struggles, lifted the quilt, and walked to the bed.
The floor was carpeted, and there was no sound when he stepped on it. He stood beside the bed and hesitated.
A ray of light moonlight reflected in the girl's eyes, her white lotus arm got out of the quilt, and finally pulled him gently and dragged him down.
The boy threw himself on the bed.
He put his hands on his sides, and the girl was firmly trapped in his arms.
"I'm sorry." Those eyes that were as lonely as night flickered, his hands trembled slightly, and he struggled to get up.
But the girl stretched her arms around his neck and pulled down gently.
Lips touching, breath intertwined.
The humid and hot air almost suffocated Gu Miao. He knew that he should get up, but the beautiful touch on his lips shattered the last trace of reason in his heart.
The muscles on his strong forearms struggled to move, and finally he closed his eyes silently and responded to the kiss that seemed to melt people.
From time to time in the silent room, the sound of tsk tsk water that made people blush and heartbeat sounded from time to time.
I don't know when the quilt that was blocking the two was removed, and the two fiery bodies pressed against each other tightly.
The girl's dexterous tongue got in at some point, and Gu Miao lost half of her life in an instant.
He half-closed his eyes, his cold brows floated into intoxication, his hands unconsciously floated up on the girl's tender cheeks, and slowly moved down along his neck.
The phone by the bed suddenly vibrated.
He stopped with his hands at the collarbone, stagnant suddenly, and the reason that disappeared in his mind came back in an instant.
"Yes, I'm sorry." He stood up at a loss, panicked in his trembling voice.
The starlight was shining outside the window, Cheng Chu was lying on the bed on his back, his beautiful face was flushed, and while he was breathing, a few messy strands of hair were quietly floating on the side of the pillow.
The young man's eyes became hot, and the fire in his heart rushed to his body.
He clenched his hands into fists, wishing to slap himself.
The damp heat remained in the air, Gu Miao stretched out her hand stiffly, helped the girl cover the quilt, and picked up the phone from the bedside table and handed it to her.
"I, I'll go to the bathroom." The stuttering that I haven't done for a long time, I don't know how many times it happened that night.
Cheng Chu was wrapped in a heavy quilt, and only heard a "click" in the distance.
The room fell silent, except for the faint sound of water.
She lifted the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed and turned on her phone.
She wants to see who has no wink!
But when the WeChat screen popped out of that dialog box, the anger hidden in my heart was instantly quenched by fright.
"Have you rested? Send me a picture of the hotel tomorrow."
It was a message from Fu Rong.
Looking at the time, it was past eleven o'clock, so she simply put down the phone and pretended to sleep.
The seascape at night was exceptionally beautiful. The vast sea was full of stars. She stared blankly for a while, and the flush on her cheeks gradually subsided.
The sound of water in the bathroom continued, she pursed her lips, hesitantly got up and walked to the bathroom.
"Brother Miao?" She pressed the doorknob, but the door didn't close tightly and slid open.
The boy turned his back to her, revealing a solid back and a tight waist, and little crystal drops of water slowly fell.
He turned off the water abruptly, his ears flushed red, "You, why did you come in?"
But Cheng Chu didn't answer, her mind was confused, all that came up over and over were the sexy six-pack abs, and the indescribable...
She walked over, echoing in the empty bathroom.
"Showering water is not good for the body."
The girl's crisp voice echoed in the bathroom, making the boy's heart tremble.
He felt his vocal cords choked, dry and painful, and he couldn't make a sound.
The girl's footsteps stepped again and again, as if stepping on his hot heart that was almost bursting.
"Do you want me to help you?"
He felt the warm hands attached to his arms, slowly moving down with the flowing water droplets.
"Uh... um." He groaned, feeling that his life was being held by the girl's soft little hand.
The roaring heartbeat almost filled his eardrums, the thrill of extinction rose from the tailbone like a flame, and the reason that had been subdued by the cold water instantly rushed up.
"Chuchu... Don't." His hoarse voice resisted, but it was more like an invitation.
The girl's hand moved.
His breathing stopped and he nearly died.
All of a sudden, the young man remembered the dream he had when he was young in a trance-like pleasure.
The heart that was once humbled to the dust, in the night that no one knew, desecrated the goddess aloof.
But now, the dream has become a reality.
He completely lost his mind, forgot everything, just closed his eyes indulgently, with blue veins on his pale neck, and a fascinated wave of love remained on his cold face.
I don't know how long it took, he groaned, only feeling that at that moment, he went to heaven.
But the next second, he lowered his eyes, looked at the blushing girl in front of him, and instantly woke up.
"Yes, I'm sorry, Chu Chu." His heart was empty, and he could not wait to apologize immediately with death.
How could he, how could he blaspheme her like this.
With red eyes, he dragged the girl to the sink, washed the slightly red hands over and over again, and hoarse voice swayed in the bathroom: "I'm sorry Chu Chu."
The girl's hand did not struggle, and was held in his hand by him.
"Why are you sorry?" She looked at the redness in the boy's eyes and asked softly.
"I..." The hand sanitizer foamed, and the soft hands became fragrant and smooth.
He suddenly remembered how the hands held him just now, causing him to lose his heartbeat and lose his life.
"I shouldn't." He closed his eyes, daring not to look at her hand again, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said hard, "I shouldn't let you do this."
It shouldn't blaspheme you like that.
The girl turned on the faucet, and the water flushed her delicate white hands, as if washing away the filthy sins of the youth.
"But Brother Miao." She raised her eyes, peach blossom's eyes were full of water, but her voice was a little hesitant: "We are a couple, it should be nothing."
The surroundings were quiet, the faucet was not closed tightly, and a few drops of water fell tickly.
She bit her lip, lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "Brother Miao, you are such an antique."
Gu Miao's face flushed red.
"I, me, me."
"Okay." The girl blinked, "Old Antique Miao, go to bed with me."
She took off the towel and wiped her hands, hiding the shyness in her heart, and forced the door open calmly.
"Quickly clean up and lie down on the bed."
She took a few steps and stopped, her delicate brows wrinkled, and she pretended to be vicious: "Don't sleep on the sofa, I'm afraid of the cold, I want to sleep with you in my arms."
The young man froze in place because of what he said, and did not know where to put his hands.
"Did you hear that?" she asked in a calm voice, turning her head back.
The lights in the distance passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and reflected into the room.
Gu Miao's heart was still shaking, and she nodded dully.
The night was beautiful, and when he came out of the bathroom, the girl was still sitting on the bed.
The pair of peach blossom eyes shone into the light and flickered slightly.
Gu Miao didn't know what was going on, so she walked there disobediently with her feet.
The girl's soft body leaned over, put her head on his shoulder, and whispered, "Good night, old antique."
"Good night."
I don't know how long it took, the breathing beside him had become steady and long, but Gu Miao couldn't fall asleep.
He looked at the sparkling sea in the distance, and the residual feeling of self-loathing in his heart gradually dissipated because of the girl's words.
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