A few rays of sunlight slanted in.
The room was silent, Cheng Chu leaned against the man's arms, and gradually felt a vague sense of dampness on his shoulders.
She felt tight in her heart, kissed the aggrieved side face, and quickly persuaded softly, "Who said I don't want you anymore."
"You lied to me." His ear was blushing because of the kiss, but the restrained grievance came out from his voice.
Cheng Chu pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "What did I lie to you for?"
He pressed his throat, and his tone showed a hint of choking, "Yesterday, when you said you were having dinner with your family, you actually went out with Zhou Yanshi."
"I..." Cheng Chu paused with a guilty conscience.
Gu Miao heard the hesitation in the girl's words, her fingertips tightened, and almost reflexively, she hugged her tighter.
The window was opened with a small slit, and the howling cold wind got in, like a sharp knife stabbing straight into the man's heart.
The heart that had been restless all night was shattered in an instant, and the piercing pain seeped out of the blood and quickly spread to the limbs.
It was cold in winter, and the trees outside the window had long since lost their leaves, leaving only dead branches swaying desolately in the wind.
Gu Miao's red eyes were full of water vapor, and I don't know when, tears rolled down like this.
He wiped his eyes roughly, condemning his own vulnerability with disgust and disgust.
But there was a little bit of humble hope in a corner of my heart.
She is willing to come to see him and take the trouble to lie to him, does it mean that she cares about his feelings so much
In an instant, the almost collapsed heart quieted down as the cold wind gradually vanished outside the window.
There was no cold wind, and the house gradually warmed up.
The girl withdrew from his arms, her clear peach blossom eyes touched the redness of his eyes, and she frowned in distress.
"Why are you... hey." She reached out helplessly and gently wiped the corner of the man's red eyes.
Gu Miao curled her fingers slightly, and the despair came slowly from the bottom of her heart.
Does she feel that she is so unmanly.
He shouldn't cry, but he couldn't control himself. Thinking that she might be leaving, the acid in his eyes couldn't stop coming out.
He lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly, and closed his eyes in self-deception.
In this way, she can't see his red eyes.
The girl's fingers still had the coldness of winter, so she gently brushed his eyes, her movements were extremely gentle.
Why is she so gentle
The man closed his eyes, feeling the girl's almost cautious movements, and couldn't help but burst into tears again.
He couldn't stand it.
He did not allow her to leave.
Tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes and slowly fell from his cold face.
The girl's heart was aching, and she wiped and wiped, but the tears fell like beads that had lost a thread and couldn't stop falling.
"Don't cry." She couldn't help but persuade.
The man turned his back suddenly and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."
He almost hurriedly said, "If you didn't hear what you just said, I didn't mean to blame you."
As long as you don't leave me, I don't have to go to the bottom of it, and I can even force myself not to care.
As long as you don't leave.
He turned around, eyes like a winter night full of humble and heartbreaking prayers.
Cheng Chu's heart clenched, and his tone was urgent: "What are you thinking about? I did go out to dinner with my mother and Aunt Lin yesterday, but they left first, Zhou Yanshi is her nephew, Just go together."
Gu Miao only felt that she was like a released death row prisoner, and the heart that was so painful that it was about to burst, relaxed in an instant.
He looked into the girl's clear Lingling's eyes and asked tentatively, "Then why are you lying to me?"
The heating in the room is very full, and it seems that it can melt people's hearts as cold as ice.
Those bright, clear eyes blinked.
"I'm afraid you'll think too much. Look at you now, have you just made up a world-shattering drama." After she said angrily, she slowly leaned over and leaned into his arms.
The man's embrace was hot, she leaned against his heart, and clearly heard the happy heartbeat, beating violently like the rest of her life.
"I'm sorry." He hugged the girl, his ears reddened with shame, and he began to stutter, "I, I didn't mean to."
The girl raised her head, stood on tiptoe, and kissed her tightly pursed lips accurately.
"I should have said sorry, I shouldn't have lied."
"No, you're right." His dark eyes were filled with shreds of joy.
How could she be wrong? never.
Cheng Chu leaned softly on his shoulder and whispered, "Brother Miao, am I not doing enough? You are always very insecure, and you just think about things."
The hands that were clinging to her shoulders froze suddenly.
Outside the window, a few birds jumped on the dead branches and chirped.
Gu Miao paused, her deep voice dissolved in the warm air, "Chuchu, you are good enough, but I am not good enough."
He has no relatives, is alone, and has suffered too much.
Chu Chu is the first light in the bleak life, all his courage, all his dreams, all his longings.
She is not only the only person he loves, but also the only relative in his heart.
He couldn't imagine a day without light and love.
So always worry about gains and losses, low self-esteem and fear.
Gu Miao lowered her eyes, looked at the girl's bright and clear eyes, and whispered, "Chuchu, I, I will try my best to change it."
The girl laughed lowly, and her brisk voice swayed in the air, "I see."
Her peach blossom eyes turned into bright little crescents, and her voice was as sweet as honey, "You may love me too much, right?"
The man's heart skipped a beat, and the air was warm and humid, filled with an inexplicable charm.
His throat was hard and he paused for a while before replying in a low voice, "Yeah."
"Okay, okay." The girl said with a smile, "If it's because of this, you can just try to change it, but it's okay if you can't change it."
She stood on tiptoe, her lotus arm gently wrapped around the man's neck, and kissed his lips.
"Kiss, little vinegar bun."
The little vinegar bun fell into this soft and lingering kiss, and after a long time, he realized that he was still sick.
He let go of the girl suddenly, "I, I'm sick."
The girl flat-mouthed, "Anyway, we've kissed for so long, it'll be contagious long ago."
"Okay, okay," he said humbly.
Cheng Chu looked at his red eyes and whispered, "It's not just a little vinegar bun, but a little crying bun."
"Don't, don't talk about it." Mr. Gu, who was strategizing, even blushed.
"Okay, okay." Cheng Chu said with a smile, "Then the little vinegar bun is sick today, let me take care of it."
She pushed the man onto the bed and tightly covered it with a quilt before saying, "Go to sleep after lunch."
"Okay." He closed his eyes.
The air was filled with the light fragrance of the girl's body, the excitement in his heart could not be stopped, and the dark eyelashes trembled slightly.
Cheng Chu just thought it was a little funny.
She quietly lifted the quilt, got in, and hugged the man's waist all at once.
"Items of care include sex."
He must have had a fever, burning like fire.
"Chuchu..." His body froze, and he couldn't resist whispering in a low voice.
Cheng Chu raised his eyes from his arms and said softly, "Go to sleep quickly, it's so hot and stuffy, you'll be fine when you wake up."
He resisted the tremor in his heart and forced himself to close his eyes.
Xu was weak from the illness, and after a few seconds, he fell into a deep sleep.
Gu Miao's fever came and went quickly.
In a few days, it will be the Chinese New Year. Fu Rong and Cheng Ruohai went to Switzerland for Chinese New Year. Before they left, Cheng Chu confessed to them that he had a boyfriend.
Fu Rong squinted and analyzed: "No wonder, the blind date was so reluctant that day, and such a good guy can't look down on it. When I come back from Switzerland, I will bring my boyfriend home, you know?"
Cheng Chu nodded in response.
Fu Rong's tone was disdainful, "I want to see what kind of guy is good for Xiao Zhou."
Cheng Ruohai looked like a good gentleman, smoothing things out.
Cheng Chu reluctantly sent the two to the airport.
The weather is very sunny today. Cheng Chu took Miaomiao and went to Gu Miao's house to celebrate the New Year with him.
This is the first Spring Festival the two have spent together.
Gu Miao nervously prepared a lot.
Red lanterns and Spring Festival couplets were hung on the door of the cold villa, and many New Year's goods were placed on the coffee table, which were all Cheng Chu's favorite snacks.
Even in the garden, there are many spring flowers, which are red and festive from a distance.
The New Year's Eve dinner was handled by him alone, but it was as rich as a restaurant.
Even Meow got an exclusive dog house, luxurious like a small villa.
It jumped into its own hut, and a pair of black eyes looked around curiously.
After the two finished the New Year's Eve dinner, Cheng Chu said, "I want to give you a New Year's gift."
Gu Miao smiled happily, her cold brows and eyes opened with warmth.
"what gift?"
The girl took his hand and walked aside, and mysteriously took out a box from her bag.
"Here, open it up and take a look."
It was a very exquisite gift box, and the high-grade dark gray box was tied with a silver ribbon.
He slowly pulled away the tightly tied bow and opened the lid.
In the middle of winter, the cold wind howled outside.
In the box lay a warm off-white scarf.
The soft touch runs down the fingertips, all the way to the bottom of my heart. Gu Miao trembled with her fingers and stroked it lightly. He saw the stitches on the scarf that were not very neat, and a vague guess appeared in his heart.
"This, this is what you knitted?" There was light in his silent black eyes, and the excitement was suppressed in his voice.
The girl nodded, stretched out her hand to take out the scarf, and said in a low voice, "Squat down a little, and I'll try it on for you."
The corners of the man's mouth lifted up uncontrollably, and he bent down almost the next second.
He was surrounded by a touch of softness on his neck, and he smiled stupidly like that, his cold face as soft as the ice and snow melting in the early spring.
The girl nodded with satisfaction, "It looks good, this color suits you."
"But..." She pursed her lips hesitantly, and said with some guilt: "This is the first time I knitted, and it seems that some parts are not very neat, so you just put it away, just be as good as you want, don't wear it. out."
"No." The corners of his mouth curved even more, "I'm going to wear it."
The man could hardly contain his eagerness to show off.
This is what Chu Chu knitted for me!
"Okay, okay." Cheng Chu smiled helplessly, "Just if you like it."
He hugged her excitedly, buried it in her shoulder, and said sullenly, "I like it very much."
The joy in his heart was like a bursting volcano, constantly surging and dancing. He only felt that this was the favorite gift he had received in his life.
"Okay." Cheng Chu said coquettishly, "Hurry up, it's so hot, the Spring Festival Gala is about to start."
There were joyful songs and dances on the TV, and the spacious and cold villa seemed to be instantly injected with vitality.
The two were nestled on the sofa, each other's body temperature blending together.
Gu Miao touched the scarf from time to time, and then lowered her head to kiss the girl in her arms.
He was like a big sticky dog, which made Cheng Chu feel hot and itchy.
The girl was no longer reserved, she sat directly on top of him, and kissed him heavily.
The pair of solid forearms that encircled her had blue veins, and her waist was tensed by the girl's closeness.
He wrapped his arms around the girl and couldn't help hooking her tongue, sucking lightly.
Cheng Chu was kissed so softly that it became a puddle of water, and so softly leaned in his arms.
"Chuchu." He called her name in a hoarse voice, with an uncontrollable surging emotion in his voice.
"Um?"
The sound of tsk tsk water was mixed with Cheng Chu's indistinct response.
"You, you go down." He suppressed, arousing the last trace of reason suppressed in his heart.
The girl smiled lowly, wrapped her slender legs around the man's waist, and said softly, "No."
His cheeks were flushed, and deep desire was suppressed between his cold brows, and his voice was hoarse and hoarse, "Be obedient, or I can't help it."
"Then don't bear it." Cheng Chu leaned over, kissed the base of his red ear, and stuck out his tongue to lick it gently.
"Brother Miao." The girl's voice was charming, and she took a warm snort and sprayed it on his ear.
Time seemed to stand still, and Gu Miao heard the blood in his body converging under him instantly. He was lost in the chaos of lust until he heard the girl whisper in his ear, "I love you."
His world collapsed in an instant, and the last trace of reason remaining in his mind was completely shattered in the girl's words.
All memories became confused and hazy at this moment.
In the winter, the cold wind slammed against the windows.
The girl's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were filled with fascination, and the tip of her upturned nose was covered with crystal sweat.
He woke up and stood up suddenly, "Chuchu, I, I don't have a condom."
The girl's voice was as soft as a piece of cotton, and it contained a strand of confusion, "Then what should I do?"
"I, I'll go buy it."
He seemed to fly out.
In the middle of winter, the cold wind hangs desperately. It was New Year's Eve when the streets were empty. He didn't know how many streets he ran before he found a convenience store that was still open.
The wind in the winter night was cold and long, but when he ran home, his body was still hot.
He possessed himself and kissed the girl, with the cold smell of the cold wind on his body.
The two bodies were tightly attached to each other, and their breathing and body temperature were like tangled woolen threads, endlessly entangled.
Gu Miao panted, her eyes were scarlet, and even the blue veins on her red neck were clearly visible.
But with the last trace of reason left, he suppressed and asked, "Chuchu, are you sure?"
The girl pulled him down and blocked the chattering mouth.
The air became hot and humid.
Her vision became blurred and hazy, and she suddenly felt a sharp pain.
"Um..." She couldn't help but snorted softly.
"Chuchu, does it hurt?" Gu Miao had repressed sweat on her forehead, and her voice was broken and hoarse.
He stopped taut, his eyes crimson.
Cheng Chu didn't want him to bear it, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said softly, "It doesn't hurt."
Her voice was soft and soft, like the lightest and quietest cloud in the sky, supporting his suppressed body to fly to the sky.
He could no longer be repressed to indulge in the endless pleasure.
The bed creaked.
Cheng Chu only felt that her memory had become blurred, she was wet, the sweat of the two was intertwined, or something else.
At the end of her memory, she only heard Gu Miao's almost hoarse voice, asking her something over and over again.
The exhaustion of the whole night made her almost lose her thoughts, so she could only hummed in response.
The sky is white.
When Cheng Chu woke up, it was already noon.
She was nestled in the man's generous arms, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she received a deep, moist kiss.
"When did you wake up?" She said, only to realize that her voice was hoarse.
Although her body was sore, it was clean. Gu Miao should have helped her clean it up.
The man leaned over and kissed her forehead again, "Woke up very early."
Just looking at her like this, for a long time, as if I can't see enough in my life.
Cheng Chu struggled to get up, but found that his fingers were so heavy that he couldn't lift them up.
Bright light came in through the window.
Cheng Chu lowered his eyes.
On the slender and white ring finger, there is a dazzling dove egg diamond ring, which flashes a bright and dreamy halo under the refraction of the sun.
Her fingertips stiffened, "This is?"
The room was quiet.
The cold and hard man surrounded her from behind, the hot body temperature came over, and his voice was urgent and careful, "You promised yesterday."
The birds outside the window chirped.
Cheng Chu took off the ring with difficulty.
The man behind him breathed for a while, and his eyes had not turned red. The next second, he heard the girl say, "I'm going to wash up. How can I wear such a heavy diamond ring?"
He pursed his lips and asked tentatively, "Then are you still willing to wear it in the future?"
The winter sun is warm.
The girl turned her head, her bright eyes seemed to fall into the light of the whole world.
"I promise you something, and I won't go back on it."
The author has something to say: Gu Miao: hehe
The last chapter will end tomorrow, let me know if you have any extra comments you would like to see~