Electro-optical Phantom [Entertainment]

Maybe it's because of a cold, maybe it's been too long since I slept so long. Wei Zhuang slept very deep and the bed was very warm. When she was confused, she felt that someone was touching her forehead.

"Well, the fever finally subsided." Someone whispered in her ear, her forehead was touched softly.

Xiaoyuan...

"Sleep well." She tucked her quilt, and then she was empty. She should have gotten up.

After sleeping for a while, Wei Zhuang wanted to tell her that she was too tired, but she continued to fall asleep as soon as she moved.

She didn't know how long she slept again. She finally woke up. After sitting for a few seconds, she lowered her eyes to look at the side of her lower body and stroked her hand. It was a sign that someone had really fallen asleep, not that she was dreaming.

Wei Zhuang’s lips smiled, she went to the shower room to take a shower again, and felt that her spirit and body were much lighter after she came out, so she went out again.

She came to the kitchen and found the familiar figure busy.

She wore a beige sweater, which looked like her own clothes, just the length of the thigh, and underneath were a pair of straight, straight legs with delicate texture.

She was making sandwiches, muttering in her mouth, "The doctor said to eat something that is easy to digest, light..."

"Then give her some more fruit..."

"Strawberries, oranges, and green tea..."

Wei Zhuang leaned against the wall and looked at it for a long time, until Xiaoyuan turned around with a plate, "Huh?"

"Are you awake?" Her smile was heartbreakingly bright, "The porridge is all right, too."

Brunch is lettuce and lean meat porridge, crab and egg lettuce sandwiches, and a fruit plate.

Xiaoyuan squinted, "Do you know what your chef brought me? Haha, he actually brought me his pickled kimchi!"

"Hey, don't eat it, this is spicy, a specialty of Rongcheng, it's really delicious!"

"I finally got off the scene, I want to eat more delicious food, he said to make me skewers tonight!"

Xiaoyuan was so happy that he shook his head.

"Is the porridge I made delicious? Drink more."

"Although it is no longer burning, I will take other medicines later."

"And you can rest for two days, and go to work before you wait." She pouted and glanced at her angrily.

Wei Zhuang found that she couldn't say anything and couldn't look away, so she responded naturally.

"You are so good! Xiaozhuangzhuang!" Xiaoyuan blinked at her, there seemed to be spring waves in her eyes.

Wei Zhuang noticed one thing. It seemed that every time Xiaoyuan took a play, every time she returned from the crew after the end of the play, she would be more charming and more charming, and she looked shining.

However, Wei Zhuang's complexion was a little unnatural, "...Can you not call me Xiao Zhuang Zhuang?"

"Ah? Can't you call it that way?" Xiaoyuan put his cheeks on him, "that's called you Dazhuangzhuang?"

Wei Zhuang: "..."

"Yeah, I still think Xiaozhuangzhuang is nice! Hahahaha!" She was hit with a smile, and her nose wrinkled slightly.

Wei Zhuang let out a sigh of relief, and for the Nth time, he found that he had no choice.

After eating breakfast, Xiaoyuan stared at Weizhuang to take the medicine, and took her temperature again, which was 36.6.

"Fortunately, it's not so uncomfortable now, right?"

"I'm fine for a long time."

"That's good." Xiaoyuan approached her and flashed her eyes, "Can I tell you now, you look so cute when you are sick."

Wei Zhuang: "..."

"But it's better not to get sick!" Her soft arms wrapped around her waist, Wei Zhuang's eyes fell, moving from her legs to her face, her mind was slow for a while, and she could only respond, " ……Ok."

There was silence for several seconds.

Wei Zhuang asked: "Is the filming going well?"

"Very smooth, very good." Xiaoyuan looked at her.

"……that……"

Xiaoyuan bent her lips, hugged her and kissed her.

Wei Zhuang raised his hand and stroked her hair, "...I thought you would be reluctant to think about it in the crew!"

"How come? I...think of you every day."

This is actually a bit of water. She was really busy when she was busy on the crew, especially when she adjusted the status later to catch up. Sometimes when she was busy, the chat was concise and concise, so Xiaoyuan got stuck when she said it, and her expression was a bit vacant.

Wei Zhuang squinted her eyes and turned her face gently, "...then you haven't forgotten what you promised me?"

"Huh?" Xiaoyuan blinked.

In the last visit to the class, she said that she would listen to Wei Zhuang everything when she was finished filming for her relief, or to coax Wei Zhuang, and she would never "resist" when she returned to Shencheng.

"Well, of course I remember!" Xiaoyuan laughed, "I will cook for you next, OK?"

"You don't need to cook."

"Ah? You don't think I can cook big meals. Didn't the sandwich I just made taste good?"

"It's delicious." Wei Zhuang took her over, his voice lowered, "I was full just now, and now I want to eat you."

She seldom said such provocative words, so as soon as she said the power, Xiaoyuan's face turned red all of a sudden, and the woman's tail sound reached the eardrum, bringing a familiar numbness.

"...You, you are not completely well..." Xiaoyuan murmured, but Wei Zhuang's fever yesterday flashed through her mind. Her eyes were slightly closed, and her feather-white cheeks were a little red on her chest. A soft arc dazzled a little halo, and as her breathing gently fluctuated, the picture was so clear and vivid that she blushed and her heart beats even more.

"...Hmm? What did you just say?" The woman embraced her, and the next second they kissed.

Two months passed in a blink of an eye, and every time it was a little farewell, it was very precious and very warm to get together again.

Xiaoyuan was still a little concerned about Wei Zhuang’s cold, her breath was not smooth, and she gasped and persuaded: "Yes, or, tomorrow, tomorrow..."

She felt the body of the woman behind her warming up, and hurriedly wanted to raise her hand to touch her forehead. She was grabbed by the woman, and the tip of the woman's nose lowered and rubbed her neck, revealing a rare hint of coquettishness. It means, "Little Garden..."

Xiao Yuan's vision became misty, and his hands softened.

Little by little, the woman's lips rubbed against her ears to the skin of her neck, and she raised her neck impatiently.

Sitting with their backs in the woman's arms, the two are like vines entwined, entangled in intimacy, filled with a moist fragrance.

In a daze, Xiaoyuan felt that something slipped from her feet. Her breathing and heartbeat became intermittent with the woman's movements...

After a long while, Xiao Yuan nestled in Wei Zhuang's arms, and the two cuddled quietly, feeling each other's heartbeat.

She was eager to get along at the moment, and suddenly smiled, and asked: "If we two nest here and don't go out or work, how long do you think we will get bored?"

When I asked, I realized that this is a dangerous question.

Wei Zhuang lowered his eyes and stared at her, "What do you think?"

"Hey, you are so cunning, obviously I am asking you."

Wei Zhuang chuckled, "One year? Two years? Three years?"

Xiaoyuan scratched her, "You are not answering at all, you are asking rhetorically!"

"There are options for you to choose."

"Where is this multiple-choice question! You are my question and threw it to me! Humph!"

Wei Zhuang just laughed but didn't answer.

Xiaoyuan couldn't make a fool of himself, and deliberately sullen his face, "I think you can't afford to lose your job for a month at most."

Wei Zhuang stared into her eyes with a smile, "Can you not take the show for a month, how about that year?"

"..." Xiaoyuan also felt that she couldn't take a year off without working, no one said anything, she had no choice but to stop turning her face, "Okay."

Wei Zhuang looked at her, "Are you angry?"

"No." Xiaoyuan deliberately pointed the back of her head at her.

Wei Zhuang squeezed her finger, "Of course I want to spend more time with you."

Xiaoyuan didn't hold her back, turned around and hugged her, with a sweet smile on his face, "I knew it! Hahahaha!"

Wei Zhuang embraced her, feeling in his heart, this acting... is too superficial, so easy to guess!

Her eyes also laughed.

The two jogged for a while, then nestled together in an inseparable way.

Suddenly, there was something floating outside the window, Xiaoyuan blinked, and raised his head and said to Wei Zhuang, "It seems it's snowing."

In the southern city of Shanghai, the temperature is very low in winter and it loves to rain. It always snows very rarely, and it is difficult to pile up occasionally.

Speaking, sure enough, looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, countless tiny snowflakes were swirling, floating, and falling, like a scene only found in a movie scene.

This is the first snow of the year, the first snow.

Countless film and television works like the image of the first snow. Snow is a landscape that can only be found in winter. Winter means that in the second half of the year, people will always feel a little bit at the node at each stage. Looking forward to gaining is the end and the beginning.

This kind of complex touching feeling will make people have a desire to express and convey, and it will also make people extremely soft. They are at such a moment.

"Yeah." Wei Zhuang hugged her and looked at the snowflakes with her. She said: "Xiaoyuan, go on vacation with me."

Xiaoyuan suddenly understood Chuxue's romance.