Electro-optical Phantom [Entertainment]

Xiaoyuan didn't actually watch the movie. She picked an interview with a famous filmmaker and watched it one after another.

On a cloudy day, I thought of the light rain all day, and it was completely dark when it was more than five o'clock.

It may be that the time of insomnia is too long, she feels tired and doesn't want to sleep too much.

The house is too big, Xiaoyuan suddenly thought that if there is a couple in this house who have different dreams in the same bed and have broken down, they can stay apart for several days without touching each other.

But for those who love each other, even in the big room, you can feel the presence of each other.

She laughed. She didn't have these thoughts before. She thought more about observing people, observing details, and how to play the relationship between characters and interpret the story, but never thought about love stories.

I like it in my heart, which makes her feel more.

She got up and walked around the house.

Finally came to the door of Wei Zhuang, quietly, should have rested.

She also thought about asking her if she came back for her own sake. This idea was not asked at the time, and there will be no chance afterwards. Standing here at the moment, she feels even more unnecessary to ask.

Because she has returned.

The dinner was prepared by the chef.

Xiaoyuan ate a finely seasoned dish.

Fried Yuanbei with black mushrooms.

The tips of the green bamboo shoots are topped with white tender scallops covered with black truffles, accompanied by lovely small and thin fruit radishes, and a small heart-shaped cantaloupe rolled with Spanish ham.

The ingredients are simmered in chicken broth, with a little salt, which are the aroma and deliciousness of the raw materials.

It's delicious and beautiful.

The main course is steak.

The dessert is caramel pudding.

She ate three dishes by herself and smiled happily.

Wei Zhuang, who was sitting opposite her, only ate one, which was exactly a soup—seaweed and lily stewed with liao ginseng.

It looks very nutritious, but is it too light?

Xiaoyuan blinked, wanting to ask, are you full like this?

But when she saw Wei Zhuang slowly drinking the soup, she swallowed this sentence.

"Older" people are really healthy. She smirked.

It's strange that her brother and her brother, when the cabbage ate, chatted like this. They thought that there was an atmosphere, but they didn't feel that there was anything wrong with being quiet when they ate with Wei Zhuang.

After eating, Wei Zhuang said: "I want to deal with work."

Xiaoyuan nodded: "Okay."

She left to the 33rd floor, Xiaoyuan blinked at the door.

—Huh, it's really like a broken-up couple who have different dreams in the same bed.

When this thought flashed through, she felt embarrassed. Where is the bedtime and where is the husband and wife? Next, she was thinking about whether people of the same **** can be regarded as husband and wife, or what should be called each other, is this kind of situation in her own situation crooked? Or is it just that you like someone who happens to be a woman?

Then I lay down on the sofa and searched for some content on the Internet. I found that after searching a lot and reading a lot, I was still confused.

Her attention has been concentrated here for several hours, from the sofa to the room, from the floor to the bed, from the meal to the shower, from searching for information, to doing quizzes...

Soon time passed, and her attention was highly focused on it, and no bad emotions aroused anymore.

In the end, she felt sleepy without taking sleeping pills. She did not feel that she fell asleep in the bed without the lights turned off.

She fell asleep but didn't sleep deeply. She was caught in a nightmare and actually realized it. It's like an enemy you have fought for a long time. The opponent has a few kilograms and a few ounces. You know all the attacking techniques. Can't escape.

Because every time I was defeated, it was all fear. The more I wanted to wake up, the more I couldn't wake up. I was struggling, and I had to scream and scare it away to liberate myself.

"Little Garden—"

A familiar voice called her.

Xiaoyuan shivered in cold sweat, and when she heard Wei Zhuang's voice, she blinked when she looked at her face when she sat down, and finally remembered that she was at Wei Zhuang's home.

Xiaoyuan's temples were slightly damp, and her long eyelashes were filled with tears, as if trying to digest her words, staring at her blankly.

"Drink some water." Wei Zhuang handed the cup to her lips. She took a big sip and regained her senses. She looked at the woman in front of her and suddenly leaned into her arms.

Wei Zhuang was startled, put the cup down, and hung his hands in the air before pressing her shoulders, "have a nightmare?"

When she came back, the door of the Xiaoyuan room was still open and the light was on. Quietly, Wei Zhuang did not enter. After she finished the shower and dried her hair, she heard Xiaoyuan's scream when she left the master bedroom.

"I, I dreamed..." Xiaoyuan murmured to her, "Dementor."

In the Harry Potter series, she is not afraid of Voldemort, but the Eater of Souls.

Author J.K Rowling once said that the prototype of Soul Eater is depression.

The monster that **** away people's happiness and courage is like a nightmare that keeps away and follows closely, it is a soul eater.

Xiaoyuan arched toward the woman's arms, hugged her tightly, and breathed the tide of Wei Zhuang's slightly opened collar.

Wei Zhuang twisted his eyebrows slightly, feeling that piece of skin itchy.

"Will you be here, then... the dementors won't come." Xiaoyuan made a muffled voice, vaguely, mixed with sleep, "Frances."

"…it is good."

Both of them were wearing pajamas, with a thin layer of fabric separated by the soft tortuous curves, a soft laziness surged in Xiao Yuan's heart, his heartbeat became slightly faster, but it was more of a sense of security.

"Frances, can you recite the patron saint spell?"

She didn't look up, so she didn't see that Wei Zhuang's expression went blank when she heard this.

Xiaoyuan laughed silently. He also thought the idea was funny. "Harry Potter" series can be regarded as children's books. Maybe the boss hasn't read it at all.

She boldly hugged the woman's waist, took the opportunity to act like a baby, and narrowed their distance without looking at Wei Zhuang's expression. Anyway, she didn't push away, just didn't refuse her closeness.

Wei Zhuang's waist is very thin and tight, and there is a delicate touch under the clothes.

Her heartbeat speeded up suddenly, and she felt the heat of the woman's body and her breath that seemed to be condensed slightly.

Time flowed by unconsciously, both of them were quiet, and their accelerated heartbeat slowed down and became rhythmic.

This is a delicate experience, Xiaoyuan has never fallen asleep in the arms of others.

She was absent for too long, and she didn't have enough sleep for a few hours last night. At this time, she felt sleepy like a tide, and she also felt relieved that she would stay here for a few days anyway, without worrying about anything.

Her nervousness made her sleepiness take away, she couldn't think of anything, and couldn't do any further actions. It seemed that within ten seconds, she fell asleep again in the arms of Wei Zhuang.

Wei Zhuang's movements were stalemate for a long time, and she felt numb, and the warm and moist breathing from her neck made her feel a little uncomfortable.

When she fell asleep, she adjusted her posture, Xiaoyuan slid down, her arm embraced her, and the face was closed to her chest.

Although after a few days of raising my skin, my skin became rosy, but I was still thinner, and my shoulders and back were thinner, and the areas that shouldn't be thinner were not even thinner.

From the lotus white jaw to the neck, the light flowed down to the fullness of the black hair in the collar of the shirt-it was the beauty she had seen, and it was easy to recall.

Wei Zhuang's eyes condensed, restraining some impulses that she hadn't expected, and slowly placed her on the pillow.

Xiaoyuan Micron's cheek was pressed against the pillow, she unconsciously rubbed her lips, and her lips were pressed.

Wei Zhuang looked at her quietly. After a while, his palm was next to her face, and soft light seemed to pass through her eyes. Her thin lips lightly opened, "ExpectoPatronum."

The patron saint curse.

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