Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

The room was silent, and a few night winds slowly passed by.

Cheng Chu didn't hold back, "pouch" laughed out.

The young boy's tall and straight back froze.

"You, when did you come?" He didn't turn his head, even burying his head deeper, blushing behind his ears with shame.

Cheng Chu didn't answer, but walked slowly over and hugged him from behind.

The boy's body was hot, like a fire. He felt the softness on his back, so that the ripples in his heart slowly rippled away.

"Chu Chu." He whispered in a dumb voice, as if trying to forcefully explain, "I, I just muttered."

I'm not jealous with the dog.

Cheng Chu tightened his arms around his neck and smirked lowly.

A warm snort brushed down on the cool side of his neck, and the young man's heart was beating wildly, his lips were pursed, and he did not speak.

Cheng Chu rubbed a little, and then whispered: "Well, I know, the big baby usually mumbles."

The crimson behind his ears spread quickly, and the young man lowered his eyes, looking at the hand tightly around his waist, his fingertips trembled, and after all he couldn't resist the temptation to reach out his hand and slowly attached it.

"Yeah." His voice was vague, as if he was responding to that "baby".

The wind tonight seems to be no longer cold, with a slight warmth, slowly blowing into my heart.

The girl lay on his back, teasing her breath intentionally or unconsciously.

He breathed steadily, and his raised Adam's apple rolled up and down, only feeling that his inner and outer parts were split into two parts. The inside was indulged in the girl's love, and it turned into a puddle of water, while the outside was resisting her provocation. Hardened uncontrollably.

"Chu Chu." His eyebrows jumped, he restrained pulling away from the girl's hand, turning his back to her depressed, and said in a dumb voice, "I'm going to cook."

"Then I will help you." Cheng Chu smiled sweetly.

The girl's voice is clear, like a clear spring in a summer mountain, flowing into the boy's hot heart, and reflecting his invisible dirty thoughts.

He pursed his lips, lowered his eyes to look at the bulge under him, sighed in disgust, and said in a deep voice, "No, you can play with Meow Miao outside for a while, I'll be fine soon."

The kitchen door slammed shut, and the boy always turned his back to her, only showing a solid back.

"Then tell me what you need." The girl poked her head into her and said softly.

"Okay." The stiffness under his body made the young man dare not look back, so he nodded and replied.

The dinner was very hearty, even Miao Miao had a small bowl of dog rice specially made for it, and it was 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 hung in the sky.

The two leaned on the deck chairs on the balcony, the gentle moonlight slowly falling.

"Let's take a picture." Cheng Chu turned on the camera function and switched to selfie mode.

The boy next to him obviously rarely takes pictures, his handsome face is cold, without a trace of expression.

"You have to smile." Cheng Chu turned his head, stretched out his thumb and index finger, and raised the corners of both sides of the boy's mouth.

A stiff smile appeared on Qingjun's face, but the bottom of his eyes was still pitch black, and it seemed that the smile was permeating.

Cheng Chu pouted, "You have to smile happily, like me."

She raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth slightly twitched, and a smile flowed from the corners of her eyebrows. Those clear and Lingling eyes completed the small crescent, and then poured into the warm moonlight.

Looking at that smile, Gu Miao only felt that the night was a little brighter in an instant.

But the suffering of life has long forgotten the young man how to show a happy smile.

The night wind blew gently, gently brushing the girl's forehead.

The young man stretched out his hand and carefully pinned the strand of broken hair behind his ear.

He lowered his eyes to look at the girl, the warmth on the apex of his heart merged into a stream and gradually melted into the rushing blood.

The bright moonlight slowly fell, and the boy's mouth curled up unconsciously.

"That's right, that's it." The girl quickly took his arm and leaned in to take this group photo.

The girl in the photo has a smile like a flower, and her white porcelain cheeks are as beautiful as moonlight.

"Can you send it to me?" Gu Miao asked.

Cheng Chu tapped his fingertips on the screen, "Have you received it?"

The phone in his pocket vibrated slightly, and Gu Miao lowered his eyes, saving the photo.

He just put down the phone, his fingers paused, and he swiped the lock screen again, setting the photo as a screensaver.

That night, the boy was lying on the bed and holding his mobile phone. The screen turned black and lit up again. He looked at the **** the screen saver for a long time before he fell asleep.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather turned cooler.

The winter in the sea is cold and wet, and the howling wind is like a wet knife, and the coolness cuts the flesh and penetrates into the bones.

The winter vacation was about to start, and Fu Rong asked Cheng Chu what arrangements for the vacation.

"Just stay at home and practice the piano." Cheng Chu answered while playing with his mobile phone.

Fu Rong glanced at her, "Would you like to go to Switzerland for the New Year? Their home will go too today."

"I'm not going." Cheng Chu refused simply.

Gu Miao must have been alone in that small room during the New Year. It was pitiful to think about it.

"You kid is just too boring. I usually know to stay at home and practice piano, and I don't go out to meet a few more friends." Fu Rong sighed, suddenly gaining energy, "Did you go to college and make a boyfriend? "

Cheng Chu's heart jumped, and he quickly replied, "No."

"No!?" Fu Rong almost didn't jump off the sofa, "then no one is chasing you?"

"No." Cheng Chu returned simply.

"Impossible, lie to me." Fu Rong touched her little cheek suspiciously, "I remember that there were boys chasing the door of the house in high school."

Cheng Chu closed his mouth altogether, no matter what Fu Rong said.

But she didn't stop, and she talked endlessly. Lin Qifeng from the next door brought her girlfriend home to see her parents, where her daughter got married last month.

Cheng Chu wanted to go home during the holiday to take a rest, but now she only feels more tired. She got up and ran upstairs, the wooden staircase was muffled by the "tata".

"I'm tired, go to bed first."

The door of the room blocked Fu Rong's sharp sound. The surroundings were quiet, and the dim light from the garden came in. Cheng Chu lay on the bed and let out a breath.

The phone on the side vibrated a few times, and Cheng Chu's mood suddenly cleared.

"Do you miss me?" She rolled around on the bed in a sweet voice.

There was silence there for a few seconds, and a low voice "Yes."

Cheng Chu thought that the young man must lower his head shyly at this time, and couldn't help laughing happily.

"What's the matter?" Her heart was jumping, her voice was brisk.

The telephone line stopped for a few seconds before asking, "Do you have any arrangements for winter vacation?"

Cheng Chu was suddenly a little grateful 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?" The young man was a little more dumb than usual through the phone line, making Cheng Chu's heart touched by a small hook.

The plum blossoms in the garden lighted up the cold winter night.

Cheng Chu suddenly thought of last winter, on the dimly lit street, she and the teenager had agreed that they would go to Pingcheng to see the snow together.

Unexpectedly, he always remembered.

The smile gradually spread from the girl's eyebrows, and her heart seemed to fly into a leaping bird. She couldn't help kicking her legs into the air and replied: "Okay, I want to go."

The young man on the other side suddenly let go of his clenched hands. He stood on the balcony, and the stars in the distance passed through the lonely night and fell into the dark eyes.

"Okay, then I'll book a flight hotel now." He said with a hoarse voice, impatiently.

"Eh no, I can't let you spend money at all." Seeing that he was about to hang up, Cheng Chu hurriedly interrupted.

Gu Miao pursed his lips and held the phone tightly. He lowered his eyes to hide the faint light in his eyes.

"Chu Chu." When he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the girl.

"Gu Miao, you are spending money on a recent date for dinner, and you spend money when you go out. Occasionally, it doesn't matter if I pay once."

She knew that those were the hard-earned money of teenagers, and she felt a little distressed.

Gu Miao remained silent on the whistling wind on 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 OK?"

The young man sighed and remained silent, seeming to be considering how to persuade her next.

But Cheng Chu did not give him this opportunity.

She pursed her lips, and whispered softly, "Brother Miao."

The breathing on the other end seemed to rush for a moment.

The girl keeps up, "Please."

Her voice was as soft as a puddle of water in the spring, and Gu Miao's fingertips trembled.

The cold wind on the balcony was blowing, and he was wearing only a shirt, but he felt a hot enthusiasm rushing to his throat from deep in his heart, so hot that he couldn't say a word of rejection.

"All right?" the girl asked repeatedly.

Gu Miao closed her eyes and gave a soft "um".

He thought of his roommate complaining that his girlfriend always wanted something, today he wants lipstick, and tomorrow he wants cosmetics.

But Cheng Chu seemed to know he was shy in his pocket, so he thoughtfully never asked anything.

The coolness of the winter night seeps into my heart slightly, and the young man feels sore in his heart, and he just wants to give her what he has.

He calmed his eyes, turned on his phone, and checked the ticket carefully.

The author has something to say: Gu Miao: But I don’t seem to be able to give her anything

Will there be only one room for travel, ahem.

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