Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

The night in Pingcheng is beautiful, with heavy snow falling, looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sea level in the distance seems to be scattered with a little bit of starlight.

The room was silent, as if the sound of the waves beating gently could be heard.

Cheng Chu was nestled in the quilt, only his head was exposed.

"Are you asleep?" Her voice was dull.

The young man raised his head and lay flat on the sofa, his eyes dark as night seemed to fall into a little bit of starlight.

"No."

He can't sleep.

"Then let's have a chat." Cheng Chu turned around and turned towards the sofa.

A bright moon hung on the far horizon, and the faint moonlight reflected in. She looked at the dim shadow on the sofa, and her heart was quiet and peaceful.

"Okay." Gu Miao thought for a while and asked, "What are you talking about?"

In the dark night, Cheng Chu blinked and suddenly said, "Do you know how to tell a horror story? Tell me one."

The room was extremely quiet, with only a few buzzing sounds of air conditioning.

The teenager thought for a moment, and said: "I heard one about piano when I was a kid."

Cheng Chu curled up his toes in excitement, "Speak quickly."

His voice was low, floating in the night, and a mysterious atmosphere appeared inexplicably.

"There used to be a little girl who liked to play the piano..."

Cheng Chu held his breath involuntarily.

"One day, the family took her into a new home. There was a piano in the living room of the new home. Every night, the little girl could always hear the piano from far away."

Cheng Chu swallowed nervously.

"One night, she finally plucked up the courage to go downstairs and saw her hands floating on the piano, playing slowly and slowly."

Cheng Chu's eyes widened, "Then what?"

"Later, I forgot." He said.

this one? 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, and accompanied by the quiet and vast sea in the distance, there was some pitiful feeling inexplicably.

Looking at the figure shrinking on the bed, the teenager felt a little guilty.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said it." He paused and said in a deep voice.

"I asked you to speak." The girl rolled over.

There was silence in the room, and the heating made people's hearts warm.

"Brother Miao." The quilt on the bed made a small 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.

Moonlight came in through the window, and he moved his body uneasily, only to see the girl's long hair spreading on the snow-white pillow, like splashing ink.

"Brother Miao."

"Huh?" His voice trembled, and he felt that the girl's voice turned into big invisible hands, and every time he called, he tightly captured his heart.

"Now I close my eyes and the scenes that appear before my eyes are all that kind of scene." The girl sniffed gently.

Gu Miao raised her eyebrows, closed her eyes as if resigning, covered her struggling, opened the quilt, and walked to the bed.

There was a carpet on the ground and there was no sound when he stepped on it. He stood by the bed and hesitated.

A ray of moonlight came into the girl's eyes, and her white lotus root arm came out of the quilt, and finally pulled him gently and pulled it 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 lonely night eyes flashed, and his hands trembled slightly, struggling to get up.

But the girl stretched her hand around his neck and gently pulled it down.

Lips touch, breathing 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 sturdy forearm struggled to move, and finally he silently closed his eyes and responded to the kiss that seemed to melt people.

From time to time, the sound of water that made blushing and heartbeat sounded in the silent room.

The quilt that was blocking the two of them was removed at some point, and the two fiery bodies clung to each other.

The girl's dexterous tongue didn't know when to get in, and Gu Miao lost her life in an instant. The fire in her body was melted into a pool of water by the just-rising reason.

He half-closed his eyes, a fascinated crow appeared between his cold brows, and his hands unconsciously floated on the girl's soft cheeks, and moved slowly down his neck.

The phone on the bedside suddenly shook.

He stopped at his collarbone with both hands, suddenly stagnated, and the reason that disappeared from his mind returned instantly.

"Yes, I'm sorry." He stood up at a loss, panic in his trembling voice.

There was a little bit of starlight outside the window, Cheng Chu lay on his back on the bed, his delicate face flushed, and while breathing, there were a few messy strands of hair floating quietly on the side of the pillow.

The boy's eyes warmed, and the fire in his heart rushed under him.

He clenched his hands into fists, wishing to slap himself.

The damp heat remained in the air. Gu Miao stiffly stretched out her hand to help the girl cover the quilt, then picked up the phone from the bedside table and handed it to her.

"I, I'll go to the bathroom." Stuttering that I haven't made for a long time, I don't know how many times it happened this night.

Cheng Chu was wrapped in a heavy quilt, and only heard a "click" in the distance.

The room fell silent, only the sound of water faintly sounded.

She lifted the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the phone.

She wanted to see who was winking!

But when the dialog box popped out of the WeChat screen, the anger hidden in my heart was suddenly extinguished.

"Have you taken a break? Send me a map of the hotel tomorrow."

It was a message from Fu Rong.

After checking 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 surface was a little shining, she stared blankly for a while, the flush on her cheeks gradually subsided.

The sound of water in the bathroom continued, and she pursed her lips, then hesitated to get up and walk towards the bathroom.

"Brother Miao?" She pressed the doorknob, but the door slid open without closing tightly.

The young man turned his back to her, revealing a solid back and tight waist, and a little bit of crystal water drops slowly.

He shut off the water abruptly, his ears were red, "You, why did you come in."

But Cheng Chu did not answer. Her mind was completely confused, and all that came up again and again were the **** six-pack abs, and the unspeakable...

As she walked over, echoes kept echoing in the empty bathroom.

"Bath shower water is bad for your health."

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 could no longer make a sound.

The girl's footsteps came again and again, seemingly on his heart that was so hot that it almost burst.

"Do you want me to help you?"

He felt the warm hands attached to his arms, slowly moving down with the flowing drops of water.

"Uh...huh." He snorted, feeling that his life was held by the girl's soft hands.

The roaring heartbeat almost filled his eardrums, and the pleasure of extinction rose from the tail vertebrae like flames, and the reason that had been eliminated by the cold water rushed up instantly.

"Chu Chu...Don't." His low voice resisted, but it was more like an invitation.

The girl moved by hand.

He was breathing stagnant and almost died.

Suddenly, the young man, in the extinct pleasure, trancefully remembered the dream he had when he was young.

The heart that once humbled to the dust, in the night no one knew about, blasphemed the high goddess.

But now, the dream has become reality.

He completely lost his reason and forgot everything. He just closed his eyes indulgingly, with blue veins on his pale neck, and a wave of intoxication on his cold face.

I don't know how long it took, he snorted, only feeling that he was in heaven at that moment.

But the next second, he lowered his eyes and looked at the blushing girl in front of him, and instantly he woke up.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Chu Chu." His heart was empty, and he wished to apologize immediately.

How could he, how could he blaspheme her like this.

With red eyes, he dragged the girl to the pool, washing the hands that were rubbed to the slight red over and over, with a hoarse voice in the bathroom: "Sorry Chu Chu."

The girl didn't struggle, and he held it in his hand, asking for anything.

"Why are you sorry?" She looked at the red under the boy's eyes and asked softly.

"I..." The hand sanitizer foamed up, and the soft hands became fragrant and smooth.

He suddenly remembered how these hands held him just now, which caused him to lose his heartbeat and his life.

"I shouldn't." He closed his eyes, not daring to look at her hand again, his Adam's apple rolled, and said grimly: "I shouldn't let you be like this."

Shouldn't blaspheme you like this.

The girl turned on the faucet, and the water washed her white and delicate hands, as if washing away the dirty crimes of the teenager.

"But Brother Miao." She raised her eyes, peach blossoms eyes filled with water, but her voice was a little hesitant: "We are lovers, this should be nothing."

The surroundings were quiet, the faucet was not closed tightly, and a few drops of water were dripping.

She bit her lip and lowered her head in a dull voice: "Brother Miao, you are such an antique."

Gu Miao's face flushed red.

"Me, me, me."

"Okay." The girl blinked, "Old Gu Miao, go to bed with me."

She took off the towel and wiped her hands, concealing the shyness in her heart, and forced to open the door calmly.

"Quickly pack up and lie down on the bed."

She walked a few steps and stopped, her delicate eyebrows frowned, pretending to be vicious: "Don't sleep on the sofa, I'm afraid of the cold, I want to hold you to sleep."

The boy froze in place because of his words, his hands stiff and he didn't know where to put them.

"Have you heard?" She turned her head and asked in a calm voice.

The lights in the distance passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and reflected into the room.

Gu Miao's heart was still trembling, and she nodded blankly.

The night was beautiful, and the girl was still sitting on the bed when he came out of the bathroom.

Those peach blossom eyes shone in the light.

Gu Miao didn't know what was wrong, so he walked there with both feet disobedient.

The girl leaned forward with a soft body, leaned her head on his shoulder and whispered, "Good night, Old Antique."

"good night."

I don't know how long it took, and the breathing beside him had become steady and long, but Gu Miao couldn't sleep.

He looked at the sparkling sea in the distance, and the residual self-loathing feeling in his heart gradually disappeared because of the girl's words.

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