Electro-optical Phantom [Entertainment]

"The skirt suits you well, can I buy it for you?"

The cold voice of the woman drilled into Xiao Yuan's ears, and the tassels on her skirts with her long fingers patrolled slowly, moving very slowly.

I don’t know if I am admiring the skirt, or admiring her...

The heat on Xiaoyuan’s cheeks spread to her ears. She held her breath and shook her head. The language center of the brain conveyed "No" to her, but she let out a soft hum, and Xiaoyuan’s face burned even more. .

She is not a minor, and she vaguely knows what's wrong with herself, but she is not sure.

Strictly speaking, Wei Zhuang did not hug her, she just hugged her behind her back.

But Xiaoyuan has never been so close by a woman, maybe she has, but she hasn't left an impression. All the fresh, nervous, and strange reactions brought about by same-sex intimacy are all Wei Zhuang gave her.

"Mr. Wei..." Xiaoyuan breathed slowly, and finally said, "Contract."

The contract stipulated that Wei Zhuang did not have to give her any resources, including gifts and so-called pocket money.

As soon as these two words came out, Wei Zhuang's movements stopped and his hands were retracted.

Xiao Yuan lowered his eyes, staring at the tassel that was gradually still in a slight wonder.

"Okay," she said.

The soft embrace behind her also left her, the warm body temperature left, and her bare arms climbed into a bit of chill.

I don't know if Wei Zhuang is gone.

There was only an awkward silence in the room.

In the silence, the vibrating sound of Xiaoyuan's mobile phone appeared particularly clear.

Oh, yes, there are skirts.

Xiaoyuan let out a breath unconsciously, and reached behind to touch the zipper. The back of this skirt is naked, and the zipper is relatively low. It is not that difficult to understand, but inexplicably, she can't grasp the accurate angle after touching it a few times.

"Hey~"

"I come."

These two sounds sounded almost at the same time, Xiao Yuan was startled, she turned around, the graceful silver waterfall swirled on her body, and the light exploded.

This is really a beautiful dress.

"...I thought..." Xiaoyuan was indifferent.

Wei Zhuang's gaze moved up from her calf bit by bit, all the way to her eyes.

Xiaoyuan suddenly realized that unlike the straightforward and provocative eyes of other people of the same sex, Wei Zhuang's gaze seemed a little more admiring, probing, and there was something else she couldn't recognize.

"Why me?" Xiaoyuan blurted out.

Why did you sign a contract with her?

She never asked this question.

Xiaoyuan didn't realize that she was looking at Wei Zhuang closely, carefully studying the appearance of her every reaction.

Wei Zhuang seemed startled.

This was too rare for her, but Xiaoyuan remembered that this was the second time she was stunned by her question.

The first time she wanted Wei Zhuang to accompany her in the scene of "Drunk and Happy" and the male protagonist's words don't hug.

And this time.

She thought it was broken, the boss is going to be angry again, right? When she was about to chase and say something to alleviate the embarrassment that was coming, Wei Zhuang spoke.

"I am attracted to you," she said.

Xiaoyuan blinked dumbly, almost doubting what his ears were hearing.

I—be—you—attracted—incited—

These words matched the sound of thunder from God, suddenly hit her heart, rumbling.

She has also seen countless love movies, acted in movies in person, and was in love, but at this moment, Xiaoyuan seemed to be standing in a vortex of a rippling lake, shaking her body, heart and soul, and a sense of dizziness hit her. Come.

The sound of rain became denser.

At the same time, the handbag is shaking.

Everything in the room seems to be rotating, and the center of the rotation is the two of them.

Maybe it's just Xiaoyuan's illusion.

But I don't know what is pervading between them, the sound of rain, breathing, and heartbeats melted together.

Wei Zhuang's hand slid along her naked back to the zipper, Xiao Yuan turned around slowly, and they didn't speak.

The zipper was pulled down, and almost all of her snow-like back was leaking out. Xiao Yuan protected the clothes on her chest, and could feel Wei Zhuang's breath cruising on her back.

"I can come by myself..." Before she could finish her words, Wei Zhuang was taken into her arms again, and Xiao Yuan's heartbeat was a hundred times faster than before.

Then, she felt a damp touch on her back, Xiao Yuan's body trembled, and she fell behind her waist by the woman.

It turns out that her lips are so soft.

She kissed her back, moved to the back of the neck, and gently kissed it loosely, and moved to her ears. Xiao Yuan shrank and panted involuntarily, her hands and feet soft.

This skirt is not suitable for underwear. She is wearing nubra. Her trembling hands are almost unable to hold the fabric. The fringed skirt slides down, rustling, and the woman's lips slowly and silently hover around her neck and shoulders.

Xiaoyuan felt that the sky was spinning again. At a certain moment, her hand softened. When the skirt was about to fall, another thin white hand came over and held the skirt for her, as well as the undulating arc of her chest. .

Her heart banged so hard that she could feel it with the hand holding her chest, and she could also feel the soft body unique to the same **** next to her, and the unique quietness of Wei Zhuang Fragrance.

"Very beautiful," Wei Zhuang said behind her ear.

Xiaoyuan's face suddenly turned red.

She was hugged by her without wearing shoes. With the height of Wei Zhuang more than half her head, she must have seen everything...

She knew that she was good looking, but it was only spoken by Wei Zhuang's mouth, and she had a palpitating credibility.

The air seemed to be soaked with inexplicable ambiguity, making every breath a vibrato.

"Wei..." Xiaoyuan was about to call her, and swallowed when she reached her mouth.

She has no idea what to say at this moment, and she vaguely knows what will happen next minute.

"Will you be with me tonight?" The woman's voice flicked from behind her ears.

Xiaoyuan has read many scripts and watched many movies. When the male and female protagonists are about to have a relationship, the lines of the inviting party may not be much different, and the tone is mostly full of desire, seduce, and teasing. Anyway, at that moment, The tone must be different from normal.

What Wei Zhuang said was her usual tone, a little cold, like a moonlight.

Usually when I go to Xiaoyuan, I can't help but wonder if I have misunderstood her meaning, so she turned sideways to look at her.

At the moment she turned to the side, she caught Wei Zhuang's sinking, slightly chaotic breathing.

Almost inaudible, fleeting.

The eye waves of the two met in one place, and their breaths staggered.

Xiaoyuan slowly turned away the flushed face, "...I... take a bath."

Unexpectedly, she would say such ambiguous words. After all, her face was a little tender, and she covered her skirt, slipped out of the woman's arms, and went straight to the bathroom.

"Swipe" the door was pulled.

She slid down on the carpet outside the bathroom with a rustle, together with the loose fringed skirt, without even turning on the light. The silver fringed skirt looks like sparkling sea water in a dark environment, just like her mood.

Suddenly, there was a sound from outside, and the bathroom and the lights in the outside room were turned on in the next second.

Xiaoyuan blinked one after another and looked up. There was a tall and thin figure of Wei Zhuang printed on the frosted glass. She said, "Give me the skirt, and I will send it to your assistant."

Ah, I almost forgot it again.

It is conceivable that he has to be anxious about what Caijuan looks like.

Xiaoyuan stood up, took off her skirt, opened the door a little bit, and handed her skirt out.

She didn't know that Wei Zhuang was standing in the dark place between the living room and the bathroom, and the lamp was on in the bathroom, so her whole figure was faintly exposed through the frosted glass like a veil.

Wavy, soft, curved, translucent, beautiful shape.

The glass door opened a little like a shadow puppet curtain, and the snow-white wrist sent the skirt out.

Wei Zhuang's gaze retracted from the door, took the skirt, and the glass door gently pushed back.

Xiaoyuan watched the shadow on the door walk away, she pursed her lips, a little to laugh.

Oh my god, it’s a privilege for the boss to pack her jewelry and skirts, isn’t she?

The more she thought about it, the more fun she felt. The lake in her heart seemed to be surging up with waves that were rolling around playfully, and she couldn't help holding her face and laughing softly.

Wei Zhuang stacked Xiaoyuan's skirt and shoes, found a jewelry box, packed her jewelry, put them into the cowhide bag Xiaoyuan had found earlier, and then dialed the housekeeper's number.

She did this series of movements naturally, and she didn't feel that there was anything inappropriate. It didn't take long before this leather bag was sent away.

The butler rarely received her call so late, holding a leather bag, he had asked someone to wait outside and delivered it directly to the destination.

He got down from the elevator and walked to the entrance lobby. His beeper rang, and he picked it up. It was the entrance security of the basement, saying that someone wanted to visit his employer. It was late and the security was inconvenient to call directly to the owner's house.

The butler felt strange, so he asked who it was.

The security guard said his surname was Wei and he was the owner's family, but his attitude was not very friendly.

The butler hesitated for a while, and dared not pass the message, so he dialed the phone to contact his employer.

At this time, Wei Zhuang is using his mobile phone to communicate with people, and it is the morning of Eastern Time in North America. She didn't like to send text, so she sent a voice, "Jim, call me sometime, I have something to find you."

Soon after she finished sending, the house phone rang, so she put down the phone.

The voice sent in the past quickly got a text reply-eldest sister, eldest sister, I just woke up, what do you tell my brother?

Wei Zhuang stood listening to the butler's call, frowned slightly between his eyebrows, glanced into the room, and said, "Okay, let him wait for me on the 32nd floor."

This luxurious apartment building has 35 floors, from 32 to 35 floors, all belonging to Weizhuang.

Putting down the phone, she glanced at her watch, it was too late, the rain outside, and thunder, she didn't like this kind of weather, she went back to the house just now, and planned to talk to Xiaoyuan about the situation.

The light in the bathroom was on, and there was a faint sound of water. She hadn't finished the shower yet.

Wei Zhuang stood there for a while, and found something strange. The young girl had only stayed in this house for one night before, but tonight has not passed yet, but she feels that this house has a lively and agile atmosphere. However, she glanced over the bed still in the middle, trying to change the position for Xiaoyuan, or she would not sleep well.

She wanted to wait for the little garden to come out, suddenly, when the doorbell came from outside, she raised her brows slightly and walked out.

The bathroom was steaming and Xiaoyuan came out of the shower, wrapped in a big towel. She dialed the wet ends of her hair and combed her hair.

After washing for a long time, mainly to calm the nervousness, she took care of the skin at will, and then opened the glass door.

There was no one in the room, so she went to the cloakroom, circled back and forth in a row of pajamas and home clothes, and picked up a long dress and trousers.

After the change, she turned around and saw herself in the full-length mirror. She scratched her pink face, let out a deep breath, and then walked out.

When she walked all the way to the living room and saw the figure of Wei Zhuang, she just raised the corner of her lips, and her expression froze in the next second. The man across from Wei Zhuang also looked over, his complexion changed abruptly and stared at her in shock.

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