Electro-optical Phantom [Entertainment]

Koen came to the top floor of the Kijima Hotel.

Xiang Zhishi had brought her here before, and she had also seen Wei Zhuang in the hotel’s exclusive elevator. At that time, she never thought that she would be so close to Wei Zhuang.

The door slid open and she entered the room and shouted, "Frances..."

The room was full of silence, and when she walked in, she seemed to feel inexplicable moving.

As she walked in, Wei Zhuang stood in front of the French window, holding her arms, looking at the sparkling river scene and the blurred shadow of the lantern outside the window.

The light from the overhead spotlight spreads inch by inch from her exquisite body, lonely, cold, and full of charm.

Xiaoyuan couldn't help but called her again.

Wei Zhuang seemed to hear it, and turned around slowly, looking at her.

Xiaoyuan touched her gaze and was shocked, "She seems to need a hug."

Xiaoyuan didn't hesitate, and ran towards her, the mint-green gauze skirt fluttered, and she carried a hint of clear rain outside, faintly scented to the woman's body, and opened her soft arms, hugging her .

Wei Zhuang was caught off guard.

Xiaoyuan's soft black hair was next to her cheek, her breath lingered, she lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on the black bow behind the girl's sweater.

"Outside... it's raining." Xiaoyuan in her arms suddenly said.

"...Oh." Wei Zhuang blinked, slid his hand, brushed the bow, and landed on Xiaoyuan's slender waist.

"I won't go back tonight, will you stay with you?" Xiaoyuan raised her face to look at her, her eyes still looking like that, full of stars, flashing brightly.

Wei Zhuang's eyelashes trembled slightly, followed her hug, and gently leaned his head towards her, neither saying good nor bad.

Xiaoyuan raised his hand and stroked her face. Wei Zhuang raised his eyelashes and looked at her. There was a deep and bottomless world hidden in her eyes, mysterious, lonely, and painful.

"Are you tired from work today?"

"Or...did something unhappy happen to you?"

She also seemed to desperately need a kiss.

Xiaoyuan was led by her, without even thinking about it, she tiptoed and kissed it.

Her lips are a bit cold, and there is a very faint smell of red wine, but it is really soft.

Xiaoyuan still doesn't know how to kiss, she will only kiss her by instinct, and will only kiss her by the true feeling in her heart.

A little flustered, a little nervous, and a little bit unspeakable distressed.

Why do you feel this way?

She couldn't tell.

She doesn't understand Weizhuang too much.

So I want to hug her and kiss her.

Her arms wrapped around the woman like soft vines, and her lips rubbed her little by little like dew petals.

Unorganized but full of gentleness.

Wei Zhuang closed his eyes involuntarily, feeling that most of the body's power was lost in her kiss, and something softly passed from her sweet and green kiss, secretly stimulating her brain nerves and spreading. It's... her eyelids.

The woman's hand stroked the back of her head, and Xiaoyuan stopped.

"I'll come as soon as I go." Wei Zhuang's voice was extremely low, pressed into her ears, and then she withdrew from Xiao Yuan's embrace, stroked her hair again, and turned around.

Xiaoyuan: "..."

She was half shy and half confused and followed the place where Wei Zhuang had been stroked just now.

Ah, is her kissing skills too bad?

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With the sound of the water, Wei Zhuang raised his face, the drops of water slipped from her white cheeks and neck, and her slender palms picked up the water.

She is not a person who loves to shed tears, the few tears she shed before she was 20 years old.

The clearest time was when she had just received an insemination from abroad. She was lying in bed and heard the quarrel between her father and stepmother. The fear at that time still had a hideous face through the years.

However, the reason why she kept crying was that her stepmother spoke for her.

That was the only time she cried so presumptuously.

She has long believed that there is only one person in her world, walking and living alone, thinking that she has become accustomed to it. Who knows if someone passes by with a lamp, that is the light that belongs to others, and it has briefly illuminated her.

That light up, she realized that she had been living in the dark.

From then on, she understood more truly that in this world only she could become her own confidence, no one specially came to her with a lamp, and only her own strength was the most reliable.

For many years thereafter, no matter how much isolation, no matter how difficult the predicament, no matter how helpless, she went through step by step, and she never shed tears.

Wei Zhuang looked at his face in the mirror, staring at his red eyelids slightly startled.

why?

She raised her hand and touched her eyelids, can we still cry here?

She felt strange and puzzled.

She looked down and touched her lips...

After a while, she walked out, and Xiaoyuan was no longer where she was. Wei Zhuang's pupils shrank slightly and walked around the room.

There are several rooms in this suite on the top floor. Wei Village bypassed the large living room and walked to the living room next to it. Xiaoyuan was making a call in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the light was shining in her eyes.

"Sister Chenying, um, I'm back."

"Sister Ruan Qing said that she will rest for me this month. There may be some sporadic work... well, is it true?"

Xiaoyuan smiled with her eyes bent, "No, no trouble..."

I didn't know if it was her or He Chenying's bad signal. She didn't hear clearly just now, so she came here to pick it up. He Chenying called and said that he had forgotten something during the meal. Huo De returned to Shencheng from his father and clamored to see Xiaoyuan.

"Okay, let's make an appointment..."

Xiao Yuan's tone suddenly stagnated, her waist was wrapped around, and then she was hooked into an embrace with a delicate fragrance.

It's a familiar embrace, it's Wei Zhuang.

But Xiaoyuan was still dumbfounded, and suddenly forgot what he was going to talk about.

"Didn't you mean it's with me?" Wei Zhuang's lips pressed against her ears, itchy.

Xiaoyuan couldn't stand it a little, and shook a bit. She was distracted and pressed her phone, turned her face to Wei Zhuang and said, "I'm done with this call."

"Hey, Sister Chenying...it's a signal...not so good..."

Wei Zhuang rarely took the initiative to hug her, let alone this posture. Xiaoyuan always felt that she was not quite right tonight. Just now, she was clearly worried and depressed, and now...

"Then we..."

Her absent-mindedness is obvious, and He Chenying may have noticed it too. She chuckled and had her own guesses, so she said, "Hey, it's too late. If I disturb you, I will contact you again..."

Xiaoyuan’s mind was blank, and she couldn’t hear what she was talking about. Wei Zhuang put her head on her shoulder, her heart thumped, and she couldn’t call any more, so she hurriedly said something and closed it. line.

She squeezed the phone, her heart vibrated rapidly in her chest, it was rare to see her softening again and again.

What happened to her?

Xiaoyuan exhaled silently.

If I asked, she wouldn't answer, so how can I accompany her?

In the silence of the two, the air they breathed gradually blended together, as if two hearts were looking into the distance, slowly extending each other's tentacles.

"...Frances" Xiaoyuan whispered to her, breaking the moment of silence between the two.

The next moment, her waist felt as soon as Wei Zhuang had let her go, as if he had already turned around to leave, Xiao Yuan quickly turned around, grabbed her wrist, and slid down to hold her hand.

"Hey, I..." Xiaoyuan didn't know what to say, but instinctively grabbed her.

Wei Zhuang turned his face and looked at her calmly, "I will ask the driver to take you back."

Xiaoyuan was surprised and blurted out: "I don't want it."

Wei Zhuang didn't speak, but just looked at her with deep eyes, and the emotions in it were not recognizable at all, there was only a breathtaking indifference.

Xiao Yuan's eyes flickered, her heart beats a drum, and she was dazed and panicked, and almost nodded in compromise and obeyed her arrangement.

——But the scene when I entered the door just now came to her mind in time. No, she didn't ask Wei Zhuang last night. She can leave it alone tonight, but even if she is annoyed by her, she can't leave.

Xiaoyuan bit her scalp and walked forward, holding the woman's hand again, hooking her with her soft fingers, "I don't want to go."

Her eyebrows are dark, thick and delicate, making her eyes particularly bright, very good at conveying feelings. The beauty is on the skin and the bones. There is a rare sultry femininity, which is very suitable for photogenic.

Wei Zhuang has seen some fragments of her acting, and there is a sense of story in the flow of eyes, and there is a kind of attraction that is difficult to move.

Because of the real person's innocent personality and heart, she sealed off this little bit of infatuation, so the look in her eyes and the words she said were warm and sincere.

And she is the one she is looking at and talking to.

Especially at this moment, her face was pink, her lips were red, and there was a little plea in her eyes. When she opened the door tonight, she dressed up that everyone could do, and she had a brilliant light that couldn't be ignored.

It was the light that caught her.

Wei Zhuang found that she couldn't stick to her original decision. This feeling was so strange that she was completely out of shape tonight and couldn't think.

Wei Zhuang rubbed his forehead, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows dyed a little tired. She was originally a tall man, and with this little momentum collapsed, her thin and slender neck was slightly bent, with a spontaneous sultry fragility.

There is no previous alienation, and the once-in-a-lifetime fragility of the strong is even more affectionate.

Xiaoyuan stepped forward to hug her, and just wanted to touch her eyebrows at this moment.

Wei Zhuang held her hand on the side of her face, staring at her quietly.

Xiaoyuan endured, did not hold back, kissed her lips, Wei Zhuang, as usual, did not refuse or respond, acquiescing to her kiss.

Xiaoyuan hugged her shoulders and raised her neck to kiss her. Her heartbeat became sharp. After several unorganized experiences, she finally thought of using her uvula to lick a woman’s lips, trying to melt the other person’s lips a little bit. calm.

At this moment, Wei Zhuang's body moved slightly, and his hands clasped her waist again.

Xiaoyuan's cheeks were hot, and Wei Zhuang held her other hand on the back of her head, and suddenly kissed her back.

It seemed that a fierce electric current followed her kiss, hitting her, and spreading along her limbs to the brain center of Xiaoyuan. She was dizzy and soft, and fell into the woman's arms.

The air became thinner and thinner, and Xiaoyuan could also feel that Wei Zhuang was actually the same as herself, without the experience of relatives, but in her response, the two of them seemed to slowly realize the mystery. One point completes the fusion of lips and tongue.

The room suddenly fell into silence, but this silence was not nothingness, it was full of disordered heartbeats and moist breathing.

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