He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

Song Zhixing didn't bother him, ran downstairs, filled a cup of hot milk, and went in again. She stepped on the carpet, barefoot, and there was no sound. Tang Yu felt it, raised his head, and suddenly saw her, for a moment.

I saw that she was wearing pajamas, her long hair was a little messy in sleep, she looked a little lazy in the middle of the night, under the light, her facial features were delicate and her skin was white. It's just that the gauze on the face and neck is a bit broken.

"What are you looking at?" Song Zhixing asked him a little puzzled when he saw his gaze fixed on him, but he was a little at a loss to know what to do.

Tang Yu returned to his senses, his gaze shifted slightly, and fell on her bare feet, "Why don't you wear shoes at night? It's cold now."

"It's okay, this is a carpet, and it's not cold." She felt comfortable stepping on the soft carpet like this. She took the hot milk over and delivered it to his desk. She stood in front of the desk, watching him from top to bottom, "Where did the ball go? I remember when I fell asleep, it clearly slept with me." Up."

"I let it sleep in a cage." Tang Yu flipped through the file and looked up at her again. "Don't take it to sleep in the future. Don't develop such a bad habit."

Sure enough, she was training her again, the same as before, not changed at all. However, what he just said was ‘later’...

That means, will she live here in the future?

Song Zhixing's heart was jumping for joy, and sat down opposite him, holding his cheeks, "Why can't you take it to sleep? It's very good and doesn't mess around."

"This season, it will shed hair. Not only should you not hug it to sleep, you have to touch it less." Tang Yu said to the back, his expression serious.

Song Zhixing chuckled slyly.

He asked: "What are you laughing at?"

She probed slightly and moved closer to him, "Didn't you say that you have forgotten about my illness?"

Tang Yu's expression didn't change at all. After a ‘um’, he said naturally: "Didn’t your Sixth Uncle remind me last time?"

"Oh~" Song Zhixing replied, and the ending sound was drawn long, intentionally or unintentionally, looking at him with a smile but a smile, showing that he didn't believe it. Tang Yu closed the document and looked at her. She folded her hands on the desk, "I touched your suit pocket today. Would you like to guess what I touched?"

Tang Yu didn't speak.

Song Zhixing smiled, "Pill bottle."

He didn't deny it, but looked at her smile with piercing eyes. She was so close to herself, as close as she could reach. Such a smile, without a trace of impurities, and without the gloom of the past, like sunlight, has been shining into his heart.

"Looking for me so late, just to ask me about this?" Tang Yu said, looking at her seriously.

Song Zhixing's heartbeat was getting faster and faster when he saw him, but his face flushed without knowing why. She stood up and took a step in his direction. Tang Yu was still staring at her, she took a deep breath, as if she had just made up her mind, walked around and stood beside him. Spread your hand towards him, and whispered softly: "I'm here to ask for something."

"What?" He pretended not to understand.

"Sakura necklace, you said you want to give it to me." In front of him, she returned to her former appearance, like a child begging for sweets, and stretched her hand closer to him, "Give it back to me."

Tang Yu looked up at her, the dazzling light shining into his eyes, his gaze was deeper, implicitly suggesting: "I will give you a necklace, what will you give me?"

Song Zhixing was beaten by the look in his eyes and his heart beat like a deer, biting his lip, "...what do you want?"

"What can you give me?" He threw the question at her again.

The night is dark and deep. At night, it was unusually quiet. Song Zhixing looked at him, and he looked back at her. She felt that the air was so quiet that she could only hear her own heartbeat and the sound of his breathing that was getting heavier and heavier. Probably it was infected by the blurred night outside the window, and the atmosphere inside the window became abnormally ambiguous.

She felt that something was calling, encouraging, or tempting in her heart. She licked her lips, looked down at him, and asked softly: "Then... I will give you a kiss, okay?"

This is the answer he wants. But the answer he wants does not stop there. Moreover, she must not know how sultry her voice is in such a seductive night.

Tang Yu tightened his breathing and adjusted his sitting posture, still looking up at her in a leisurely manner, but his eyes were clearly enticing her, "Try it, maybe it will work."

Song Zhixing felt that he must have been bewitched by him. At that moment, he didn't know where the courage came from. He leaned down and pressed a light touch on his lips. She was so nervous that she couldn't breathe, so after a short pause, she had to pull away. However, Tang Yu didn't expect Tang Yu to be a step faster than her, her long arms had already clasped her slender waist, and she was sitting on her lap. She pressed her hands on his shoulders subconsciously, and her soft body became stiff due to tension.

The two of them were very close, and they could see the moistness of each other's eyes very clearly.

"That's it?" Tang Yu's voice was dull, his eyes were burning, "Do I look like such a good sender?"

"...You said...maybe." Song Zhixing was burning with her eyes and his heart was about to jump out, and the palms of his hands were full of sweat.

Tang Yu raised her jaw, "Why didn't you take the posture of begging me to kiss you that day?"

Song Zhixing still remembered that he was drunk and cheeky that day, but when he mentioned it at this moment, he only felt ashamed to the extreme. Refusing to admit it, he said, "Where can I beg you to kiss me? I...I forgot. That must be because I was drunk."

Tang Yu straightened up his face and stared at her solemnly, "When you are awake, would you like it?"

He is extremely serious. Song Zhixing's heart shook slightly, and suddenly he became extremely religious. There was no timidity or shyness. Under his scorching gaze, she nodded, "I am willing to..."

Tang Yu raised his eyebrows.

Song Zhixing breathed lightly, wrapped his hands around his neck, leaned over and kissed his thin lips actively. At first, Tang Yu did not take the initiative to respond, he was testing. Test what step she can do. Test how determined she is to return to his world this time.

For three years, she hasn't kissed any man before, and now she has a surprisingly bad technique. She sucked and kissed with his lips. She didn't get a response from him for a long time. She was a little discouraged and injured. She looked at him sadly, "Is my kissing skill too bad?"

"It's terrible." His voice was extremely hoarse, and he inserted his long fingers between the hair, clasped the back of her head, and drew her closer to him. When each other's lips were about to touch each other, he said, "Fortunately, there is no growth. Otherwise...you are dead!"

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