The white moonlight gl

"Let's break up."

In the elegant coffee shop, Feng Qingshui said so.

Sitting opposite her was a girl with a delicate appearance and somewhat gloomy temperament, well, it should be said that she was a young woman.

It's just because this person has a baby face, and her skin is pale after not seeing the light for a long time, people always subconsciously blur her age and think that she is very young.

At first, when Feng Qingshui chased her, she was still a little bit hesitant, but she couldn't bear it anymore, and after seeing the other party's ID card, she knew that the other party was actually one year older than her, so she put her mind at ease. People hooked up.

"..."

The woman has social phobia, and once she appears in a crowded place, she will subconsciously get nervous. She is wearing a black, black T-shirt and black jeans, with long bangs, covering her eyebrows and eyes, and she looks gloomy and mournful. For funerals, Feng Qingshui would cut her bangs every once in a while, but this time she was on a business trip for two months, and after she came back, this person's bangs grew to the point where she had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"are you joking."

The woman's voice was hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time, her tone was very strange, like singing, erratic and hazy.

Feng Qingshui used to like her uniqueness very much, but now, Feng Qingshui just wants to hehehe, telling herself not to be confused by her anymore.

"Do not."

"Mo Rantong, I just want to break up with you."

Picking up the coffee on the table and taking a sip, Feng Qingshui looked at her watch. It was 45:15 in the afternoon, and she was due to work in [-] minutes.

The delicate brows were frowned, and Feng Qingshui's impatient look made the pupils of the woman opposite her shrink, and her hands on her legs were clenched into fists, and it didn't hurt even if her nails were buried in her flesh.

She tilted her head, looked at Feng Qingshui through her bangs, and asked with some difficulty: "Why?"

why?

Because you always stare at me eeriely, you don't even sleep in the middle of the night, you just open your eyes to look at me, and even put your hands on my neck?

God knows, one day when Feng Qingshui wanted to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, she almost didn't get scared to death by this man when she opened her eyes.

Ever read a ghost story?Have you ever seen a female ghost with only hair but no head?

What the hell, this person is scarier than a female ghost.

Feng Qingshui will never forget Mo Rantong's appearance.

Her head was just above her, very close, as if she wanted to kiss her, and her breath sprayed on her face, but at that time, Mo Rantong's eyes seemed perverted in the moonlight, interested and hot, as if What a rare item she was, and she was about to examine it herself.

Feng Qingshui screamed and pushed her away with both hands.

Then the weak Mo Rantong groaned and fell to the side. When she turned on the wall lamp, the man's expression had returned to normal.

She stared at her quietly and puzzled, and cried out weakly in pain.

Feng Qingshui: "..."

At that time, Feng Qingshui really thought that what she saw was an illusion.She also foolishly went to kiss her and rub her, apologizing and comforting her all the time.

But, time and time again, Feng Qingshui really wanted to ignore it. She told her friend about it, and the friend scolded her bloody at that time, saying that there must be something wrong with Mo Rantong. Psychopath.

She was very unconvinced, and quarreled with her friends, and brought Mo Rantong to her friends, introduced them to each other, and let her friends know that Mo Rantong is a quiet little cutie.

As a result, "Tsk tsk tsk, you don't know that when you didn't look at her, she looked at you straight in the eyes, just like a hungry ghost seeing its prey, Qingqing, listen to me, break up with her quickly , or you will regret it."

Hungry ghost?prey?

The friend's description made Feng Qingshui on guard.

She observed Mo Rantong carefully, and found that this man was really abnormal.

Mo Rantong is a painter. He is in the studio on weekdays and rarely goes out.She doesn't speak often, she is silent and a little autistic, these are all good in Feng Qingshui's opinion.However, Feng Qingshui found that Mo Rantong would tremble slightly when he touched the knife.

At first she thought that Mo Rantong was afraid, but later, she felt that Mo Rantong's appearance should be... happy, excited?

Until one night, Mo Rantong put his hand around her neck and pinched it. Although he didn't use any force, Feng Qingshui, who was pretending to be asleep, was almost scared to death.