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Prom, once existed in Coco's heart as a beautiful fantasy, standing on tiptoe like a little mermaid walking on foam and dancing with an elegant and handsome prince, obviously every step is like walking on the tip of a knife, but still step by step, spinning and spinning , opening every fold on the dress, with a bright but sad smile.

Coco was once immersed in Andersen's world and couldn't extricate herself.

Fortunately...or unfortunately, reality is not a fairy tale. After Coco attended her first dance party nervously and expectantly, those beautiful fantasies and longings suddenly disintegrated and turned into a nightmare she didn't want to touch.

So many princesses and princes chatted and laughed with each other holding champagne, or as the lights dimmed one by one, the music slowly sounded, and they swayed their bodies gracefully to the beat.

Coco felt uneasily that she was the only one who was out of place, standing foolishly in the brightly lit hall, with nowhere to hide and at a loss.

In a feast full of princes and princesses, who is the real protagonist?

Coco flinched, shrinking back and forth to the shadows in the corner.

It was like this the first time, and it was like this every time after that, it became a habit, shrinking, stage fright, hopelessly afraid of such lively parties.

The chairman blamed her more than once in a tone of hatred for iron and steel: You look like a useless father of yours.

The door-to-door son-in-law, who is looked down upon by others, always looks meek and dull. Even if he seldom speaks to his biological daughter or wife, he always likes to shut himself in the room and read, not asking about world affairs and doing nothing.

Coco thought painfully, I also hope to be able to change, I also want to be a noble white swan, but I just can't do it, I can't do it, what should I do?

The dances continued, and there was no peace from now on.Every anniversary is an ordeal.

—Why did you invite her?

Coco held a half glass of red wine and stood at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows to look out. If the dynamic music and the tide-like laughter were ignored, the sea of ​​lights in front of him would be closer to the essence of night.

When Ou Ping invited her to dance, she refused with a little panic, and almost escaped under the pretext of feeling unwell under his playful gaze.

But, I can't escape, she hasn't shown up yet, is she late... or not?

Coco's eyes fell on the entrance of the banquet hall again. The dance had already started for more than an hour, and all the hostesses who welcomed guests had already left, only a few flower baskets standing there.

"If you stand any longer, you will become a fossil." Ouping's banter came from behind, and Coco quickly turned around to meet his smiling face. No matter how you look at it, he is also a handsome prince. There was a shy joy in my heart.

"What are you looking at?" Ou Ping walked to her side and also looked out the window.

Small drops of water splashed densely on the glass, and the falling rain was very clear under the street lamp.

It's raining, so will she come?

The rhythmic sound of "dong dong dong" came from Ou Ping's long and slender fingers tapping the glass in front of him. When she came back to look at him, he smiled and said with a triumphant expression: "Since the person you are waiting for If you don't come, dance with me."

Coco stared at him in surprise, wondering why he said that.

"It's too obvious, you've been watching the door." Ou Ping took the wine glass in her hand while she was in a state of confusion, and motioned for the waiter to come and take it away, then gently held her hand, and pulled her away Go to the center of the hall, "You are the master, how can you neglect the guests?"

It's because I am the master, but you lead me by the nose so easily... that's why I feel depressed. Coco thought distressedly, shouldn't I say something decent back to him?But... what should I say?

"You said you can't dance, isn't that a good dance?" Coco subconsciously shrunk her shoulders as the warm breath blew in her ears, and realized that she was actually dancing with him lightly.

He invited her twice, and she rejected it twice. It was only three times, and he didn't believe that what he was looking for would not be available.

Ever since he was a child, he has been used to taking the initiative to fight for it. Predation is a trait left over from the primitive times of human beings. He is well versed in the principle of the weak and the strong. From nothing to success, whoever laughed at him now turns to curry favor with him, unless he Don't look down on it, otherwise, no matter how much effort you spend, you will definitely have what you want.

"I didn't see how you eat just now, why don't we sneak out to eat later?"

"No, I feel full."

"Seeing that you are not used to this kind of social occasion, why don't you take my car for a ride?"

"It's raining outside..."

"It is because of the rain that the night view is more beautiful."

"I don't really want to..."

The music just stopped at this time, Coco took a step back, rubbed his forehead and said anxiously: "I'm a little uncomfortable, excuse me."

Ou Ping looked at her back and sighed helplessly, how many ladies and ladies showed affection to him openly and secretly, but this stupid girl avoided him like a scourge.

Coco dodged the chairman's attention and noticed that the front desk took the handbag and slipped into the elevator. The company thoughtfully arranged several rooms for the guests to rest, and she had a spare room card in her hand.

The noise in the ears suddenly faded away, and the silence turned into loneliness. Everyone was fully engaged in the carnival, but she was the only one who was depressed and frowning.

The elevator stops on the eighth floor, the aisles are covered with thick carpets, and the lights are not as bright as the banquet hall. Coco always feels that he has stepped into a different dimension and cannot adapt to it for the time being.

Someone patted her on the shoulder, and she jumped up in shock, turning her head away with frightened eyes.

"scared you?"

"You, why are you here?!" There was surprise and joy, mixed with surprise at the moment, Coco's expression was both crying and laughing.

Wood raised the invitation letter in his hand, smiling brightly: "It's the first time in my life to set foot in a five-star hotel, of course I have to visit it carefully."

Coco didn't see that she had an umbrella in her hand, nor did she see where she was getting wet, so she asked strangely: "You've been here for a long time? Why don't you go to the banquet hall?" I've been waiting so hard for you...

"Go." Wood shrugged, "I'm not wearing a skirt, I don't think anyone will ask me to dance, it's so boring to stay there."

"Why didn't you call me?"

Wood just smiled and didn't answer.

Coco lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to sit in the guest room?"

"Is it the presidential suite?"

It's a single room with a double bed.

The air is permeated with the fragrance of fresheners.

Coco closed the door and watched as Wood kicked off the platform shoes on his feet rashly, jumped onto the bed barefoot, and sank deeply into the soft mattress.

"It's more comfortable than any bed I've ever slept in." Wood's words made Coco feel distressed.

"The check-out time is [-] o'clock tomorrow, you can stay here tonight." Coco felt her throat was a little dry, coughed a few times and added, "And it's raining outside, and you don't have an umbrella."

Wood was lying on the bed, the corners of his eyes were raised slightly, he squinted at her and asked, "What about you? Have you brought an umbrella?"

"No." Coco felt her heart beating so violently that it seemed to be echoing throughout the room, and quickly retreated to the corner farthest from the bed, pretending to study the color of the wallpaper.

Long nights, orphans and widows sharing a room...Single room, single room, do they share the same bed or share the same bed or share the same bed? ?

I heard Wood say in a lazy tone, "Since you're going to spend the night here, let's take a shower first."

Coco nodded stiffly, politely and humbly: "You wash first, I'll take a look at the rain scene."

"Play some music and listen to it." Before entering the bathroom, Wood pointed to the stereo equipped with the computer, which seemed to be a high-end product.

"What song do you like to listen to?"

"Justonelastdance and mooncat, or you can play your favorite songs." Wood's voice came through the bathroom door.

Coco turned on the computer and searched for the title of the song she reported.

After listening to it for a few minutes, Coco remembered the English song she had heard in front of the audio-visual store and on the Oping car, and she was eager to replay it again. She only vaguely remembered a few scattered lyrics, which seemed to be "Wornoutplaces" ...Going nowhere" or something.

I don't know if the drizzling sound came from the heavy rain outside the window or the shower across the door. Coupled with Adam Lambert's deep and sexy voice, it is actually very charming.

Wood came out wrapped in a layer of white mist, and his wet black hair was still dripping.

"It sounds good, I like it." She listened intently for a while, and finally curled up her lips in admiration.

"I want to download it to my phone as a ringtone." Coco has already put it into action, loaded an mp3 clipper, and saved the favorite part, but remembered that there is no data cable or card reader.

"I'll ask Housekeeping to take it..." When I looked up, I found that Wood was leaning on the table with one arm and bending down to look down at the screen. The distance between them was so close, her lips brushed against her chin, and for a moment, both of them were stunned.

"You go take a shower, I'll call the guest room center." Wood stood up straight and stepped back half a step, giving enough room for her to leave the seat.

"Oh." Coco stood up pretending to be calm, and almost took the chair behind him when he stepped forward.

"The dress is beautiful." When passing by Wood, Coco suddenly felt embarrassed when she heard her praise.

"I bought it the year before or the year before, and my mother said the style was old."

"It doesn't have to be fashionable, just look good."

Coco only felt that the roots of his ears were burning, and he lowered his head and said without hesitation: "Yes, you should look good in your clothes."

What the hell am I talking about...

She bit her lower lip annoyedly, and walked quickly into the bathroom.

Wood couldn't help laughing, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, for fear that Coco would hide in the bathroom and never come out again.

After calling customer service to ask for a card reader, Wood picked up Coco's cell phone on the table to play with.She had no intention of violating other people's privacy, she just wanted to see what games were on the phone, but who would have accidentally pressed the shortcut key to call up the photos in the phone.

It was taken when I went to the botanical garden that day. Wood thought, anyway, it's either the plants or me, so it shouldn't matter if you take a look.

Scrolling all the way to the end, I accidentally found a few selfies, cute little rabbits wearing loose clothes that don’t fit, showing cuteness to the camera... The legendary mensao?

With that kind of expression, it is estimated that she would rather die than show it to herself.

Wood called again to urge the customer service to bring the card reader quickly. She took these selfies of the little rabbit and uploaded them to her phone as a screensaver.

Taking a closer look at those selfies again, I always feel that the loose clothes on the little rabbit are very familiar... Wood thought for a while, and finally remembered, didn't she lend it to her? !

In other words, she hasn't returned the clothes until now.

Knowing nothing, Coco dawdled in the bathroom for a long time, dried himself up and changed into a hotel bathrobe, then sat on the toilet, reluctant to go out.

It's still early, it's just after 10:30, it's impossible to go to bed right away...if I can't fall asleep...then from when I lie down to when I fall asleep...what should I do?

chat?Count sheep together?

Coco suddenly remembered the unexpected scene just now, and his lips became hot along with the roots of his ears.

No way...is she?I...really?Oh God, help me.

My mind was in a mess, and I couldn't calm down anymore, but Wood's inquiry sounded outside: "It's been almost an hour, have you finished washing?"

Coco had no choice but to slowly open the door and go out.

Both of them were wearing hotel bathrobes, which were exactly the same, just like couple clothes.

"I already loaded that song for you."

"Thank you."

"I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep." Wood climbed onto the bed and took up half of the seat.

Coco hesitated for a moment before walking over.

"...Then I'll sleep too."