Shining Stars: First Producer

Familiar with the way he adjusted a more comfortable posture in his arms, Lu Cheng rested his head on his chest, and could clearly hear the steady heartbeat of the other party, which made him involuntarily hook his lips .

"I didn't know what happened later, but when I realized it, I realized that I had fallen in love with you," Lu Cheng whispered, frowning in distress, but even distress was sweet distress !
Song Moran hugged his arm tightly, and couldn't help recalling the stubborn girl in his mind back then. At that time, he probably never imagined that she would be lying in his arms with a docile face.

"Love doesn't know where it started, but it goes deeper and deeper," Song Moran said in a hoarse voice after an unknown amount of time, looking at Lu Cheng with soft eyes.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere and lifted the broken branches and leaves hanging from the ground. They were thrown high into the air, and fell heavily again, making a crackling sound.

Lu Cheng shrank her shoulders, shrank her whole body into Song Moran's embrace, and let the steady woody fragrance surround her.

"Is it cold?" Sensing his small movements, Song Moran asked with some doubts. After speaking, he took off his coat and put it on his shoulders without waiting for any answer from him.

Now, the strong man's smell came not only from behind, but also from all directions, as if forming a small protective film, covering Lu Cheng's whole body in it.

Sniffing secretly, Lu Cheng's rosy lips hidden under the coat quickly evoked a smile, with a bit of secret joy.

Not knowing what Lu Cheng was thinking at the moment, Song Moran pulled his finger, and was frightened by the coldness of the fingertips, his face suddenly became extremely serious.

"Why are your fingers so cold?" Song Moran's tone was a little dissatisfied, but the dissatisfaction was more directed at himself. He was blaming himself for not taking good care of Lucheng, and he was also blaming himself for doing anything in such a weather. Let her hang out in the empty park.

Lu Cheng stuck out her tongue and said in a drawn out voice, "It's nothing, let's go back now."

"Well," Song Moran nodded, and pulled him back step by step along the way he came.

But there was a small episode in the middle. When they walked to a corner, they suddenly heard moaning and the sound of unemployment and brokenness coming from the side, and the random swearing.

Lu Cheng's face blushed completely, and she walked to the other side of Song Moran calmly, lowering her voice and urging, "Go faster."

Song Moran's brows were full of disgust, his cold gaze swept across the direction of the sound, and he deliberately stepped on the tin branch next to him, the sound of the broken branch echoed in the quiet The environment is transmitted to a very far place, and it is also magnified countless times by the empty environment.

Lu Cheng looked at the serious man doing bad things in surprise, followed him step by step and walked forward for a while before realizing it, hopping on the spot, looking at Song Moran in disbelief, and asking, "Did you do it on purpose just now? It must be on purpose!"

Looking at Lu Cheng with a determined face, Song Moran raised his eyebrows. He didn't take the initiative to admit it, but he didn't deny it either. In Lu Cheng's view, all of this represented acquiescence.

"I thought you would leave in silence," Lu Cheng still hadn't recovered from the "shock" just encountered, her mood was abnormally excited, and she kept talking about her emotions around Song Moran.

Even if he didn't get a response from Song Moran, he didn't show any unhappy expression, and he still talked about being happy to himself.

"But the people there are real," Lu Cheng paused, and couldn't think of any words to describe the person he just met, so he could only frown tightly and said, "It's hard to describe."

Song Moran agreed with his evaluation, and didn't want Lu Cheng to remember this too clearly, coughed lightly, and said, "You don't need to take this matter to heart, forget it when you go back .”

"Well," Lu Cheng nodded without any hesitation, and Song Moran's disgusted mood improved a lot with his particularly well-behaved appearance.

I don't know if it's because Lu Cheng has already vented his unspeakable emotions, and he has been very calm on the way back, and it can even be said to be silent.

Song Moran didn't take the initiative to bring up any topics, and the only thing that could be heard in the empty carriage was slight and regular breathing.

"I'm going down," Lu Cheng said while looking at the familiar environment outside, trying to mobilize his emotions.

Song Moran put his hand on hers, and asked in a low voice, "Are you deciding to leave like this?"

Lu Cheng's heart suddenly became tense, and he sat stiffly on the seat, and asked without turning his head, "Otherwise?"

Song Moran had gradually approached her while she was talking, and her long breath hit the skin on the side of his face little by little, causing a small pimple.

"What do you want to do?" Lu Cheng knew what Song Moran was thinking, but she still asked, such complicated thoughts that even she couldn't understand.

Song Moran chuckled faintly, and in the slightly dark carriage, only Lu Cheng's skin was white and shiny, with a warm and jade-like reflection.

"Goodnight kiss," Song Moran said vaguely, pecking and kissing Lu Cheng's lips lightly again and again.

Since when did the first light kiss develop into the final breath entanglement?Lu Cheng collapsed powerlessly in Song Moran's arms, her eyes were blank, she was thinking about such a question in her heart, but she found that she couldn't find the memory of it at all, as if everything came naturally .

Gently shaking her head, the thin and soft hair brushed across Song Moran's face, carrying a burst of fragrance.

His breathing stopped for a moment, followed by tighter palms and blue veins on his forehead.

"It's really self-inflicted," Song Moran commented on his series of actions in a hoarse voice, but his tone was mixed with resignation and enjoyment.

Lu Cheng raised his hand and touched his ears, a smile flashed across his eyes, and he said solemnly, "Yes, it's up to you."

Song Moran was laughed angrily by her, and patted her body angrily with his big palm, and asked with a little deep meaning, "Then when will I stop suffering on my own?"