She is the moonlight in the dark night

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A drop of water fell on the back of Huo Zheng's hand, it was tears, and he withdrew his hand suddenly as if he had been scalded.

"Get out!"

He let out a low growl, like a trapped animal in a cage, the veins on his forehead stretched, he turned around, and stopped looking at her.

Ji Yingying supported the bed and stood up. She went into the bathroom next to her, changed into a dark blue bathrobe, and went out of the room directly.

Ji Yingying didn't want to stay in Huo Zheng's room for an extra second, so she left Huo Zheng's room wearing only her bathrobe. Fortunately, no one noticed until she returned to the room.

But only Ji Yingying thought that no one noticed. Not long after she left Huo Zheng's room, Sister Zheng's figure gradually came out from the corner.

Holding the phone in her hand, she whispered a report to Huo Jiao on the other side of the phone.

"Ji Yingying went into Mr. Huo's room at night. It must have been nothing. She came out wearing a bathrobe"
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After Ji Yingying returned to the room, she closed the door with her backhand. She didn't pay attention to the loud sound of closing the door, she leaned against the door and squatted on the ground.

What happened four years ago, like a comeback nightmare, dragged her into the abyss of hell.

That day was Ji Yingying's birthday, and it was also the 96 days that Huo Zheng didn't talk to her.

One day three months ago, for some reason, Huo Zheng suddenly became indifferent to her.

Since that day, he never spoke to her again.

For Ji Yingying, who had a crush on Huo Zheng, this was the most painful thing she had ever experienced in her short life.

At the birthday party that day, she asked Huo Jiao to help invite Huo Zheng to attend. She waited all night, but Huo Zheng didn't show up.

After the banquet, Ji Yingying hid under the blanket and cried for a while, and when she came back downstairs to pour water, she saw Huo Zheng staggering into the opposite side of her room.

That was Ji Ruoruo's room.

The father paid great attention to the distance between the servant and the servant's children and the sisters. If Ji Ruoruo found that Huo Zheng had entered her room after returning, he would definitely tell his father.

Although Huo Zheng hadn't given her a good face or talked to her for many days, Ji Yingying still didn't want to see him being punished.

She looked at the empty corridor and followed behind Huo Zheng.

Slipped into Ji Ruoruo's room.

The curtains in the room were all drawn, and the well-fitted blackout curtains blocked the watery moonlight, and the room was pitch black.

Ji Yingying's hand was already on the switch, but she was afraid that Ji Ruoruo's room would light up and someone would find Huo Zheng coming in, so she hesitated for a moment, but withdrew her hand.

"Huo Zheng? Huo Zheng?"

She called out twice cautiously, Ji Ruoruo's bedroom was twice as big as hers, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol, with a faint woody aroma.

Although Ji Yingying lowered her voice, her voice was as clear as a lark, echoing in the room.

Before she yelled out the third time, she was suddenly embraced by a hot chest.

The strong smell of alcohol drifted over from the man's body, surrounding the slender woman in his arms.

"Ho"

Ji Yingying was taken aback, when she was about to tell him that this was Ji Ruoruo's room and she had to get out quickly.

Her shoulders were suddenly pulled away, her breath was swallowed, and Huo Zheng pressed her against the door and kissed her delicately.

The darkness robbed her of sight and intensified her other senses.

She could smell the woody aroma under the man's alcohol, which became stronger and lingered on the tip of her nose.

The young man's sharp and hot body lines pressed against her, and under the palm of his hand was his beating heart.

Huo Zheng was kissing her.

This realization made Ji Yingying's cheeks heat up, and she didn't know for a moment whether it was the man who brought the hot flame to her, or the flame that had been suppressed in her heart rose up.

The room was very quiet, only the two people's breathing could be heard closely intertwined.

Suddenly, someone passed by the door.

"Miss Ji Yingying is not in her room, where can she go?"

It was the Ji family who was always in charge of the servants on the first floor.

Ji Yingying was taken aback. Before she could push Huo Zheng away, she heard another voice. It was Huo Zheng's mother, Huo Wanxing.

"Today is Ms. Ji Yingying's birthday, so she probably went out to play."

Hearing Huo Wanxing's voice, Ji Yingying tensed her body, but the drunk man didn't notice the voice outside, and lingered on her lips, tossing and turning.

Like getting a favorite toy.

"Then let's go talk to the doorman. Miss Ji Ruoruo won't be back until one o'clock in the evening, and I don't know when Miss Ji Yingying will be back."

The voices of the two gradually faded away.

Only then did Ji Yingying breathe a sigh of relief, it was ten o'clock in the evening, and Ji Ruoruo would take at least three hours to come back.

Her brain was running fast, just as she was thinking about how to get Huo Zheng out.

The drunk man seemed to be able to feel her inattention, and his kisses were getting deeper and deeper.
Ji Yingying exclaimed, fearing that someone passing by outside would hear her, so she quickly bit her lips.

She shook Huo Zheng's arm, trying to wake him up.

Shake once, then again, before the third shake, her arm stopped.

She had been secretly in love with this man for two full years, perhaps, this was her only chance.

Thinking of this, in the darkness, she showed a bitter smile.

He has not spoken to her for 96 days, and when she leaves home to go to college, maybe the two of them will not have any intersection in the future.

"Huo Zheng."

Ji Yingying took a quick breath, she held his face in her hands, in the dark, she couldn't see anything, she could only run her fingers over his outline.

The deep eye sockets, the high bridge of the nose, and even the newly sprouted stubble gently pricked her palm.

"Take it easy?"

Her voice was very soft, like a whisper between lovers.

In the darkness, she could feel the man's Adam's apple moving up and down slightly.

"season"

His voice was hoarse, and he tried to fumble for the switch on the wall.

"Don't tell me it's just your dream."

Ji Yingying took the initiative to kiss her and sent herself into his arms.

This is a dream, a dream that belongs only to her.

Maybe when he gets up tomorrow morning, he will forget everything, but she will remember it forever.

On her birthday, she got the best birthday present.

Thoroughly entangled, the woody aroma and saponin aroma are mixed together, there is me in you, and you in me, and you can still smell the ambiguous breath.

I don't know how long it took, but the glass bottle beside the bed couldn't bear the shaking, moved for a long time, and finally fell on the carpet.

"Wait a moment."

Ji Yingying seemed to have cried, her normally clear voice was soft and nasal now, she reached out to grab the perfume bottle on the ground.

The cover was a little loose, and she hadn't closed it tightly yet, the man hugged her back again.

The cold perfume spilled a little from the mouth of the bottle, infecting the scent of saponins, and the sweet scent of roses, filling the entire room.

It seems that in the darkness, there are roses blooming quietly.