Stardust in the Moonlight: Little Wildcat, Don't Try to Run Away

It is most common to bring apples when camping. Everyone took out their apples and started drawing. Mo Chen and I sat at the back of the students and watched them draw.

I didn't paint, but just kept looking at the two apples placed on the stone in the distance, because as long as there was any movement, the light and shadow on the surface of the apples would change, very subtle changes, and very beautiful.

"Brother-in-law, look."

"Yeah, good, send it to me."

"I still have some photos of Sister Yue coming to the studio to paint last time. I'll send them to you as well. They're so pretty."

"Stinky boy!"

I frowned at the people who were speaking because they were interrupting my gaze on the apples.

As a result, I saw Xingyu standing next to Mo Chen, and the two of them were looking at something on their phones.

"Have you finished drawing the apple?" I looked at Xingyu.

"Not yet! Why are you so fierce?" Xingyu looked at me with a smile, put away his phone and left.

"Work hard! Don't affect them!" I looked at Mo Chen.

Mo Chen suddenly laughed, "You are increasingly controlling me. This is a good sign."

I frowned and said, "What do you care?" and turned back to look at the apple.

"Sister Yue, can you show it to me?" Xinyue sat next to me and gave me her drawing board.

I took Xinyue's drawing board and looked at her painting. There were more than a dozen apples. Although she drew them carefully, the colors were still too messy.

I put the drawing board on the easel.

Picking up the pen, I decided to draw a new apple next to each apple she drew so that I could see the problem by comparison.

"Sister Yue, do you like drawing people?"

"Well... I prefer drawing plaster statues." My mind started to immerse in painting again, and I was a little slow to respond to Xinyue's question.

"why."

“…because plaster statues look better than real people.”

Xinyue smiled.

"Sister Yue, isn't it said that painters particularly like to paint portraits of their loved ones? Have you ever painted your brother-in-law?"

“… …I can’t paint him.” I thought about the light and the color of the apple.

"Why? My brother-in-law is so handsome. Like a star." Xinyue muttered softly.

“…is…the most beautiful face I have ever seen, no doubt about it.” I responded to Xinyue casually while drawing an apple.

"Then why don't you paint?"

"...Looking at his face, I can't calm down." I looked at the apple on the drawing board, but Mo Chen's face, his eyes, and lips appeared in my mind...

I heard Xinyue's laughter.

It suddenly occurred to me what I had just said!

I quickly turned around and looked at Mo Chen. This guy was holding his phone towards me.

"What are you doing?!" I looked at Mo Chen.

"Leave evidence in case someone denies it in the future." Mo Chen tilted his head and looked at me with a smile in his eyes.

"Why keep any evidence? Why deny anything? What nonsense are you talking about!" I quickly reached out to grab Mo Chen's phone.

Mo Chen dodged nimbly, smiled and patted me.

"If its face gets a little redder, it'll be cooked." Mo Chen smiled.

"Stop it! Mo Chen!" I couldn't reach the phone, so I patted his leg.

Mo Chen put away his phone and moved closer to me, our noses lightly touching. "Nangong Rongyue, then confess your love to me. It only takes three or four words."

I looked into Mo Chen's deep and seductive eyes and swallowed.

My breathing stopped, and only Mo Chen's breath oppressed me.

I bit my lip, almost making it bleed, to come back to my senses.

I avoided Mo Chen, sat down, clenched the pen in my hand, and continued looking at the drawing board.

I stared blankly at the apple on the drawing board, but my brain stopped thinking.

I looked at Mo Chen again, his posture did not change, he was looking at me seriously.

I came back to my senses and turned back to continue drawing the apple.

I heard Mo Chen chuckle, then he got up and left. I watched him walk back to the tent and close it.

My heart suddenly ached.

"Brother-in-law is angry." Xinyue said cautiously.

"Well... just focus on drawing and don't be distracted." I said softly, mostly to myself.

Mo Chen didn't come out the whole afternoon.

I glanced at the tent from time to time, wondering if this guy was asleep... or working... or still angry...

I don't understand why he insisted that I confess to him. I'm not sure whether I should continue this messy relationship with him. How can I confess to him? Besides, confessing is something boys should do...

Men are really hard to understand.

"Here you go! Sister Yue." Xinyue shook a box of milk in front of me.

"What?" I looked at Xinyue.

"Go to my brother-in-law and coax him."

I held the milk and said, "He's not a baby, how can he be coaxed with a bottle of milk?"

"You can try it, just in case. How do you know if it doesn't work if you don't try? It's almost night time now, and brother-in-law hasn't eaten anything, so he must be starving. Drinking milk might help."

The fiery clouds in the sky darkened.

I got up and went back to the tent, looking at the milk in my hand. I felt that Mo Chen would not be coaxed by a box of milk.

Open the tent and get inside.

Mo Chen sat cross-legged in the corner, looking down at his phone. He didn't even look up when I came in.

I sat in front of him, not too far from him, and glanced at his phone, which was a corporate application of Gongyi Group. He was typing a lot of words, and his expression was very serious. It must be about work.

I looked at him, and he was looking at his phone, ignoring me.

I hesitated for a moment, but still handed the milk in my hand to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen looked up at me, but he didn't lift his head, and his eyes were slightly sharp.

"…someone said they might be able to coax you into submission."

"Blocking me."

"Oh."

I took my hand back.

He continued to look at his phone, his fingers working very well together, typing very quickly.

What beautiful hands.

I looked at Mo Chen's hand for a while and came back to my senses.

I pulled open the straw, stuck it into the box, and drank some milk. I didn't eat anything either, so let's not waste it.

"You drank the thing you coaxed me into giving you?"

I looked at Mo Chen and said, "You don't want it."

"Did I say no?" Mo Chen looked up at me.

I loosened my teeth and looked at the milk in front of me. The straw was dented by my bite.

I have the habit of biting straws, unconsciously, and I was a little embarrassed. "I'll go get it for you..."

"No need! Just this." Mo Chen looked at me and opened his mouth slightly, but didn't extend his hand.

I looked at the milk in my hand. Feed him? We were a little far apart.

I stood up, moved closer to him, and put the milk to his mouth.

"Dogs love to bite everything," he muttered with a smile, biting the straw.

I saw the milk go through the straw, and then I saw Mo Chen's lips. The straw was slightly pressed against his lips, and his rosy lips were slightly pressed down, which was very subtle and beautiful in a microscopic way.

"What are you looking at?"

I came back to my senses, my face felt a little hot, and I hurriedly pulled my hand back, bit the straw, and swallowed the milk.

My mouth suddenly felt sweet.

I looked at the milk in front of me and saw the straw that had been bitten flatter. The sweetness just now was the taste of Mo Chen.

My face got even hotter.

"Your body is much more honest than your mouth." Mo Chen looked at me with a smile.

"You... you still have the nerve to call me a dog! You've bitten this straw so hard that it can't suck out any milk... You're the dog..."

"You still dare to be stubborn with me."

As Mo Chen spoke, he stretched out his hand and squeezed the milk box in my hand. The milk immediately drew a line in front of my eyes and fell on my right hand.

Similar scenes suddenly overlapped before my eyes.

[How dare you talk back to me! ]

A disgusting voice suddenly appeared in my head.

I quickly raised my hands to cover my face and took a deep breath. I told myself to take a deep breath, not to look, and that everything would be fine in a while.

"Melting Moon."

I felt Mo Chen's warmth on my wrist.

Mo Chen shook my shoulder and said, "What's wrong, Rongyue?"

Mo Chen suddenly pulled me back to reality.

In front of me was Mo Chen’s worried expression.

I stepped back, trying to pull my hand back.

"Rongyue, what's wrong with you? What are you afraid of?" Mo Chen's tone was very light, as if he was afraid of scaring me.

A chill slid down my right hand.

I looked at my right hand. I was holding the milk carton and milk was flowing intermittently on my hand. It was a white, sticky liquid, and then flowed down my arm to Mo Chen's hand that was holding my wrist.

I used all my strength to pull Mo Chen's hand away. My hands were too dirty, and I couldn't defile his hands as well.

I grabbed the hem of my skirt and wiped the white liquid off Mo Chen's hands.

But my hands were all covered with it, and the more I held his hands, the more I got.

"Rongyue... don't wipe it... it's just some milk, it's not dirty..."

"Dirty...very dirty..." My voice was choked.

I felt the warmth of Mo Chen's palm on my face.

"Go wash your hands...wash them thoroughly." I looked up and begged Mo Chen.

Mo Chen frowned and looked at me, then nodded.

I pulled Mo Chen out of the tent and came to the lake, and pressed Mo Chen's hand into the water.

He rubbed Mo Chen's hands with both hands until he felt that there was no dirt on his hands.

I let go of his hand and dipped my hands in the water up to my forearms.

I rubbed my right hand vigorously because it was dirty and needed to be washed clean.

"You can't wash anymore, Rongyue. The water is too cold. You will get sick." Mo Chen forcefully pulled my hand away.

Mo Chen rubbed my hands. "My hands are red! You..."

When Mo Chen saw my face, he stopped talking.

"Rongyue, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying..." Mo Chen raised his hand and covered my face. His fingers stroked the tears on my face. His hand was very cold, which made me sober up a lot.

Then, I was pulled into his arms, and all the coldness was instantly dispelled by his warmth and breath.

"Okay, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Mo Chen hugged me tightly, his chin rubbing against the tip of my ear. His gentle voice flowed into my ears, driving away all the disgusting images in my mind.

But I seemed to cry even harder.

Because it would be great if he was there at that time...