your little tail

Ji Ling felt the cool and soft touch slowly climb up the back of his hand, and then they fit together without a single gap.

In front of him, Mo Jingyu's muse-like face became clearer, and his breath got closer.

"I'm not full." Mo Jingyu said.

The hairs of Ji Ling's whole body stood up, and the cells in the blood vessels were like a roller coaster, first almost stagnating, and then rushing rapidly.Limbs are stiff.

She didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but she could sense the subtle change in the atmosphere.

It seems that something unusual is about to happen.

Mo Jingyu's fingertips covering the back of Ji Ling's hand curled up little by little, and retreated.

Slowly lift the delicate skin, flick the blue blood vessels under the thin skin, and finally pass through the fingers, clasping tightly.

"How long do you want me to wait?" The voice was like a feather soaked in water, brushing against Ji Ling's ears, tickling and comfortable.

Ji Ling blinked a few times in a trance, her thick eyelashes fluttering up and down.In the nasal cavity, the original fragrance of grapefruit has changed to the taste of toffee, sweet and smooth.

Ji Ling's eyelashes were getting lower and lower, and at some point, his eyelids closed.

Mo Jingyu seemed to have received a silent invitation, and her breathing trembled nervously.Her lips pursed in bewilderment, and she approached cautiously.

When they were almost touching, Ji Ling suddenly turned his face to the left, Mo Jingyu's lips brushed against the corner of Ji Ling's lips, and kissed his face.

Ji Ling looked in the direction of the door, "I heard someone knocking on the door."

Mo Jingyu breathed a little harder, and clenched his hands a little.

After a long while, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "That's your hallucination."

Ji Ling insisted: "There must be someone knocking on the door."

After a few seconds.

Someone actually knocked on the door. "Mr. Mo, your courier document."

Mo Jingyu restrained his emotions and replied, "Send it to Director Qin's office."

"Ok."

Ji Ling didn't turn his face back, but still faced the door, and said solemnly: "Look, I said someone knocked on the door."

Mo Jingyu didn't talk nonsense, and suddenly supported Ji Ling's head with the other hand, leaned over, turned his face, and met his lips.

For a split second, both of them froze, as if they had fallen into a still space.

Freeze for several seconds.

"Drip drip drip..."

The heart rate monitor on Ji Ling's wrist gave off continuous alarm sounds—an ear-piercing sound that no one could ignore.

With eyes full of astonishment, Ji Ling stepped back, her chest began to rise and fall sharply, and she opened her mouth to take a few deep breaths.

She only felt that the nerves in her brain were scurrying around without obeying the command, and she lost consciousness all over her body, leaving only the aftertaste of the soft touch on her mouth.

Like a fool, he stared straight ahead.

However, the consequences of triggering the alarm on the wrist...

There was a commotion outside the door, and the next moment, the door of the office was opened.

Two female bodyguards in black, armed with simple first aid equipment, quickly entered and closed the door.

An oxygen mask soon appeared on Ji Ling's face.

Before Mo Jingyu recovered from the wonderful touch just now, he was once again stunned by the scene in front of him.

Ji Ling seemed to be roasted in the fire, his whole body was hot, especially his thin skin.

She took off the oxygen mask from her face, and even the heart rate monitor in her hand, and stuffed it into the hands of the bodyguard.

Ji Ling pretended to be calm, and said to the bodyguard beside him, "I'm fine, you guys go out."

The two female bodyguards also realized that the situation this time was different from before, and they tried their best to keep their expressions on their faces, and left quietly.

In the office, silence returned.

Mo Jingyu seemed to be under the petrification spell, she was extremely stiff from head to toe.Recalling carefully, it was true that he just touched Ji Ling's mouth lightly just now, and did not do anything else.

Ji Ling silently stood up from the sofa, walked to the door with one hand and one foot, opened the door, and went out.

Mo Jingyu watched helplessly as the tiger meat in his mouth ran away with his long legs. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and leaned back on the back of the sofa.

It looked extraordinarily peaceful.

In a few seconds, the indifferent shell shattered.

A person who has always been mature, performed "Carp Stretch" alone on the sofa.

But when he calmed down, Mo Jingyu was not sure what Ji Ling's behavior meant.

Even, it is not sure whether the other party knows what the kiss means.

And, what are those two bodyguards doing.

Still, Ji Ling understood what her kiss meant, so she ran away as before.

The inner throbbing gradually dissipated, and anxiety sprouted from the soil, growing like powerful vines, tightly entwining a heart.

Mo Jingyu picked up the phone, hesitated, then put it down again.

She played back Ji Ling's demeanor and movements over and over again in her mind, trying to give herself some confidence.

In the end, I felt a little regretful, and acted recklessly without 100% certainty.

After Ji Ling returned home, the first thing he did was to drink water.

And he poured two bottles of water into his stomach in one breath.

Ji Ling dragged her soulless body down on the sofa, and her mind was full of images of bodyguards rushing in to put on her an oxygen mask, scrolling and playing.

She buried her face in the pillow, trying to escape reality in this way.

smell good.

It was Mo Jingyu's taste.

Ji Ling took two deep breaths, and immediately threw the pillow out, as if it was a hot potato.

Ji Ling wrung his hands together and rubbed them unconsciously, biting his lower lip with his teeth. At this moment, he looked like a little hamster waiting to be fed.

After doing this for a long time, Ji Ling slowly poked out the tip of his tongue, licked his lips, smashed it, a thin layer of red suddenly appeared on both cheeks.

Ji Ling exhaled contentedly, and rubbed his stomach, as if he had just finished a big meal.

After being dazed again for a while, Ji Ling got up from the sofa and dialed He Mingwan's number.

--"Hello?"

It was a bit noisy over the phone, as if it was in a crowded place.

Ji Ling: "Are you busy?"

He Mingwan: "I'm shooting commercials today, but I haven't started yet." She raised her eyebrows wretchedly, "Miss me?"

The assistant at the side saw the boss's expression and twitched at the corners of his mouth. All the goddesses are fake.

Ji Ling cleared her throat and said, "I have a friend, she—"

He Mingwan didn't wait for Ji Ling to finish, and howled, "You actually have other friends behind my back?"

Ji Ling was silent for a moment, and said, "Forget it, it's okay."

He Mingwan chased after her, "Tell me clearly first, what kind of friend? Where did you come from?"

"..." Ji Ling sighed, "Mo Jingyu, um, Mo Jingyu can also be regarded as my friend."

He Mingwan: "What happened to Mo Jingyu?"

Ji Ling thought for a while, and said, "Mo Jingyu's heart beat faster and her breathing was short of breath after being kissed by a friend. Why do you think this is?"

He Mingwan's voice was suddenly full of anger: "What? Mo Jingyu actually cheated on me!"

Ji Ling was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"

He Mingwan said angrily: "Tell me, who kissed Mo Jingyu? Does she dare to beat her heart faster? See if I don't beat her to death!"

Ji Ling was silent for a while, then asked hesitantly, "Why can't my heart beat faster?"

"Because..." He Mingwan paused, "You melon baby! Is this a problem of rapid heartbeat? How could Mo Jingyu let others kiss her?!"

Ji Ling wrapped the ends of her hair around her fingers, and frowned, "Why?"

"This..." He Mingwan was stuck, and asked instead: "How do you know?"

Ji Ling stopped breathing, and after a few seconds, he took a sharp breath of air and replied, "I saw it."

He Mingwan asked tentatively, "Aren't you angry?"

The image of noon popped up again in Ji Ling's mind, and he said stammeringly, "Don't be angry."

He Mingwan was silent for a while, "No, even if you're not angry, I'm still angry. After all, she was a plastic ally with me, and she changed her mind so quickly. It's an insult to us 'hanging a strategic alliance from a tree'."

Ji Ling couldn't find where He Mingwan's channel was, so he just gave up. "I still have something to do, so hang up first."

He Mingwan patted his chest, "Don't worry, I will definitely seek justice for you!"

"Beep beep..."

He Mingwan's expression gradually disappeared, and she coughed twice, "Oh, my chest hurts so much!"

Ji Ling hung up the phone, raised his hand to touch his face, like a hand warmer.

She wandered to the study, intending to sit down and draw for a while.

Create a new blank canvas.

...Why is Mo Jingyu's face on it?

Ji Ling closed his eyes tightly, and the screen returned to normal.

Ji Ling tugged at her hair and put down her brush.Open Weibo and enter the words "make money to raise tigers" in the search bar.

The content is all about reposting Ji Ling's illustrations.

Ji Ling looked over one by one, and every forwarded text was Mo Jingyu's interpretation.

It's as if, through the painting, I saw her loneliness, her joys and sorrows.

Inexplicably, the eye sockets became wet.

Ji Ling closed the browser and muttered softly, "Do you think that if you repost a few pictures, I will be able to forget about your troubles?!"

Mo Jingyu... Mo Jingyu...

Ji Ling lay down, pillowed her face on her hands, closed her eyes, only these three words were flying around in her mind.

The phone on the desk rang.

Ji Ling lazily opened his eyes and unlocked them.

[Mo Jingyu: Are you home? ]

Ji Ling's face was burning hot again. [Um. ]

There was no movement there.

Ji Ling grabbed the phone, frowning in dissatisfaction, staring at the screen without blinking, and chanting the timing numbers.

It wasn't until the count reached nine hundred and ninety-nine that the phone started to move again.

[Mo Jingyu: I can leave work early today. ]

[Oh. ]

Ji Ling's heart began to beat non-stop.

There was no movement again.

Ji Ling said angrily to the air: "I don't know what time it is early, it's annoying."

In a gray and white office.

Mo Jingyu leaned her head back on the neck pillow of the work chair, and the screen of the mobile phone in her hand flickered on and off, on and off again.

Repeated many times.

Mo Jingyu touched the screen with her fingertips, typed a line, thought about it, and then deleted it.Retype the next line and delete it.

In the end, it was the news from the other side that came first.

[Little Tiger: Then when will you come back? ]

Mo Jingyu read that sentence from beginning to end, closed his eyes again, opened them again, and read it again.

The lips that were originally pursed into a line instantly turned into a crescent moon.

At a certain moment just now, Mo Jingyu's heart seemed to be completely pierced by a needle, but the needle was smeared with syrup.

Slightly painful, heavy sweet.

Mo Jingyu's fingers were not as stiff as before, but became flexible and brisk.

Quickly type in the dialogue section——

[Now. ]

[Little Tiger: Oh. ]

Although the replies were also neutral, this time the word "oh" became cute in Mo Jingyu's eyes.

Mo Jingyu straightened the reversed document in front of him, quickly signed a few words, and threw it to Senior Sister Qin.

With a smile like a spring breeze, I got off work.

Qin Rou was puzzled, "Is this in love?"

Looking at the door, he asked himself and answered: "It should be."

Ji Ling sat on the sofa, staring at the dark TV screen and pricking up his ears.

Ten minutes later, the beeping sound of entering the password finally sounded at the door.

Ji Ling quickly grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV.He looked like he didn't hear anything outside the window.

When Mo Jingyu opened the door and came in, he saw Ji Ling watching TV with great interest.

Walked over to look at the screen.

...Agricultural channel's pig raising column?

Mo Jingyu felt that Ji Ling wasn't distracted at all, so he took the initiative to talk to him: "Are you interested in raising pigs?"

Ji Ling replied with a serious face: "The price of pork is quite high this year. I care about the pig industry."

The TV just turned on, and she didn't know in advance what program would pop up.

"Then I'll be concerned too." Mo Jingyu sat down beside him, and glanced at Ji Ling from the corner of his eye.

The two watched "The Classic of Raising Pigs to Get Rich" silently for a while, and Mo Jingyu couldn't help but said, "At noon I—"

"Let's watch a movie!" Ji Ling stood up abruptly, "My projector works very well."

Mo Jingyu's eyes dimmed.

"Let's watch a movie then."

As Ji Ling walked towards the screening room, he secretly wiped the sweat from his palms on the corner of his clothes.

In the square room, the floor is covered with tatami mats, and several lazy sofas of different shapes are randomly piled up on it.

The advantage of the lazy sofa is that you can sit when you want, lean on when you want, and move wherever you want.

Ji Ling took off his shoes and went in, lowering the screening curtain.

Mo Jingyu followed behind and closed the door.

All of a sudden, it seemed that they were isolated from the noisy world, and they were in a small space with only the two of them.

Ji Ling forgot to turn on the lights, and also forgot to turn on the projector, so he went straight to close the blackout curtains, and he couldn't see his fingers in the room.

"Mo Jingyu." She yelled towards the door, "There is a switch at the door, press it."

No one responded.

Ji Ling pouted, thinking that Mo Jingyu must have come up with some bad idea again.

In an instant, there was a little softness on Ji Ling's back, and Ji Ling was hugged from behind.

"I can't find where the switch is." Mo Jingyu tightened his arms and rested his chin on Ji Ling's shoulder, "I can't find it."

Ji Ling held his breath, all the muscles in his body tensed.

"Let me hug you for a while." Mo Jingyu said softly, "Huh?"

Ji Ling remained motionless in the current posture, not even daring to vent his breath.

Mo Jingyu closed her eyes, wantonly absorbing the body temperature of the person in her arms.

For a while, back off.

Mo Jingyu took Ji Ling's wrist, "Now I can see without turning on the light."

The eyes have adapted to the darkness, and indeed they can vaguely distinguish objects.

Ji Ling was led by Mo Jingyu and sat down.Public account YuriAcgn

One beanbag per person, the distance is not too close.

Soon, the projector cast bright light on the curtain.

Ji Ling asked, "What do you want to see?"

Mo Jingyu: "Pick the one you like."

Ji Ling chose a movie called "Grey Secrets" and said, "Although the name seems heavy, the content is quite funny."

"En." Mo Jingyu was a little absent-minded.

Ji Ling dragged her own sofa a little closer, "Don't you want to watch a movie with me?"

"No." Mo Jingyu raised the corners of his lips to make his voice not so low, and half-tested: "With you, we can do whatever we want."

Ji Ling moved the sofa back to its original position, returning to the same distance as before.

I was afraid that Mo Jingyu would hear his own strange heartbeat.

After a while, the opening sound effects fill the room through the surround sound.

Mo Jingyu seemed to have got some answer, so she stopped talking.