At night, it rained, pattering, and occasionally a light breeze. The rain poured in along the wind and wet the ground in front of the window.
Mu Zi couldn't sleep, standing by the window, watching the newly moved rose bushes in the courtyard.
The dark green branches and leaves were dripping wet, the delicate pink buds were crumbling in the wind and rain, a few had been knocked down by the rain, and the petals fell to the ground in colorful, poignant and pitiful.
Mu Zi was a little worried that the two transplanted roses would not survive.
She was thinking when she suddenly saw someone walking slowly with an umbrella in the night.
Human feeling is a very strange thing, and many times it cannot be explained clearly in words.
It's like now, clearly separated by a pitch-black umbrella, but Mu Zi felt that that person must be Murong Cheng.
As if he had a spiritual heart, the other party felt Mu Zi's gaze, lifted the umbrella slightly, and looked up.
Murong Cheng smiled at her under the umbrella, and through the thin rain and mist, in those deep and evil eyes, there was no usual scorn, only gentleness and love.
Mu Zi stared at him blankly, his heartbeat was completely chaotic for an instant.
Murong Cheng walked to the window, took the umbrella, and threw it aside at random, stepping up to the small balcony outside the window on the second floor. The distance of five or six meters is as easy as climbing stairs for him.
Mu Zi stood in the window, Murong Cheng stood outside the window.
She was a little dazed, feeling that the situation was like a dream.
The rain slid down his face and wet his hair at the same time. The thick black hair was on his forehead, messy and evil, and his eyes narrowed slightly, making him handsome and charming.
Mu Zi's heart was throbbing, and he leaned forward to kiss him.
Her soft lips steadily fell on his lips, with the coolness of rain, silent, but like thunder, it exploded in Murong Cheng's mind.
He dared not move.
Firmly grasping the edge of the window with both hands, the whole person seemed to fall into the flower field, drunk by sweetness, and indulged to death.
The patter of rain continued to fall, but neither of them had the intention of sheltering from the rain. Their lips and teeth were dependent on each other, and they were lingering.
"You seduce me." After the kiss, Murong Cheng cupped her face and said with a smile, "Do you know what will happen to seduce me?"
Mu Zi avoided his gaze, a little uncomfortable, his voice buzzed: "Why do you climb up the window, it's not that there is no door..."
"You are standing by the window, I thought you were inviting me." Murong Cheng squeezed her hand and kissed her lips twice, "Stupid, go in, beware of colds."
Mu Zi took a few steps back and touched, only to find that the upper body of the nightdress was a lot wet, and his hair was half dry and half wet.
She took off her nightdress and took it out of the closet clean.
Murong Cheng was faster than her, took off his wet clothes in a few strokes, picked up Mu Zi, who had not had time to put on her nightdress, and lay down on the bed together, hugging her comfortably.
Mu Zi thought to herself, is this guy going to teach her what's the end of "seduce"?
However, there was a slight surprise. Murong Cheng, who was a down-flowing man, became a gentleman today, with warm palms against her soft abdomen, warming her up.
It is very cool today. Even if two people sleep together, they won’t be sweaty. It’s nice.
Mu Zi thought so and closed his eyes.
On rainy nights, the breeze is light, and there is a familiar fragrance of roses in the cool air.
"Murong Cheng." Mu Zi called him softly.
"Ok."
Murong Cheng's breath touched her ears, numb.
"Did you smell the fragrance of flowers?" Mu Zi asked him, "It's very light and very light, do you smell it?"
Murong Cheng laughed in a low voice, her lips pressed against her neck, her shoulders, her thick long hair, kissed and kissed, "Smell it, it's delicious!"
Mu Zi was itchy when he kissed him, but she felt very at ease.
It was not my illusion, it really smelled of flowers...