It rained during the night, dripping, with occasional breezes, and the rain drifted in and wet the ground in front of the window.

Mu Zi couldn't sleep, standing by the window, looking at the newly moved roses in the courtyard.

The dark green branches and leaves are wet and dripping, the delicate pink buds are crumbling in the wind and rain, and a few have been knocked off by the rain, and the petals are colorful, poignant and delicate.

Mu Zi was a little worried that these two clusters of transplanted roses would not survive.

She was thinking about it when she suddenly saw someone walking slowly with an umbrella in the night.

Human feelings are a wonderful thing, and many times it cannot be explained in words.

It's like now, there is clearly a dark umbrella like ink, but Mu Zi feels that that person must be Murong Cheng.

As if he had a heart, the other party felt the sight from Mu Zi, raised the umbrella slightly, and looked up.

Murong Cheng smiled at her under the umbrella, through the light rain and mist, in those deep and evil eyes, there was no usual ruffian, only gentleness, and love.

Mu Zi looked at him in a daze, and his heartbeat was completely chaotic in an instant.

Murong Cheng walked under the window, collected the umbrella, threw it aside at will, and climbed up to the small balcony outside the window on the second floor with a few steps. The distance of five or six meters is as easy for him as climbing a staircase.

Mu Zi stood in the window, and Murong Cheng stood outside the window.

She was a little stunned, feeling that this situation was like a dream.

The rain slid down his face, wetting his hair at the same time, and the thick black hair on his forehead was messy and evil, and his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he was handsome and charming.

Mu Zi's heart throbbed, and the ghost sent the gods to lean out and kiss him.

Her soft lips fell steadily on his lips, with the coolness of the rain, silent, but like thunder, exploding in Murong Cheng's mind.

He didn't dare to move.

Firmly grasping the edge of the window with both hands, the whole person seemed to fall into the flower field, intoxicated by the sweetness, and indulged to death.

The rain was dripping, and it kept falling, but neither of them had the intention of sheltering from the rain, and their lips and teeth were intertwined, lingering and compassionate.

"You seduce me." After the kiss, Murong Cheng cupped her face and said with a smile, "Do you know what the fate of seducing me is?" ”

Mu Zi avoided his gaze, a little uncomfortable, and his voice was buzzing: "Why do you climb the window to come up, it's not that there is no door......"

"You're standing by the window, I thought you were inviting me." Murong Cheng clenched her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it twice, "Silly thing, go in quickly, beware of catching a cold." ”

Mu Zi took a few steps back, reached out and touched it, only to find that the upper body of the nightdress was much wetter, and her hair was also half dry and half wet.

She took off her nightdress and took it out of the closet.

Murong Cheng was faster than her, took off his wet clothes in a few clicks, picked up Mu Zi, who didn't have time to put on his nightdress, and lay down on the bed together, hugging her comfortably.

Mu Zi thought to herself, is this guy going to teach her what the fate of "seducing" is?

However, a little unexpectedly, Murong Cheng, who had been in the middle of the house, became a gentleman today, and his warm palm was attached to her soft abdomen, warm and warm, helping her keep warm.

It's raining very cool today, and it's nice that two people won't sweat even if they sleep together.

Mu Zi thought so and closed her eyes.

On a rainy night, the breeze is light, and the cool air has the familiar scent of roses.

"Murong Cheng." Mu Zi called him softly.

"Hmm."

Murong Cheng's breath brushed her ears, numb and crispy.

"Do you smell the flowers?" Mu Zi asked him, "It's very light, very light, do you smell it?" ”

Murong Cheng laughed in a low voice, his lips pressed against her neck, her shoulders, and her thick long hair, kissing and kissing, "I smell it, it's very fragrant!" ”

Mu Zi was itchy by him, but her heart was very steady.

It turned out that it wasn't my delusion, it really smelled of flowers......