Twilight slowly approached her, and he sat down beside her, raising his slender, clean hand and landing it on the keys.

Yu Chaochao's fingertips paused slightly. He started another melody, and Yu Chaochao soon heard that he was playing Richard Clayderman's "Starry Night," and she followed the rhythm.

The fingers of the two move up and down the keys, shifting, and the rhythm collides and merges subtly. His voice grew stronger and stronger, and she was at ease.

At the last note, Yu Chaochao's hand was covered by Chi Dui's hand......

The delicate touch, the warmth of the palm, came unexpectedly, and he stopped moving.

She pressed his fingers and pressed them together.

Tone falls. Lingering sounds. The woman's hand did not move away.

Slender fingers slowly wandered, reaching through between his fingers......

Twilight didn't move until she slid in completely, clasping his hand, clasping it tightly together, fingers interlocked.

She leaned over, rested her head lightly on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Twilight, your hands are so beautiful." ”

Twilight lowered her eyes and looked at the overlapping hands of the two.

Except for holding the hands of his mother and sister when he was a child, he never held hands with women, let alone deliberately touched them.

Chi Twilight suddenly withdrew the hand that was held by Yu Chaochao, and the anti-guest grabbed her and wrapped her in the broad palm.

Weak and boneless, delicate and smooth, more real and deeper than the touch of the chest just now.

While he was playing with this feeling, Yu Chaochao suddenly retreated.

She stood up, took a few steps back, kept a gentleman's distance from him, and smiled, "I have to go back, go back and get a good night's sleep and prepare for the wedding in two days." ”

After that, she turned her head and left, as if she didn't have the slightest nostalgia for the ambiguous charm of the other party, and she didn't care about the suddenly gloomy face of the man behind her.

Twilight sat in her place, watching her figure leave.

His hands touched the keyboard again, as if recalling the four-handed strumming just now...... Suddenly, his heart seemed to be stirred for a few seconds.

……

The redness and swelling on his forehead made the maid take some ointment and apply it, and the swelling went down when he woke up the next day.

At noon, Yan Chuan came over.

Chi Twilight came back with Yan Chuan.

At the rectangular dining table, Yu Chaochao and Yan Chuan sat on one side, and Chi Dusk was still sitting on the opposite side.

"I'll have someone deliver the wedding dress later, remember to try it today."

Yan Chuan's words actually didn't have much temperature, but when he looked at Yu Chaochao, he still deliberately added a little tenderness.

Yu Chaochao pulled out a well-behaved smile, "Okay." ”

"And about the setting of the wedding venue, you look at the photos, which style you like."

After Yan Chuan finished speaking, the maid next to him immediately handed over the tablet to Yu Chaochao.

Yu Chaochao took it, and his finger gently slid a few photos, "This is good, fresh and romantic." ”

Under the table, her feet pulled out of her high heels, and her long slender legs lifted slightly, reaching for Twilight on the other side.

Naughty, hooking his trouser legs, feet grinding the fluff on his skin.

Her eyes looked intently at the photos on the tablet, and she talked and laughed with Yan Chuan.

Chi Dui took a sip of red wine, raised her eyes to look at the picture of the two of them, and her eyes were silently cold.

"By the way, I heard that you've already found a house?"

Yan Chuan's topic changed, looked at Chi Twilight on the other side, and asked casually.

"Well, I'll move out tomorrow."

The long grinding leg under the table stiffened and silently retracted.

Yu Chaochao picked up the red wine on the table and took a sip, hiding his restless heart when he heard this.

He's moving out tomorrow?

So what to do?

Could it be that she has worked hard for so long, and she is really still happy?