"No wonder they have a rainbow cake in their store." Cheng Yijie nodded clearly, "Mi Lan has been hurt emotionally, she was deceived by the phantom of the rainbow. Later, when I met Anle, the person who really understood her and loved her was also a rainbow that appeared after going through wind and rain, so she was willing to try the law for this rainbow. ”

Mu Qingcheng looked at him in amazement. "What the hell is going on?"

"Soon after the sun came out, the rainbow disappeared." Cheng Yijie replied, "Let's go, continue our journey to Wuzhen." ”

Cheng Yijie, like Mu Qingcheng, is also the first time to come to Wuzhen, but he is like an excellent tour guide, for Wuzhen's cultural stories, historical allusions such as a few treasures, so that Mu Qingcheng is very ashamed, she was born in Jiangnan, grew up in Jiangnan, and has a soft spot for the ancient town of Jiangnan, and also widely dabbled in cultural classics, but her understanding of Wuzhen is not as good as Cheng Yijie, who has been "Westernized" abroad for many years.

The two of them played from the east to the west scenic spot, the west is not as inhabited by aborigines as the east gate, there is less breath of life, but the scenery is more beautiful, showing the original historical style of the ancient water town in the south of the Yangtze River. There are exquisite buildings of the Ming and Qing dynasties preserved in the scenic area, such as the Water City Gate, the Zhaoming Academy, the Wenchang Pavilion, the Guandi Temple, the Three-inch Golden Lotus Pavilion, the Literature Museum, and the Dyeing Workshop...... Lingering, before you know it, night has fallen.

As a typical representative of the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, Wuzhen, her night is particularly beautiful and charming. The two of them rocked a wooden boat, rippling in the microwave, and the surface of the river illuminated by the moonlight seemed to shatter a river of silver, reflecting a little brilliance. Pink walls and tiles, ancient bridges of different shapes and flowing water are intertwined into a dreamy picture scroll, which is the most Jiangnan dream.

After going ashore, it was a different story. Standing on the bank of the South River, the foot is the bluestone road, the willows beside him, as far as the eye can see, the semicircular bridge holes of the two bridges of Tongji Bridge and Renji Bridge reflect the water surface, like a circle but not a circle, virtual and real, blending with the lights and buildings on both sides, like a colorful ink painting.

"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is sleeping", Mu Qingcheng leaned on the trunk of the tree, and naturally chanted the poem of this scene blending. After that, she stood silently, the wicker flicked in her ears, she twisted the wicker lightly, and a drop of dew suddenly fell from the wicker and shattered in her neck, she was startled, and involuntarily shivered.

At that moment, a coat fell against her shoulder, gently enveloping her. She turned her head, and Cheng Yijie's deep eyes flickered, like two starlight. Her heart throbbed, and she grabbed a handful of wicker with her hand, and she calmed herself down, looking at each other in a daze.

In the night of Jiangnan, his figure stood long and erect, and the moonlight cast many wicker shadows on her face, staggered shades. Her gaze shone straight from behind the shadows, and settled on his face, urging a strong and strange fire in his eyes, and he took her hand holding the wicker, and took her hand off it, and clasped it with both hands.

Her hands were cold, and he gave her his coat, wearing only short sleeves, but his hands were warm. They stared at each other but didn't say a word, and the willow branches, the dew dripping silently. Then, he tugged at her, pulled the coat over her, buttoned her neckline, and wrapped his arms around her, staring at her slightly upturned face.

"How are we thinking about it?" He spoke.

"What?" She didn't seem to hear clearly.

His eyes lit up against her. "Have you gotten to know me better? Have I passed your test? ”

She suddenly felt her throat tight, and she was so dazed that she couldn't make any sound. He carefully arranged this trip to Wuzhen, it was really purposeful, he said that the real purpose was to deepen his relationship and understanding with her, but in fact, to force her to comply, right? He is a master of using the environment to create an atmosphere and flirt, from the firefly cave to the love room, and then to this blurry and dreamy Jiangnan night, how can she, a young girl with zero love experience and long-term poetic and picturesque feelings, resist!

"What's the answer?" He asked.

"I ...... I don't know. Her voice was so low that she could barely be heard. Although my cousin specially taught Li Xiaole's experience, "In the ambiguous period, don't let him get you easily, and in the period of love, make him feel that you are uncontrollable, mysterious and distant." But she knew very well in her heart at the moment that it was Cheng Yijie who was uncontrollable, mysterious and distant, and everything about her had already been seen through by him.

Playing with a master like him, no matter what the process is, the ending is destined to be her defeat. The male god hooked his fingers and handed himself over without reservation, which is too dangerous. But when you are already deeply immersed in it, and when you leave him, you will feel that the beauty of the good day is empty, even if there are thousands of styles that no one says, how can you care about any danger. Even if the future is uncertain, it is enough to keep the splendor of that moment and put a strong stroke in the memory.

His fingers were wrapped around her braids, and his fine, soft hair was wrapped around his hands. He stared into her eyes. "Since you don't know, I'll decide for you, and when you go back, you can discuss marriage."

"It's too fast!" She exclaimed, "Even if I accept you, I should be given a buffer period, how can I talk about marriage so soon!" ”

He smirked triumphantly. "I sincerely want to marry you, but you don't want to, don't blame me for being irresponsible when the time comes."

"I ......" Before Mu Qingcheng's words could be spoken, he suddenly pulled her into his arms and kissed her. It was as if a hot current rushed into her mind and body, her heart pounded uncontrollably, and her mind suddenly became chaotic, his hand held her tightly, his body pressed against her, and this flustering oppression suffocated her. She could hear his heartbeat, so violent, so wild. Vaguely, she felt that she was kissing him back, she breathed rapidly, she could no longer analyze, she could not think, at this moment, the small bridges and lights around her had become chaos.

"Little Orange". He called her in a low voice.

She was pulled back from a distant, unknowable world. The first thing I saw was his misty eyes.

"Little orange." He shouted again, staring at her.

She couldn't speak, and her heart was still in a trance.

He stroked her chin and smiled, laughing wildly. "It's settled, there's no room for negotiation."

On the way back, Mu Qingcheng's heart was always stirring and floating, wandering leisurely in another world.

It was late at night, Mu Qingcheng stood in front of the window of the room in his pajamas and pushed open the wooden window. The night breeze poured into the room, and the cold hit people, but she was hot and restless. Unlike the colorful lights in the West Gate, the East Gate is miserable at night. With the gentle flow of the river, the lonely eyebrow moon in the sky, sometimes through the clouds, sometimes hidden into the clouds, the scenery in front of you, also with the moon, suddenly clear, suddenly hazy.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and it was Cheng Yijie who came back from taking a bath. She held her breath and nervously waited for the movement behind her. However, time passed slowly, but there was never the slightest sound behind it. The silence was too much for her to bear, and she was about to turn back when a pair of arms came around her and closed the window.

"It's been blowing cold wind for so long, have you calmed down?" After Cheng Yijie closed the window, he still wrapped her in his arms.

"I'm not calm anymore, I just like to blow the wind." Mu Qingcheng denied it. Why can't any of her emotions escape his eyes!

"Really?" Cheng Yijie turned over her body, his gaze swirling over her face.

"Hmm." She snorted, tilted her head, and looked back at her steadily, quietly.

They looked at each other, and suddenly, all the embankments crumbled, and he hugged her violently, his lips pressed against hers, and greedy, moxibustion searched for her lips. He wrapped one hand around her waist and the other on her head, squeezing her body tightly against his chest.

Her heart was beating so violently and messily, her arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck, arms against his hot skin. He picked her up and walked to the big bed, where they both collapsed together.

He unbuttoned her pajamas, she closed her eyes, and her voice was muffled and soft: "Do you really want to marry me?" Will your family agree......"

Her voice was choked by kisses......

"They agreed a long time ago." His lips rubbed hers, and a new kiss came up, obscuring all words.

She melted into his enthusiasm, and although she was still a little nervous and afraid, she obeyed him and responded to him jerkyly.

I didn't expect him to stop abruptly at the last moment, gasping in her ear and whispering, "I don't want to embarrass you until we get married." He quickly got out of bed, put on his pajamas, and went to the bathroom to put out the fire.

Mu Qingcheng had already moved the idea of dedication, but Cheng Yijie's amazing restraint made her at a loss, she was like drinking wine, her cheeks were like fire, and her chest was uncomfortably hot. When Cheng Yijie came back, he saw her lying on the messy bed with her back to the sky, with a quilt on her body at random, her fair shoulders, arms and legs were exposed, her hair was scattered on her forehead and ears, her lips were slightly red, her two rows of black and dense eyelashes were closed, and her hands were hanging weakly on the side of the bed. Such a fragrant scene made his throat tighten.

He reached out and touched her forehead, but there was no sign of a cold or fever. "Uncomfortable?"

Her eyelashes moved, she opened her eyes, glanced at him hazy, and whispered, "I feel like I've fallen and become very unashamed." ”

"Little orange." Cheng Yijie sat down on the edge of the bed and coaxed her, "It is normal for men to love women, how can it be described as degenerate." But if you have a psychological burden, marry me as soon as possible, and how affectionate you want to be at that time is justified. ”

A light smile appeared on Mu Qingcheng's lips. "You can't wait to marry me?"

"Of course, lest you have too many dreams at night." Cheng Yijie's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, "I know, there are little white faces and local tyrants Chen Hu, and there must be many other people who have bad intentions towards you." My woman can't be cared about. ”