When Feng Yu returned to Jincheng, he didn't see Lian Zhenzhen, and after asking the bodyguards, he found out that Lian Zhenzhen was wandering outside in the garden.

He grimaced and walked out.

Jincheng is very green, and at night, the sound of insects is constant. The bright moonlight, like a tulle brushing the ground, is light and elegant.

He stepped on the bluestone slab and walked towards the depths of the garden, but did not see Lian Zhenzhen's figure, and was about to turn away, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white skirt at the swing.

He immediately walked towards the swing, his steps unconsciously lightened.

When I got closer, I found that Lian Zhenzhen was asleep leaning on the swing.

The exploding wig was slightly tilted, covering most of her forehead, her eyes were lightly closed, her breathing was slight, and her quiet appearance was completely different from what she had been in before.

Feng Yu looked at her quietly, with a glimmer of brilliance in his eyes. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth hooked upward.

He leaned down, intending to wake her up, but the moment he approached her, he caught a glimpse of the irregular pockmarks painted on her face, and OCD couldn't help but come out.

He pulled out a tissue and gently wiped the pockmarks from her face.

He used to try not to look at her face, for fear of forcing obsessive-compulsive disorder to death. Although she knows that she deliberately scandalizes herself for the sake of work, can she consider the symmetry of the scandal to be neater?

Lian Zhenzhen felt that his face was itchy, and when he was in a daze, he moved his eyelids, caught a glimpse of a black shadow in front of him, and was startled, and subconsciously stretched out his legs and kicked towards Feng Yu, right in Feng Yu's knee.

Feng Yu was caught off guard and leaned forward, and his body pressed directly on Lian Zhenzhen's body. Impartially, face next to each other.

If it weren't for the mask on Feng Yu's face, the two might have kissed.

Because of this change, the swing swayed slightly.

The two tried to stabilize their bodies, but they couldn't keep their balance because of the swing. It looked like ML.

The four eyes looked at each other, and after the panic, there was only a light and darkness. The faint moonlight was contained under Lian Zhenzhen's eyes, and the dark eyes became brighter and brighter.

The soft breathing sound that is characteristic of women lingered between the wings of his nose, leaving his throat dry and his face congested.

It's like something, slowly lit in the body, and it becomes hot little by little.

His eyes rolled, his breath was hot, and his gaze followed her eyes, nose, lips, and white neck that was exposed.

Even Zhenzhen was really stupid, thinking that he was a bad person, but he didn't expect it to be a mysterious person.

He...... What is it to do?

Gu Ci hurriedly ran over at this time, and when he saw the two people circulating ambiguously on the swing, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, turned his back, and left weakly.

The swing was in disrepair and could not withstand the weight of the two, so it suddenly collapsed with a click.

A feeling of weightlessness suddenly came from under him, and Lian Zhenzhen screamed in fright, hugging the mysterious man's back tightly.

Because of this inertia, Feng Yu's body pressed heavily on Lian Zhenzhen's body, and the mask on his face hit Lian Zhenzhen's chin.

The thin flap of her lips gently ran across the corners of her lips.

The fleeting soft touch made Feng Yu lose his mind slightly.

Even Zhenzhen couldn't stop wailing, feeling like he was going to be crushed into a cake by a mysterious person. The 32A, which was already small, is now going to be dented in.

"Hmm...... It hurts......"

Feng Yu heard Lian Zhenzhen's voice, retracted his thoughts that had drifted away, and hurriedly got off Lian Zhenzhen's body.

His ears were red, and he opened his lips to say something, but his throat was dry and he couldn't speak.

He stared at Lian Zhenzhen for a few seconds, his gaze deep.

After thinking about it, he curled his fingers and turned to leave.

The gait tried to pretend to be steady.