Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

After dinner, the two of them were full of wine and food, sitting next to each other by the French windows and watching the stars.

Murong Cheng pointed to the stars in the sky and said: "There is Orion... the one next to it is Andromeda..."

Mu Zi feels so romantic, snuggling with the person she likes and watching the stars...

"Where's that over there?" Mu Zi leaned in his arms and pointed to the other side, "What constellation is that?"

Murong Cheng said, "Crow Seat."

Mu Zi is a little puzzled: Is there such a constellation as Corvus?

She tentatively asked: "Where is the one on the left?"

"Snake Constellation." Murong Cheng said casually.

Mu Zi pinched his arm: "You are all nonsense! I still don't recognize the Big Dipper!"

Murong Cheng laughed: "It's just looking at a star. Why are you so serious? I think it's like a snake, with the head of the snake raised up and the tail curled up underneath."

"Are you right to talk nonsense?" Mu Zi was angry and funny. He had never seen a rascal like Murong Cheng.

"It's so hard that it's pinched and swollen..." Murong Cheng pretended to be painful, "I married a tigress, and I was domesticated every day."

"Nonsense!" Mu Zi beat him twice.

"Look! Domestic violence me again!" Murong Cheng complained.

Mu Zi didn't fight, nor did he fight. He could only stare at him angrily.

He said that he married a tigress.

Her anger was compared to a tigress, and at the same time she felt a little strange, like a feather lightly brushing the tip of her heart, itching slightly, with indescribable joy.

...Will he marry her?

Knowing that hope is slim, she has a blind trust in him, as if he would easily resolve whether it was the paternal status or the relationship between brothers and sisters, and then...marry her, and be together honestly ever since.

Mu Zi sat up straight, "Sleeves rolled up, let me see if it is really swollen."

Murong Cheng stretched his arm over and let her check.

The sleeves are rolled up layer by layer, revealing tight skin, and every line of the strong forearm is full of power.

"I know you are lying to me." Mu Zi deliberately punched his arm twice, "It's like an iron block, how can it be swollen."

Murong Cheng said, "You have pinched me a lot. It's not swollen here, but it's swollen elsewhere."

"Where is it swollen?" Mu Zi asked.

Murong Cheng untied his belt.

Mu Zi pushed him down with shame and angrily: "You bastard! You are the one who has the worst view!"

Murong Cheng laughed and turned back, pressing Mu Zi under him for a while.

Mu Zi struggled, but Murong Cheng clasped his hands.

The wooden floor is covered with a white rabbit wool blanket, soft and warm, reflecting each other with the scattered black hair of Mu Zi, like a black and white ink painting, and she is the fairy in the painting, showing a sweet shyness under him , Like the purest color, blooming the most enchanting.

Murong Cheng's throat was tight, and his breathing suddenly became messy.

He increasingly doubted whether he could survive until she was eighteen.

He stared obsessively, the eager temperature in his eyes made Mu Zi dare not look directly, and he turned his head to look at the bright stars outside the window, and said, "Look, those stars are so beautiful."

Murong Cheng looked at her and asked with a smile, "Do you know what constellation it is?"

Mu Zi Qingzhan's eyes flowed, overflowing with a smile: "You know?"

"Of course I know." He leaned over and bit her earlobe lightly. "That's Mu Zi seat."

"It's nonsense again." Mu Zi groaned, "I don't ask if the stars are willing to name it."

When I raised my eyes and looked at the stars again, my cheeks became hot mist unconsciously and slightly hot. She turned sideways and turned her back to Murong Cheng, not wanting him to see her blushing face.

I couldn't help but remember those stars in my heart: it was Muzi.