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Chapter 10 One Night... Love

Sure enough, I couldn't sleep.

In the dark, Coco closed his eyes and hypnotized himself over and over again.

The bed seemed to move slightly, and Coco shrank back reflexively, with half of his body almost suspended in the air.

Wood just rolled over, and then nothing happened.

Coco held her breath for a moment, then secretly opened her eyes. She has [-]-degree myopia, and in the dark, she couldn't see clearly whether the person lying next to her was asleep.

It’s still raining, and I don’t know if the feast is over yet. Every anniversary reminds Coco of noble balls in the Middle Ages. The gorgeous ladies are blatantly waltzing with their underground lovers, and the well-dressed gentlemen are persistently pursuing the aggressive Miss Qianjin.

Life is full of vicissitudes, like a wonderful show, staged with affection.

But at this moment, all the idlers have retreated, and the rest is her own role.

Coco slowly propped up his upper body, pressing his palms on the soft mattress, making a soft sinking sound inevitably.

The red wine he drank at the dance must have started to take effect. Coco only felt hotheaded and confused, and could no longer suppress the eager desire in his heart.

When he got close, he could vaguely see her handsome face, her peaceful sleeping face, and her soft facial features, which were so beautiful that people were intoxicated.

The hotel's disposable shower gel smelled strangely fragrant on her body. Coco couldn't explain what kind of state of mind she was in, so she lightly licked her lips.

Just for a moment, Wood opened his eyes in surprise.

Coco and her looked at each other quietly for a moment in the dark, and then whispered: "I will give you money, you tonight...obediently listen to me."

Wood subconsciously looked out the window, without the full moon, how could the little rabbit get the energy to transform?

Coco was still waiting for her answer, but Wood only smiled lightly after being shocked, reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, and the little rabbit shrank back to the other side of the bed in shock, staring at her vigilantly.

I really wonder if it was an auditory hallucination just now, but the little rabbit actually said that.

Wood said calmly, "Okay, I'll be obedient, and you can do whatever you want to me."

The premise is, do you know how to do it?

Coco stayed for a while before digesting Wood's words. She bit her lower lip, her delicate face turned from white to red all the way to her ears, and finally seemed to muster up the courage to slowly move to her side.

"You...don't stare at me." Coco clenched the sheets tightly, the temperature of the air conditioner was at a suitable level, but she felt that her forehead was constantly sweating.

Wood took the time to ask: "Then do you want to cover my eyes?"

Coco lowered her head, her voice tremblingly said: "Is it okay to use a towel?"

Wood was just joking, but Coco took it seriously, and immediately went to the bathroom to find a thin towel to cover her eyes.

The towel was folded three times, completely opaque, and after confirming that Wood really couldn't see, Coco relaxed a little.

Wood didn't speak, and Coco didn't speak. There was only a faint rustling sound in the room, and the night rain was fine. To Wood, it sounded like silkworms devouring mulberry leaves, hungry, thirsty, and greedy.

"You... don't move, I will untie your bathrobe first."

"If I knew you were going to untie it, I should have come out right after I took a shower." Without the ups and downs in the tone, Coco couldn't tell if Wood was angry or not.

The hotel's bathrobes completely imitate the style of Japanese kimonos. The two sides are folded together, and then tied with a belt to fix them, and they can be untied with just a pull.

Coco fumbled clumsily for a long time, and finally got the bow off.

Under the dim light, Wood's skin is wheat-colored, delicate and soft.

Coco leaned over to sniff and lick it, like a child treating a big pudding, reluctant to eat but unable to let go.

Maybe it was a little itchy, Wood couldn't help laughing and twisting his body. Coco stared at her rosy thin lips for a long time, then printed it suddenly, the force was not well grasped, and the collision made their teeth hurt.

Wood recognized that Coco didn't know anything, so he let her play around with confidence, licking her face like a puppy at one time, and nibbling her collarbone tentatively at the other, his movements were blunt and clumsy, not annoying , but very cute.

The sound of the rain gradually died down, and apart from the slight sound from the air conditioner, no other sounds could be heard. Wood felt a little sleepy, resisted the urge to yawn, and asked, "Is it early morning?"

"Hmm." There was a low response.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Just...wait a minute."

Wood didn't understand the meaning of Coco's actions. The only thing he could feel was that Coco was deeply infatuated when he did these things.

Does she like doing that kind of thing, or does she like herself...?

"I thought your hands and feet were inflexible, but I didn't expect you to dance very well." Wood didn't know why she said this at this time. It sounds, but it has a different meaning.

"...Did you see it?" Coco suddenly felt guilty, as if he had been caught (cough cough) raped on the bed.

"There is food in the banquet hall. I didn't have dinner when I came, so I ate some casually. I wanted to find you when I was full, but I saw a handsome guy asking you to dance, so I didn't bother."

"I have nothing with him..."

"Ah."

If Wood blames or continues to ask, Coco can explain in detail, but Wood doesn't care, as if what happens to Coco and others has nothing to do with her.

Wood, who was blindfolded, couldn't see Coco's aggrieved and sad appearance. She bit her lower lip and buried her head in Wood's chest, suppressing the urge to cry.

"I want to sleep," Wood said.

"Please wait a little longer."

Next, Wood felt that something was wrong. Coco's movements were no longer as gentle as before, but eagerly kneaded roughly, even biting.

"and many more……"

Coco didn't listen to her, raised her hands to the top of her head, and then tied them tightly with the straps of the bathrobe. The knots were fastened, and the more she struggled, the stronger the straps even got into the skin.

Wood bent his knees and pressed heavily on Coco's lower abdomen. Coco let out a low cry of pain, then curled up on the bed and "hissed" and gasped.

"Let go of me." Wood didn't intend to hurt the little rabbit who didn't know what medicine was wrong, and his tone was not too harsh.

"I...I'll give you money." Coco endured the pain and said with difficulty.

Wood sneered: "Do you think it's great to be rich?"

"...Then what else do you want? I...I can give you everything."

Wood didn't speak anymore, Coco thought she had acquiesced, and slowly straightened up while clutching her still painful belly, and said in a low voice, "I can help you arrange a position in the company, you are an art student, you can do planning..."

Wood still didn't speak or move, and the cold aura emanating from his body made Coco dare not approach him for a while.

The incoming call rang at this moment. It was Coco's cell phone next to the computer vibrating. She was stunned for a moment before realizing it. She got out of bed and stumbled to answer it.

"Ah... Mom..."

"Yes, I, I have a headache and feel uncomfortable, so I asked for a room to rest..."

"No, I don't need President Ou to send me off, I won't go home tonight..."

"It's probably a cold. I took medicine and I'm very sleepy..."

"Well, you don't have to worry, I'll be fine after a night of sleep, and be careful when you go back... well, bye."

Wood listened to the little rabbit lying to the chairman. He stuttered at the beginning, hesitantly, but in the end, he spoke fluently.

After hanging up the phone, the room became eerily quiet again.

"What do you want to do and not continue? It's almost dawn." Wood smiled mockingly.

Coco lowered his head, did not respond or move, and it took a long time before he let out a suppressed sob, and tears rolled down his cheeks drop by drop.

Wood listened for a while, then relaxed his body wordlessly, moved his tightly bound hands, and sighed in his heart: I am the one who should cry, okay?

Coco gradually woke up after answering the chairman's call, and gradually realized that he had done such an incredible thing just now, and couldn't help but want to die.

How could there be such a move?How will she face her in the future?

Something was ruthlessly smashed, destroyed, irreparable, and irreplaceable... Coco felt that something so precious had been lost before it was obtained.

She cried until her heart broke, but Wood slowly fell asleep. He had to work eight hours during the day, and he was tossed for half a night at night, and he was already exhausted.

Coco cried until she was exhausted, and observed the movement on the other side of the bed for a long time, and found no movement, so she dared to climb up lightly, and carefully unfastened Wood's belt and the towel covering his eyes.

Wood slept soundly, her long eyelashes couldn't cover the light blue eye circles under her eyelids, she kissed the corners of her eyes distressedly, approached her carefully, sniffed her fresh breath and closed her eyes contentedly.

When the first light of dawn hit the bed through the clear window, Coco woke up first.She accepted the bed, even though she was really tired and couldn't fall asleep peacefully.

The wrinkled belt and towel came into view like incriminating evidence, and Coco quickly stuffed them under the pillow to hide them.However, Wood's body was still naked, completely exposed to the bright light, which was equally sinful.

Coco had just covered her with the quilt, but she suddenly opened her eyes, so scared that Coco almost couldn't sit still and fell under the bed.

"Morning, good morning."

"Yeah." Wood just woke up, his head was still not clear, and he rubbed his sleepy eyes for a while, before he remembered what happened last night.

Looking up, I saw Coco's red and swollen eyes, and I don't know how long she has been crying, she has become a veritable little rabbit.

Each of them put back on the clothes they wore last night, and they were inevitably embarrassed with each other. They didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere became a little stagnant.

Coco saw that Wood's two wrists still had bruises and strangle marks, and thought that she loved painting so much, and she didn't know if she had hurt her muscles and bones, so she couldn't help hating herself.

"sorry."

"Huh?" Wood turned to look at her.

Coco opened her handbag, took out a wallet from it, and handed all the cash to Wood.

"If it's not enough, I'll make it up next time."

Wood didn't say anything, just took the banknotes expressionlessly, and put them in his pocket.

"I will arrange the position in the planning department as soon as possible. I will be able to go to work probably this week. I will call you."

Wood gave her a weird look, and there was some emotion in his eyes that made Coco uneasy.

The two left the room and took the elevator to the lobby together. After walking out of the hotel, Coco specially called a taxi for Wood.

"You, you wait for my call." When parting, Coco leaned over and urged Wood in the car repeatedly, his tone almost begging.

Wood lazily leaned back in his chair, as if he had never heard of it.

"Wood, you must wait for my call..."

It wasn't until the car started the engine that Wood turned his head to look at Coco with a cold expression.Sure enough, the little rabbit looked like he was about to cry again.

The car drove away from the Grand Court Hotel smoothly, and Wood knew that Coco had been standing there watching her leave, even she had been out of sight, she had been standing there all the time.

"Master, let's play some music and listen."

"okay."

A very old song, I can't remember the name, but the melody is familiar.

As if love may appear at any time, as if every face is pleasing to the eye, as if everyone has two childhoods, as if we are willing to do what we say, we are just passers-by, playing together in this colorful world...

Wood picked up the phone, called up the photos that were going to be used as screensavers, and deleted them one by one.