Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

The light was bright, like a little star in his cold eyes.

“That.” Cheng Chu pursed her lips and asked hesitantly: “Am I very heavy?”

“Wait, what?” Gu Miao thought he had heard it wrong.

“Yes.” Cheng Chu’s beautiful peachy eyes were a little shy, “Yes, Yu Xinlu said that I just fainted and you carried me over.
Am I very heavy?”

Gu Miao’s steps were slightly suffocated, and he couldn’t help but think of the scene just now.

The girl’s body was soft, as light as a ball of cotton, and her white face was softly leaning against his chest.

He held her tightly and walked through the crowded playground.
There was no sweat on the girl, only a fresh and light fragrance, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers that bloomed in early March, drifting into his nose.

His heart rushed like it didn’t belong to him.
The moment he broke into the infirmary and put the girl on the bed, he looked at her closed eyes, and he was thankful that she was not awake yet, so that she would not notice his abnormal heartbeat.

There is no light in the corridor.

Gu Miao’s fingers on his side rubbed together slightly, and he couldn’t help but recall the feeling of the girl leaning against him.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl’s faintly twinkling eyes, a trace of self-loathing in his heart.

He couldn’t help but think of the first spring dream he had when he was young.
In the charming dream, she was so softly leaning against his arms, but the soft boneless lotus arm was wrapped around his neck, and her face was glowing with a faint blush.

Gu Miao closed his eyes and tightened his cold eyebrows, forcing himself to stop thinking about that fragrant dream.

But Cheng Chu misunderstood.

She narrowed her mouth, her tone aggrieved: “Am I really heavy? Maybe I should lose weight.”

“Not heavy.” Gu Miao interrupted suddenly.

His voice was low, and he murmured and emphasized: “Very soft.”

A small ball of light fell on his heart, so sweet that a small hole broke through his heart, and the wind blew but there was an astringent pain.

Cheng Chu laughed happily after hearing what he said, whether it was a lie or not, it made people happy to hear it.

The peach blossoms outside the administrative building are blooming just right, and petals are mixed in the swaying spring breeze.

Cheng Chu looked at him sideways.

The handsome boy walked beside him, his stern eyebrows stretched out, those silver-rimmed eyes were set on the high bridge of the nose, and the black and stern eyes seemed to fall into the bright spring.

He is very good-looking, not the kind that makes one look amazing, but he is very good-looking.

Cheng Chu looked at his side face, a small pebble seemed to have fallen into her calm heart, causing slight ripples, and she suddenly felt that her heart was beating a little fast.

Suddenly a car drove onto the narrow path, and the two hurriedly walked aside to make way.

I don’t know if the time was too short.
Cheng Chu hadn’t recovered from her body weakness.
She leaned on the trunk of a tree and looked at the taillights of the car going away, and said, “Wait a minute, let me catch my breath.
.”

Gu Miao’s heart panicked suddenly, and he said anxiously, “Or, go back and let the doctor take a look.”

“No need.” Cheng Chu shook her head.
She walked a few steps, leaning her head on the boy’s shoulder.

“Let me rely on you,” she whispered.

The boy’s body froze, the hand by his side trembled, but a cluster of fireworks exploded in the bottom of his heart.

Cheng Chu is tall among girls, but she only reaches Gu Miao’s neck.
At this moment, she lowered her head slightly, just leaning on his solid shoulder.

The distance between her shoulders and her heart was so far, but why did she still hear the heartbeat that was so turbulent as to burst?

The young man’s body smelled of fresh washing powder, clean and clear, dangling in the March spring breeze, Cheng Chu’s heart was beating wildly.

On the camphor tree by the side, a bird leaped on the branch.

Time seemed to slow all of a sudden, Cheng Chu listened carefully, and the heartbeats of himself and the boy were slowly intertwined.
Gradually, they couldn’t tell who was fast and who was slow.

T/N: English as a subject of study is the bane of my existence.
I’ve been learning it for about 16 years and it’s still not enough.