Black Moonlight Crazy Criticism of the Vicious Female Supporting Awakens

"It's a beautiful thought."

As soon as I step off the stage, my lover throws himself into my arms. This feeling... is not bad.

Jiang Deng was in a good mood and let Zhou Wu hug her for a while. She only glared at him after he let go.

"You know what? You are what my teacher calls someone without dancing talent. At best, you have good limb coordination. It's fine for us to dance together in private, but if you go on stage, it would be irresponsible to the audience."

Zhou Wu couldn't help but want to laugh at her proud look, but he was not convinced:

"I can practice boxing and swordplay. Dance and martial arts have the same origin. Why can't I do that?"

Jiang Deng couldn't help but curl his eyes and snorted when he thought of the scene he described:

"Okay, I'll try it when I have a chance."

The two walked and talked, and sat down in front of the dressing table.

Jiang Deng was waiting to have his makeup removed, while Zhou Wu was...

"Okay, I've finished rehearsing and watched it, you..." Jiang Deng signaled him with his eyes.

"I'll be fine from now on, Ayu, how about you? Do you have any immediate plans?" Zhou Wu held her hand tightly.

Jiang Deng shook his head.

She had reserved the entire afternoon for rehearsal.

"It's almost time for dinner. Shall we go out for dinner later?" Zhou Wu noticed that her hair was straightened. He pulled out a strand of her long hair that she had just untied and draped over her shoulders and twisted it around his fingertips.

"Row."

Jiang Deng thought of the joint project between the two companies, and she also had something to say to Zhou Wu.

Jiang Deng glanced at him and slapped his hand away, "Stop playing with my hair."

……

After half an hour.

The two sat down at a nearby restaurant that they often visited.

Jiang Deng had already changed out of her dance costume and removed the exaggerated stage makeup on her face, and was sitting quietly opposite him drinking tea.

She returned to her daily outfit, the only difference from the past was... her straight black hair cascading down her waist like a waterfall. She looked like a richly colored ink painting, but with a much more desolate and distant feel.

The box was very quiet, with no one else there except the two of them.

The faint rose scent from Jiang Deng lingered on his nose, and she was as delicate and beautiful as a rose.

Her lips are full and rosy. When she drinks tea, the edge of the teacup will leave marks of lipstick, and her lips will be covered with a thin layer of moisture.

Zhou Wu's Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help but want to kiss her.

He had wanted to do just that when he saw her performing on stage just now.

She was so dazzling when she danced, and so many people's eyes were following her. Zhou Wu couldn't control his desire to declare his possessiveness of her to everyone. He wanted to kiss her, and he wanted to announce to everyone that she was his.

But Zhou Wu finally restrained himself and only gave her a hug after she stepped down.

But now there was no one else around, and he couldn't bear it anymore and didn't want to endure it anymore.

"Ayu..."

He stood up and leaned slightly toward her.

"Hmm?" Jiang Deng put down the tea in his hand and looked at her with some confusion.

"Do you feel embarrassed to call me in public? Now that there is no one else around, you can call me." Zhou Wu looked at her straight in his peach blossom eyes.

Jiang Deng: “…”

"Ayu?"

"…The prodigal son…"

The ending sound is a bit unstable.

Her voice was really beautiful. When she called him, it was different from her usual cold voice, and it had a soft, charming and coquettish tone.

Zhou Wu smiled, and at the same time, the darkness in his pupils deepened, his jawline tightened a little, and the affection in his peach blossom eyes became a little explicit.

Eyes facing each other.

The air suddenly became hot and ambiguous.

Jiang Deng's eyelashes flickered and her mouth felt a little dry.

The distance between the two of them had unknowingly been getting closer.

So close that his warm breath felt on her face and she could see her clear reflection in his pupils.

"Is it okay, Yu?" he asked.

"……Um."

Jiang Deng closed his eyes.

The moment their lips touched, he held her head.

Her lips were warm, soft, and sweet, very much like...

Zhou Wu restrained his surging desire, held her lips and kissed her non-stop from the outside, and finally, he gently pried her lips open and rushed in.