The black cat ran to the pier and squatted at the foot of a man. The man leaned over and gently touched the cat's chin, and the cat was obedient and silent.

Can he come?

Then he is really not Su Zhi...

Youmeng stood up with uneasiness and doubts and walked slowly out. As soon as she walked to the entrance of the water pavilion, she hung on a gauze curtain in front of her, and a tall figure appeared hazy. She couldn't help but calm down, facing the person outside the curtain with a layer of tulle face, and whispered: "Yuan, is you here?"

"You asked me to meet for the first time, how could I not come?"

As soon as the familiar and cold words fell, the man leaned down quickly, and Youmeng was not prepared at all. He felt that the gauze in front of him was pressing against a wisp of hot air, and kissed her lips unbiasedly.

The soft gauze covered each other's lips, grinding out an ambiguous texture, and was soon moistened by their breath.

Youmeng took a big step back as if awakened, leaving a wet lip mark on the gauze.

He stood up straight and said coldly: "How long hasn't seen you? You're not obedient again."

"No..." Youmeng lowered her head in a panic, "It's just that I don't like to be like this when I meet... I'm a little more polite."

"Sven?" He felt funny inwardly, and his tone was joking, "What's the point of being Sven?"

Youmeng calmed down, raised her head and lifted the gauze curtain, and naturally walked to the man's side, standing side by side with him on the narrow terrace outside the water pavilion. On this moonless night, the sight seemed extremely dim, and only the lotus lantern floating on the water surface was shining with faint light, and the shadows were so illuminating that he could not see his face.

"Do you know why it is called Xingzhou here?" She faced the wooden trestle to extend to the distance, and seemed to chat with him quietly. "In this water far away from human habitation, the view is open enough. It is the most suitable place in my mansion to watch stars alone, stare, dazed, and think about things when insomnia."

He was always looking at her. Although her expression was not clear enough, he could still hear from his tone that she had something to do, so she had insomnia.

She raised her head: "Look at the night sky tonight, there is no cloudless, and every star looks so clean." There is no noise around, only the wind in her ears blowing freely, mixed with the sound of flowing water.

Today was different from usual. He did not wear a night-mounted dress or a long black cloak, but a light-colored long gown, which looked very elegant. There was no mask on his face, and it did not seem like he had no time to prepare in a hurry, but rather it seemed to be some kind of deliberation.

In the darkness, he curled his thin lips: "You called me here in the middle of the night, not just to see the stars with you, right?"

Youmeng subconsciously turned her head to look at him: "No, I just think it's quiet here and it's very suitable for talking."

"It's very quiet, but it's too wasteful to just talk." As he said that, he paced closer to her.

The dream stood still, but his heart was hanging.

"You deliberately sent everyone away and had a tryst with me in such a romantic place." He gently supported Youmeng's shoulders with both hands, as if he noticed her tension, and then slowly slipped from her shoulders until he hugged her waist, and then wrapped her whole body in his arms.

His face was lowered, with the tip of his nose facing the tip of his nose. The two looked at each other in close proximity, but they couldn't see each other clearly.

Under the slight light of the spark, the outlines outlined on their side turned into beautiful silhouettes in the backlight. He opened his lips and said softly and charmingly: "I think we should do something more romantic, don't let down the beautiful scenery at this time."
Chapter completed!