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Chapter 189 The Cool and Alluring Dancer

The moonlight is like water, the light like gauze.

They intertwined tightly and penetrated each other.

You are a strong tree, and I am the supple dodder.

Climb upwards in circles along the tree trunk.

The clothes on the ground, swaying in the gentle breeze, watched as a movement unfolded in the spring.

The cuffs of the shirt still bore faint brown stains from when I brewed coffee during the day.

The wind was now swirling around the hem of her moon-white cheongsam, as if gently touching the warmth of the embrace she had just shared.

The hem of the knitted cardigan brushed against the trousers, the soft rustling sound mingling with the slight swaying of the rattan table, becoming the only accompaniment in this quiet night.

Fingertips, turning white.

Breathing, disordered.

"Yun Shu, I feel like I'm dreaming."

Liu Yunshu chuckled softly and added it.

"And now?"

Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged, and people lost all sense of what the world was like.

Shirt: Master! I choose C for this question! A resounding C!

Pants: Master! I choose T for this question! A hard T, please!

Little Underwear: (ㅎ.ㅎ)……Then I choose CT!

Long skirts and panties: ⚆_⚆?

"This isn't a dream, Yunshu, I really have you now!"

Drops of sweat slid down Shen Moci's jawline, landing on Liu Yunshu's collarbone and splashing into tiny water droplets.

He looked down at the moonlight reflected in her eyes and his own reflection, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

Liu Yunshu raised her hand, her fingertips gently wiping away the sweat on his jawline, her fingertips brushing against his burning skin, a faint smile playing in her eyes.

"I told you long ago, it wasn't a dream."

As soon as she finished speaking, she tilted her head slightly, her lips brushing against his Adam's apple, with a hint of seduction.

Shen Moci froze, his arms tightening suddenly as he held her even closer, as if trying to meld her into his very bones.

The moonlight fell into his eyes, stirring up intense emotions.

Fueled by alcohol and possessiveness, his voice was hoarse and barely audible: "Yun Shu... let's continue!"

***

The next morning.

Morning light streamed through the window, casting dappled patterns of light on the bed.

Shen Moci propped his head up with one hand, gazing intently and fascinated at Liu Yunshu, who was fast asleep beside him.

Her long hair was scattered on the pillow, with a few stray strands clinging to her flushed cheeks.

Long eyelashes cast soft shadows under her eyelids, and even her breathing was as light as a feather.

The marks from last night were still visible on her neck; the pale pink marks stood out starkly in the morning light, causing his Adam's apple to bob involuntarily.

He gently brushed his fingertips through her hair, his movements so tender he was afraid of disturbing her dream.

Thinking of her appearance under the moonlight last night, her soft moans and her proactive embrace, my heart felt as if it had been soaked in honey, trembling with sweetness.

The leftover plum wine from last night was still on the bedside table.

The white roses beside the wine bottle, glistening with morning dew, remained vibrant, just like the person in his arms.

He picked up his phone from beside his pillow and took a picture of the two of them holding hands.

Her fingertips gently traced the intertwined hands on the screen, her eyes filled with an unyielding tenderness.

"What are you looking at?" Liu Yunshu rubbed her eyes and leaned closer to rest against his chest.

Shen Moci pulled her closer to his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Her voice was still hoarse from just waking up, but full of laughter: "Look at our hands clasped together."

Liu Yunshu followed his gaze to their clasped hands and gently hooked her fingertips around his palm.

Her eyes were still veiled with sleep, and her voice was soft: "Why are you taking pictures of this?"

"I want to post something on my WeChat Moments to announce my happiness."

Shen Moci lowered his head and planted a light kiss on the top of her head, gently tickling her palm with his fingertips, his tone filled with undisguised joy:

"I want everyone to know that I, Shen Moci, have someone I like, and... she is willing to stay by my side."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yunshu's sleepiness vanished, and she looked up into his gentle eyes, unable to suppress a soft laugh.

"So high-profile?"

"I want to be high-profile with you."

Shen Moci lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, his fingertips tracing the lines on her palm, his tone unusually serious.

I want to keep you by my side, yet I also want the whole world to know that you are mine.

As he spoke, he opened the WeChat Moments editing interface and posted a simple and straightforward caption: "Meeting you surpasses all the tenderness in the world."

I attached the photo of our hands clasped together and pressed send without hesitation.

The post on WeChat Moments had barely been up for a few minutes when the comment section exploded.

"Mo Ci, you're fast!"

"Mo Ci, when did this happen?"

……

As Shen Moci watched the rapidly refreshing comments section, his fingertips swiped across the screen, his smile impossible to hide.

Liu Yunshu leaned over to take a look and happened to catch a familiar note: "Lu Hengyan".

The other party only left three words: "See you when you get back home."

"What is this?" Liu Yunshu tapped the name on the screen with her fingertip, her voice still soft and sweet from the early morning.

"This is Ayan, my best brother."

Shen Moci lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his tone filled with anticipation.

"He's been filming abroad and said he wants to meet you when he gets back to China so you can give him your opinion."

Liu Yunshu raised an eyebrow, a sly glint in her eyes: "Oh? Is his judgment strict?"

"He's always been aloof and picky."

Shen Moci chuckled and gently brushed the tip of her nose with his fingertips.

"But I believe he will definitely like you too."

A cryptic smile flickered in Liu Yunshu's eyes. He'll definitely like me!

United States.

Lu Hengyan looked at the photos of their hands clasped together in his WeChat Moments, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the phone screen.

He was very familiar with Shen Moci's hands, and now he was examining his other hand.

This hand is fair and slender, with rounded knuckles that reveal a hint of bone.

Neatly trimmed nails with a subtle pink tint make them the ideal type for hand fetishists.

Lu Hengyan turned off his phone, picked up the coffee on the table, and took a sip.

He looked out the window at the night view, and a thought inexplicably flashed through his mind: "Not bad..."

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Leisurely time always passes quickly. That day, Liu Yunshu received a phone call informing her that she was going on a tour in a neighboring city.

"Are you going on a tour to a neighboring city? Do you want me to come with you?"

Shen Moci gripped Liu Yunshu's hand with his fingertips, his eyes revealing obvious reluctance.

He had just gotten used to her warmth by his side, and the thought of being apart for a few days made him feel like there was a piece of emptiness in his heart.

Liu Yunshu pinched his cheek, her fingertips touching his warm skin, a faint smile in her eyes.

"No need. The tour dates are unpredictable. What if it goes on for a long time? What will happen to your coffee shop?"

"Then it's okay if I close the door for a few days."

Shen Moci took her hand in his own, his fingertips repeatedly stroking her palm, his tone full of stubborn reluctance.

"I'd rather be with you than in a coffee shop."

Looking at the undisguised affection in his eyes, Liu Yunshu felt a surge of tenderness in her heart.

She leaned over and lightly pecked him on the corner of his lips, her voice gentle and coaxing:

"Sweetie, I'll be right back. If you close down, your regular customers will miss your hand-drip coffee."

Shen Moci's ears turned red from her kiss, but he still couldn't help but frown, "But..."

"Okay, okay~ I can't run away now."

Liu Yunshu curled her fingertips and rubbed them against his palm, her eyes filled with laughter.

"I send you videos every day and bring back sweet cakes from the neighboring city. They're from a long-established brand and they're really sweet."

Looking into the light in her eyes, Shen Moci's words of pleading turned into a soft sigh, and he gently clasped her hand with his fingertips.

"Then you must eat on time, and don't stay up late after the performance..."

Liu Yunshu nodded earnestly in agreement, gently poking his furrowed brows with her fingertip.

"I know, Mr. Shen is even more long-winded than my agent."

She deliberately dragged out her words, her eyes full of sly laughter, "But... I like listening to it."

Shen Moci's ears turned red from her blunt words, and his previously tense shoulders instantly relaxed.

He leaned down and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice tinged with a hint of grievance:

"I'm just worried you won't be able to take good care of yourself."

On the day of departure, Shen Moci got up early on purpose.

I made her favorite honey lemon water and packed some freshly made sandwiches, delivering them all the way to the airport.

Shen Moci waved as he watched her carry her luggage, then turned and walked into the security checkpoint.

Only after that moon-white hue completely disappeared into the crowd did he slowly withdraw his hand.

As the plane landed in the neighboring city, the evening glow was streaming through the portholes.

As soon as Liu Yunshu turned on her phone, she received a message from Shen Moci, along with a photo of a coffee shop.

Two untouched hand-drip cups sat on the bar counter, water droplets still clinging to the sides, accompanied by the caption, "Waiting for you to come back so we can drink together."

She chuckled softly and tapped her fingertips lightly on the screen to reply: "Okay, when I get back, I want to drink the one you cooked."

After sending the message, I put my phone away and walked out of the airport.