If The Moon Won't Hold You

Chapter 17: Deflowering

After exiting the door of Xin's house, a biting cold wind blew in, Cen Ning trembled, and her thoughts calmed down.

The two walked one after the other on the way home, and Cen Ning slightly raised her head to see the tall and upright back in front of her. She remembered the scene just now, remembered him holding her eyes and taking her out of the room. Appearance, began to be embarrassed again at a loss.

But while embarrassing, she would wonder curiously, did he... have seen it. As soon as this idea came out, Cen Ning pressed it down hard, but the impact was too great, the less she thought about it, the more likely she was to fall into it.

Oh, why don't you think that there are some of these, he is not Tang Zheng's group of unscrupulous people, he would not watch it, he was not in the room just now, was he!

Yes, that's it!

"What do you think." Suddenly, a soft voice came from words and deeds.

Cen Ning hurriedly shook her head: "No! I didn't think about anything!"

What is meant to cover up?

This is.

He took a breath of words and deeds, and dragged Tang Zheng's gang out in his heart, Ling Chi again: "I didn't think of anything that could be so distracted, where did you see the road?"

Cen Ning looked around, only to realize that she had reached the corner, and she rushed forward stupidly, "Ah... I'm sorry."

Cen Ning hurriedly turned around and walked home. She walked quickly, and the little figure disappeared in an instant, as if she was avoiding something.

Words and deeds: "..."

On the night of New Year’s Eve, Zhang Ziyi invited Cen Ning out to set off fireworks. They said they were fireworks, but they were actually small cold fireworks such as star sticks and fairy sticks.

It was snowing this night, and the clearing was wrapped in silver, as if the whole world was white, and the snowflakes drifted down slowly, to the tops of the trees, to the clothes, to the hair...it should have been. The cold night, but because of a destined lively festival, it is not so scary.

The night is dotted, the open space is full of laughter, and the stars are waving fairy sticks.

"Ningning, come here! My fire is out! Help me light this one!" The **** the steps shouted.

Cen Ning's eyebrows were slightly bent, and he ran over with the fairy stick that was still flashing, letting Zhang Ziyi borrow the fire.

"Hey, Zhang Ziyi!"

The two girls who were lighting up heard the reputation, only to see a boy in the courtyard who was one year younger than them threw a snowball over, Zhang Ziyi couldn't dodge, and his forehead was smashed.

"Hahahahahaha—" The boys over there let out a burst of laughter, words and deeds were also there, he saw Zhang Zi squatting down and squeezing a snowball, and he quickly picked up a ready to attack.

"Damn, smashing grandma, you are all dead, right?" Zhang Ziyi was not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he threw two of them hard.

"Just die, you are here, what can you do!"

"Come here for you!"

"No, no..."

After coming and going, somehow they "played" a snowball. Xue Xiaoxiao, who was playing fireworks beside him, was accidentally injured by Zhang Ziyi, and he angrily fell into the ranks of people.

Cen Ning was a little dazed, but she had been assigned to "Zhang Ziyi" for a long time, so everyone attacked Zhang Ziyi at the same time.

Zhang Ziyi: "Ningning! Quick! Make snowballs! See if I don't kill them!"