Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

e breakfast.
What do you want to eat?”

Cheng Chu followed her footsteps, “I want to drink seafood congee, how do I make it? Can you teach me?”

“Of course, come to the kitchen and I'll teach you.
It's easy to make.” 

Seafood congee was indeed not difficult.
First, peel the fresh shrimp and marinate it with salt.
Then, fry the shrimp heads in the pot to extract the shrimp oil.
Add the soft and tender white rice porridge to the marinated shrimp meat and shrimp oil.
Finally, sprinkle some salt and shredded cabbage for seasoning, and it's ready to serve.

Cheng Chu had never cooked before, but she wasn't clumsy. 

After Mrs.
Song explained it once, she was able to cook it perfectly.

The aroma of the congee in the clay pot was enticing, and Cheng Chu filled half a pot and brought it upstairs.
The fragrance diffused in the room was a pleasant citrus scent, mingling with the freshness of the morning dew after the rain. 

The young man slept in a very disciplined posture, as if even in his dreams he was constrained.
He lay flat, with the sheets neatly tucked in. 

The morning light shone in, and Cheng Chu squatted by the window, propping up her head to look at him. 

The sleeping young man seemed to have shed his tough exterior, and the dark long lashes cast a shadow of blue.
His features relaxed, with a gentle ripple, devoid of his usual coldness. 

The morning sun was gentle, and he seemed to be immersed in a beautiful dream, with a smile on his face and a few murmurs from his lips. 

Cheng Chu leaned in.

His slightly hoarse voice, like an electric current, entered her ears. 

“Chuchu…” 

Cheng Chu's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the young man's face, which was so close to her.
She couldn't help but reach out her hand.
In the garden, cicadas chirped incessantly. 

The young man, with his dark and stern eyes, opened them in the next second.

Cheng Chu quickly withdrew her hand, stood up, and looked at the slightly drowsy eyes of the young man. 

She said uneasily, “Good morning, it's time for breakfast.”

The sleepiness that still lingered in his eyes dissipated as soon as he saw the girl. 

Gu Miao panicked and sat up, curling his long body in the corner of the bed.

“It's okay, my bed is comfortable, right?” Cheng Chu smiled, “Some people were still stubbornly refusing to sleep last night.”

A rush of heat spread from his ears to his neck, and the young man felt the special reaction of his body in the early morning.
He wished he could just faint right now.

“I, I, I…” He stuttered, afraid that the girl would see, and turned to face the corner of the wall. 

“What are you doing?” Cheng Chu looked at the young man who was facing the wall in reflection, curious.

A few strands of breeze drifted into the room from the window, and the young man's back instantly stiffened.

“Can you, uh, step out for a moment? I need to freshen up,” he said, immediately regretting his words.
This was her room, who was he to ask her to leave?

A sudden realization dawned on Cheng Chu, and her face turned red.

“I'll step out first, call me when you're done,” she said, darting out of the room.

Outside, the sun was shining and birds were chirping.

With the absence of the girl's presence, the young man's body stiffened, and he let out a sigh.

He was supposed to leave last night, but the girl had held onto him with her bright peach blossom eyes, as if there were stars twinkling in them.

“It's late now, and there are no cars outside.
Are you going to walk back?” The boy had planned to refuse, but seeing the girl's puffed-up cheeks, he swallowed his words.

The girl looked up and said, “You can sleep in my bed, we'll talk about the rest tomorrow.”

“No,” he blushed and stubbornly shook his head.

How could he sleep in her bed?

“But the guest room is usually where my sister sleeps.
Do you want to sleep in a bed that she's slept in?” The girl said, still pouting.

He continued to shake his head, stumbling over his words, “No, no.”

“Then go to sleep, quickly,” Cheng Chu pushed him onto the bed.

The bed was soft and sinking, but Gu Miao struggled to get up as if he had been electrocuted.

The girl held him down by the shoulders, towering over him, “If you sleep in my bed, I'll reward you with a goodnight kiss.”

Goodnight kiss? For a moment, Gu Miao's mind went blank and numb.
When he came to his senses, he found himself already tucked into bed.

The sweet scent of the girl filled his nostrils, and the blanket was light and soft, but it made his heart melt.

“Go to sleep obediently,” she said.

He was too weak to resist and surrendered, no longer struggling.

The evening breeze was cool, but the blanket was warm.

The girl's beautiful face slowly approached, and finally kissed him on the cheek.

“Goodnight,” she whispered.

The boy's Adam's apple bobbed rapidly.

He felt like he was not only trapped in the soft blanket, but also in the girl's heart.

The light was quietly turned off, and the door clicked shut.

The room was dark, but the fire in the boy's heart burned wildly, spreading throughout his body without restraint. 

Today felt like a dream.
In the darkness, the young man lay stiff, afraid to close his eyes for fear that everything would disappear like a bubble. 

The rain had started again, trickling onto the balcony. 

It wasn't until the faint light of dawn appeared on the horizon that Gu Miao finally couldn't resist closing his eyes. 

The author has something to say: 

Gu Miao: I dare not fall asleep, afraid that everything is just an illusion.