The word "Xi" was swallowed by him. Xu Qiao reached out and pushed him, saying something vaguely, accusing him of killing her.

The sauna is stuffy, and the sea breeze at the vents is not enough to breathe.

Xu Qiao didn't know that Cheng Lang felt a sense of hypoxia and suffocation when he was sick in the past, which was far worse than the current environment.

He had long been used to this dizziness and was not affected by the high temperature at all. He picked up the person, kissed her gently, and gently pinched her chin to remind her to respond.

Xu Qiao was so drunk that he was stimulated by the temperature around him. He didn't know whether it was the boat floating or the person floating. The sweat-stewing suit on his body became loose while the sky was spinning.

Cheng Lang hugged the person in his arms, his eyes wandered through the misty water vapor in the wooden house. As the Adam's apple rolled, he leaned against her and said, "Baby, it's too hot..."

There is no reason why steaming sauna is not hot. But by his reminder, Xu Qiao felt more clearly that she was sweating profusely, and that gaze that was hotter than steam. She said dizzyly: "That..."

"Can you stop wearing it?" he asked softly.

Xu Qiao looked at him in confusion, and did not respond in a daze. He lowered his head until he raised his hand and his heart trembled.

She blocked him: "Wait!"

Cheng Lang stopped moving.

"There is nothing on the yacht, right?" Xu Qiao asked in fear.

Cheng Lang barely understood what she meant on the verge of collapse of reason: "No, so I won't do it to the end, okay?"

Xu Qiao was also blasting into a ball of fireworks and barely understood what he meant, silently, and let go of the hand that blocked him.
Chapter completed!