Xu Qiao felt that she was about to drown in the sauna.

For countless moments, she seemed not to be on a yacht, but just on a thin boat, drifting with the flow.

The tide was rising and falling, and from time to time, he passed by the boat, swallowing and submerging her. After she screamed and collapsed, she was still alive and allowed her to breathe.

The warm sea water rose higher and higher, and she trembled gently in the repeated turbulences, as if she had become a fish that was hypoxia and lost water.

Two contradictory complexes pulled her soul, half of which was empty desire and half of unbearable requests for help, which made her look up in an attempt to surface, and she was unable to settle down.

Until the wooden house, the harsh prompt bell of the timer suddenly rang.

She suddenly opened her eyes from the chaos and saw Cheng Lang kneeling devoutly in front of the wooden chair, slowly straightening her back, and looking up at her.

His forehead was thundering, his temples were sweating like rain, and his breathing was even more chaotic than hers.

As if the tight string was broken by this scene, the white light exploded in front of her eyes, and her waist and back suddenly arched into an arc. Then, she collapsed from the wooden chair and fell into his arms.

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On the way back to the room, Xu Qiao stayed in Cheng Lang's arms and closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

When he stuffed her into the bed, kissed her on the forehead, and turned around and left, he quietly opened his eyes.

At this glance, Cheng Lang walked to the door wearing a wet sweat-drying suit and brought it to the door.

Just after coming out of the sauna, he took her to the bathroom to shower, and he was also splashed.

Xu Qiao took the quilt and breathed gently. After a moment of silence, she still couldn't calm down. She covered her face and sent out a series of non-human onomatopoeia.

Cheng Lang did fulfill his promise of not doing it to the end, and his sweat-steamed clothes were intact in the end. But these various tricks seemed to be more ashamed than the so-called "doing to the end".

She must have been fainted, so she would be at his mercy.

But I can't say anything about him, after all, she enjoys more after careful calculations.

Xu Qiao patted her hot cheeks and flew around the quilt for a few times, and her calf suddenly had cramps.

Probably it's been hanging for too long.

She held her legs and hissed and inhaled. When she recovered, her mind gradually calmed down.

After lying for a while, she got up from the quilt and began to think about why Cheng Lang hadn't come back yet.

It shouldn't take so long to take a shower...

Xu Qiao felt like a scumbag who ran away after having fun. She felt relieved and didn't ask her if she needed a courtesy - although he would definitely say no, she pretended to be dead, and she was a little disappointed when she thought about it.

Xu Qiao frowned and was hesitating whether to go to the bathroom to look for Cheng Lang when he suddenly heard the door knocking.

It is not the frequency of "knocking one beat, and knocking two beats" used by waiters, that is Cheng Lang.

She plunged into the quilt and turned around, and sure enough, she heard someone opening the door and coming in.

The footsteps were getting closer and the edge of the bed fell, so Cheng Lang sat down.

A laughter came from the top of my head: "Get up and drink some water."

Xu Qiao closed his eyes and ignored him.

"Be good," Cheng Lang reached out to her cheek, "It is not good for the body and skin if you don't replenish enough water."

She opened her eyes in despair and crawled up. When she saw him, her mind was like a movie was playing, and she quickly looked away from her eyes.

Cheng Lang rubbed her hair and fed the glass with warm water to her mouth.

After dipping in water, she realized that she was really thirsty and drank half a cup of Gudong.

"Do you still want it?" Cheng Lang asked when she stopped.

She shook her head.

Cheng Lang put the cup on the bedside table, wiped off the water stains on the corner of her mouth with his fingertips, and raised his chin: "Can I come up?"

There is no need to ask about this kind of thing at home. He is taking care of her unrest yet.

When Xu Qiao was satisfied, he was no longer worried. He moved to the side and generously patted the bed.

Cheng Lang sat up, leaned against the pillow, took her into his arms, stroked her shoulders, lowered his head and asked, "Are you tired?"

She looked up at him: "I didn't spend any effort, so I should ask you this?"

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and did not answer.

Xu Qiao poked his waist: "Are you exhausted when you speak?"

"Want me to tell the truth?"

Xu Qiao looked up and met his gaze, feeling that his question was not a "truth warning", but a "slut warning".

Just as she was about to give him a fork, she signaled him to stop talking, and he lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Will you feel tired from eating delicious food?"

"..." She was seriously concerned about whether he was tired or not. Who asked him if he was delicious!

Xu Qiao glared at him.

Cheng Lang smiled and continued the second half: "Of course, your body is not tired, but your heart is still a little tired."

Xu Qiao's aura became weaker: "Why are you tired..."

"What do you think?"

Xu Qiao felt that he had guessed correctly, and he must have been working hard in the bathroom just now.

She cleared her throat embarrassedly: "Can you ask me for help."

"How to help?" Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows.

"Just..." Xu Qiao shook his hand weakly, "This, don't you use this too?"

"I'm afraid I'll be tired of you." Cheng Lang held her hand and tightened her five fingers. "Don't just mess around with the painting hands, just be comfortable."

"..." Xu Qiao looked at him, "I said you feel comfortable? Why do you still force your head to press it comfortably!"

"Oh," Cheng Lang nodded thoughtfully, "Is that uncomfortable?"

Xu Qiao humbly put his eyes aside and refused to speak.

Cheng Lang seemed very satisfied with her reaction and hugged her tighter: "Be good, you want it, you can do it every day."

Xu Qiao's cheeks were hot, but his heart was a little sweet. Finally, he admitted his credit and turned his head and pecked his lips gently: "Thank you for your hard work, husband."

"No hard work, serve the baby."

Xu Qiao leaned into his arms with a smile: "Then I won't make you tired next time."

"Hmm? What's next time?"

Xu Qiao saw through his knowingly asked questions and didn't tell them. He compared the "little box" gesture with his index finger and thumb: "There's a time."

Cheng Lang's eyes moved slightly: "I really want to?"

"I have kissed you all, and I still ask such nonsense!" Xu Qiao glanced at him.

"Then..." Cheng Lang said long, "It's better to hit the day than choose a day?"

Xu Qiao was stunned: "Didn't you say there was no preparation on the yacht?"

"I really didn't prepare." Cheng Lang nodded.

"Then, are you going to let the helicopter airdrop family planning supplies on this sea?" She was shocked and suddenly realized that Cheng Lang's work was not impossible. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that he was planning.

Then wouldn't she become a woman who has been recorded in history in the presidential circle?

Cheng Lang was amused by her wild thoughts, and his shoulders trembled: "This situation may be a bit too big, I'm afraid of disturbing the border."

"Then what are you thinking?"

"I mean, I didn't prepare it specifically, but there may be employees on the boat." Cheng Lang explained.

"They will be on the boat..."

"No, it's used as a survival tool in the wild. Some crew members will habitually carry it with them in case of emergency."

"That thing can also be used as a survival tool in the wild?"

Xu Qiao had a sense of novelty that had increased his knowledge, and he was entangled with Cheng Lang, asking what kind of usefulness it could come in.

Cheng Lang patiently listed several usages with her and briefly explained the principles. As he spoke, he saw that she looked "so interesting and fun", completely deviated from the track and forgot about the seriousness, so he stopped and asked, "So should we use its original function tonight?"

Xu Qiao burped.

The saying "next time" is like the Chinese often say "I'll go to my house for dinner next time". She said casually, letting go of bold words and ambitions first, and then talking about what happened in the future. She didn't know that Cheng Lang could really make a trick.

With a hint of luck, she coughed and said, "You go and ask if there is any!"

Cheng Lang turned his head and pressed the walkie-talkie.

Xu Qiao listened to his simple and rough begging with blushing face. Sometimes when he heard it, his scalp felt numb.

Five minutes later, a crew member knocked on the door and brought a stack of small boxes.

Xu Qiao was dumbfounded: "This is too much, what are you treating us!"

Cheng Lang picked up the box and looked around: "Don't be nervous, I just collected different models."
To be continued...