"..." Then they are quite considerate.

Xu Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth and saw Cheng Lang throwing a stack of boxes into the bedside table drawer, leaving only one box to remove.

She glanced at the size and blinked.

He seemed very confident!

What kind of romantic waves are the waves that beat the waves.

Xu Qiao stared at him and slowly shrank to the corner of the bed.

Cheng Lang looked at her in a funny way: "It's just such a big place, why are you hiding?"

——

In the vast sea, there is a lonely sail, so Xu Qiao certainly has nowhere to escape.

Soon, she seemed to have returned to the sauna. The air around her was heavy, and the entire cabin was filled with a lingering atmosphere.

I don’t know whether it’s people shaking or boats swaying, the chandeliers on the ceiling swaying, and the lights on all sides intertwined, like breathing in the room.

The quilt was rolled to one side, and the wetness gradually became heavier. At some point, a depressing sound rang out in the room, like a sob and a crying.

The moonlight was like water, illuminating the shadows on the wall, as if whispering some comforting words.

Then the choking dissipated, and replaced it with a gentle and humming.

The weather forecast said that it was sunny at the sea tonight, but Xu Qiao heard the storm of the shore, the storm, and all the dangerous and romantic messages about the sea.

Flying flowers chasing the waves.

She floated like a kite in his arms.

——

As the long night passed, the golden sunrise shone into the cabin, Xu Qiao woke up in Cheng Lang's arms in a daze.

As soon as she moved, he immediately opened his eyes, looked down at her, looked at the sunlight outside the window, and said apologetically: "I forgot to pull the curtains last night."

It is normal to forget these details if you make a fuss like that.

Xu Qiao wanted to say "It's okay", but as soon as she said it, she found that her voice was hoarse, as if it was worn by coarse sand, and she shut her mouth in shame.

"Blame me." Cheng Lang lowered his head and kissed her with a dragonfly, "I'll get up and pour you a glass of water."

Xu Qiao shook her head and hugged his waist tightly: "I don't want to drink water."

Cheng Lang smiled and covered the back of her hand with his palm: "Do you don't want to drink water, or do you don't want to be separated from me?"

"Just know it in your heart!" Xu Qiao glared at him, leaning on him and refused to let go. It seemed that after last night, he had developed an extreme dependence on his body. If he didn't stick to him, he felt something was missing and he felt uncomfortable all over.

Cheng Lang stroked her long hair scattered on the pillow and was about to say that he could carry her to pour water when he suddenly remembered something: "Baby, did you hold your handkerchief last night?"

Xu Qiao was stunned and raised her head: "Hey, it seems that there is no one."

Because of this strange discovery, the story behind the handkerchief seemed to be less sad. She said magically: "In the past, I used to hold a handkerchief because I was in the same bed with my mother when I was a child. I was used to holding the corner of her clothes to fall asleep every day. In this way, I would know it as soon as possible when she got up early in the morning and went to sea. Later, my mother was gone and it was not so good to hold a piece of clothing in her body, so I used a handkerchief instead."

"Did you sleep well if you didn't have a handkerchief last night?" Cheng Lang asked.

She looked at him and nodded: "I realized it was just now."

Cheng Lang smiled: "It seems that we can change our new favorite?"

"Smell!" Xu Qiao smiled and punched him, remembered something, observed his face, and found that his forehead was dry and he was not sweating. "Then did you get sick last night?"

Cheng Lang seemed to be stunned, and slowly shook his head: "It should be no."

"So I'll cure you!" Xu Qiao turned over and got up excitedly, touching the pain, and said with a bitter face, "This is a bit expensive..."

Cheng Lang smiled and took her into his arms: "Baby, thank you for your hard work."

Xu Qiao hugged him with satisfaction: "Don't work hard, serve my husband."

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