Yan Qing didn't expect Zhan Wuyou to have such an extraordinary skill.
He is not a person with a strong appetite, but the barbecue on this table suits his appetite, no matter whether it is salty or flavorful.
Zhan Wuyou stopped after eating some toast and vegetables.
Now she was sitting on one side, propping her cheek, looking at him with a smile.
The steward brought a few freshly chopped coconuts.
Zhan Wuyou neatly took a tool to pierce the hole, inserted the straw and put it at Yan Qing's hand, with a virtuous and gentle tone, "Is it enough? Do you want to bake some more?"
"Enough." Yan Qing finished eating the last skewer of grilled pork belly, and wiped the corners of her mouth gracefully.
He was soothed by the delicious food, and his face softened a lot.
And he vaguely figured out the most suitable way for the two of them to get along.
When Zhan Wuyou asked him if he was full, the subtext also wanted to hear that he cared about himself.
Yan Qing tried to respond, "You didn't eat much just now, so let the kitchen cook some noodles for you?"
The smile on Zhan Wuyou's face really looked better, and his body was softly attached to Yan Qing's side, "Enough."
As she spoke, she raised her shoulders slightly, and pecked Yan Qing on the mouth as if rewarding her.
Yan Qing pursed her lips, and there was a warm smile in her eyes.
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"Walk with me?" Zhan Wuyou glanced vaguely at Yan Qing's flat belly.
He roasted enough this time, and he was afraid that this person's appearance would be plain, but he was actually a little bit overwhelmed.
With that thought in mind, she got up and turned around to reach out to him.
Yan Qing cast her eyes on the hand in front of her.
The hands in front of him are clean and tender, and the fingertips are still stained with the smell of spices due to prolonged contact with the barbecue material.
Very light, especially smokey.
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Yan Qing stretched out her hand to hold it.
His hand was completely bigger than Zhan Wuyou's, and when he held it, it almost wrapped his entire hand in his palm.
Yan Qing didn't know what to think, and squeezed lightly.
The hand feel is better than expected, thin but not sticky, very soft.
He had never paid so much attention to a person's hand, nor had he found the palm of an adult to be cute to him.
This feeling is very novel.
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Zhan Wuyou saw that the man held his hand but didn't intend to get up, so he couldn't help pulling him up, and said with a smile, "Master, do you want to have some roasted chicken feet?"
Yan Qing thought about it seriously, "Tomorrow."
Zhan Wuyou was happy, "The housekeeper has to prepare it in advance, marinate it earlier, it will be more delicious." As he spoke, his eyes quickly looked at the hands of the two who were holding each other.
Yan Qing didn't let go, he took advantage of the situation to hold back.
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Zhan Wuyou proposed to walk, and he really walked slowly along the beach.
The Filipino maid and the housekeeper had already rushed back to Zhan Wuyou, and now they were the only two left strolling slowly on the beach.
The island is very quiet at night.
There is the sound of lapping waves in my ears, and occasionally there are two birds and insects.
Comfortable and appropriate, it relaxes the nerves.
Yan Qing hadn't experienced this kind of simple walk for many years, and her usually stern eyebrows became softer.
"Master." Just as the two of them walked to a slightly bright place, Zhan Wuyou suddenly raised the hand they held and asked, "Are you in love with me?"
Yan Qing made a wrong step, and almost became the same hands and feet.
In order to conceal the awkwardness at that moment, he stood still and looked at Zhan Wuyou with serious eyes.
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Zhan Wuyou looked at him with a smile, and said in a soft voice, "I like you very much, what about you? Do you like me?"
I like it, of course I like it.
But Zhan Wuyou obviously didn't like the tone of an obedient pet when he asked.
Yan Qing thought about it seriously.
After sending Zhan Wuyou away, his mood became abnormal. After the boy with white disease appeared, he was sore and jealous, and then he came to the island and calmed down after seeing Zhan Wuyou.
This has obviously told me the answer.
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He looked at Zhan Wuyou, and said in a rhetorical tone, "I like you."
The content is affirmative.
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Zhan Wuyou's heart skipped a beat, coaxingly, "How much do you like it?"
Yan Qing's face was solemn, this time she was extremely confirmed, "I like it very much."
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But Zhan Wuyou suddenly let go of their hands, and took two steps back.
Yan Qing looked at him because he didn't understand.
Zhan Wuyou gave him a huge smile, and then rushed over quickly.
When approaching him, the whole person jumped up lightly, rushing towards his chest like a small firecracker.
Yan Qing subconsciously opened her arms and hugged the person who bumped into her tightly.
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Zhan Wuyou hugged Yan Qing's neck tightly with his hands, his two long legs were wrapped around Yan Qing's waist, the corners of his mouth were raised high, and his whole body was filled with excitement.
"You like me!" He straightened up and kissed Yan Qing's forehead several times.
Say one sentence after each kiss, "Like me, you like me. You like me!"
Such heightened emotions are especially contagious.
The corners of Yan Qing's lips raised unconsciously, and her hands firmly held Zhan Wuyou's buttocks, "So happy?"
"Happy!" Zhan Wuyou pressed his forehead against Yan Qing's, staring at him closely, "I'm so happy."
Yan Qing couldn't understand his excitement, "Just because I said, I like you?"
"En!" Zhan Wuyou nodded vigorously.
Yan Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, "You like me so much?"
"I like you, I love you." Zhan Wuyou lowered his head and kissed Yan Qing's mouth.
The two kissed in this position for a minute. In the end, Zhan Wuyou felt that his waist was too hurt, so he climbed off Yan Qing. But the whole person stuck to him tightly. The eyes are shining.
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After the two returned to the room, Zhan Wuyou's excitement was still there.
After Yan Qing ate the smell of barbecue, she prepared to take a shower when she returned to the house.
Zhan Wuyou didn't want to be too far away from him, so he squeezed into the bathroom.
Yan Qing took a bath while he brushed his teeth.
With a toothbrush stuffed in his mouth, his eyes were fixed on Yan Qing in the mirror.
Yan Qing had already taken off her shirt, and now her hands were on the buttons of her trousers.
'Nibbling'.
The sound of the buttons being opened was obviously very small, but Zhan Wuyou felt that he heard it for real, especially when the zipper slid down and the whole trouser legs came out.
'Grunt', he swallowed a mouthful of toothpaste.
"Master," Zhan Wuyou's voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes turned around between his legs, and then fell back on Yan Qing's face, "Wash together, okay?"
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The gun went off, and the two came and went in the bathroom.
After cleaning up and being put on the bed by Yan Qing, Zhan Wuyou took Yan Qing's hand and said softly, "I want to tell you a story."
"Bedtime story?" Yan Qing had already picked up the book in the bedside table and was reading, but after hearing this, she put the book back, sat on the bedside seriously, and looked at Zhan Wuyou.
Zhan Wuyou lay on his side and looked at him, "Do you believe that people have past lives?"
"Past life and present life?" Mr. Yan sometimes glanced at the latest popular TV series.
Zhan Wuyou smiled, sat up from the bed, and straddled Yan Qing's waist.
Yan Qing looked at him with raised eyebrows.
This pose is not suitable for storytelling.
Thinking of this, Zhan Wuyou pressed his upper body against him.
He rested his head on Yan Qing's heart, listening to the beating sound of 'Boom, Boom, Boom' there.
Slowly said, "I dreamed about our previous life."
"Oh?" This story is new.
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[The author has something to say]: Zhan Wuyou: To be honest, I took over the Yan family in my previous life.
Yan Qing:? ? Where have I been