In fact, during those two days in Paris, the two of them spoke and behaved like a couple.
The two did not sail back that night, but spent the night on the sea.
In the dark sea, there was only the dim light in the yacht cabin.
Under the light, Elena was sweating profusely.
Luke smiled and grabbed the towel to wipe the sweat off her body. The little beauty felt comfortable and soon fell asleep.
She was too tired.
Only she knew what it felt like to be with a man whose physique was seven times that of an average person.
Many times, the little beauty had no other thoughts except murmuring calls to God, and her mind was blank.
Luke, however, was in high spirits.
He had great endurance and recovery ability. Elena was exhausted, but he was barely exhausted.
Lying on his side on the bed of the yacht, he looked at the dark night sky outside, holding the naked Elena in his arms.
Elena is not thin and doesn't exercise much. She is plump but not obese. When I hold her in my arms, she is like a ball of cotton.
Luke had something in his hand, and his heart was calm.
After a moment, he looked at Elena, and his hands moved a little more vigorously, with an obvious teasing tone.
This action only resulted in the little beauty murmuring twice, and she showed no intention of waking up at all.
Luke pulled his hand back and stood up quietly.
He walked out of the cabin, took the rope and some stones he brought on board during the day, sat on the sea fishing platform at the stern, and tied the "neatly arranged" garbage in the storage space to the stones one by one and threw them into the sea.
Half an hour later, Luke washed his whole body in the sea and then returned to the cabin to take a shower.
Curled up in the warm quilt, the sleeping Elena seemed to sense something, moved, and leaned her smooth body into his arms.
Luke smiled as he understood all the details. He felt more relaxed.
Therefore, the trend is set, it is inevitable, it is unstoppable, it is overwhelming...
After a while, the little beauty murmured: "Ah, your hair is so messy! Ah, be gentle, slower, slower..."
The yacht was calling softly, swaying slightly with the waves for a long, long time. (After repeated consideration, the plot of applauding for love can only be like this, and I dare not describe it in more detail)
After five days in Marseille, Elena felt both love and fear for Luke, both anticipation and terror.
But happy times are always short-lived, and soon it was time for Luke to return to Paris.
Tonight, he and Elsa will fly back to Los Angeles.
Elena had known about this for a long time, but the reluctance in her expression was still obvious.
The two returned to Paris, and Luke sent Elena home first. She was really tired after playing for so many days.
Luke himself went for a walk in Chinatown and finally returned to the apartment.
Elena had been sleeping in the small apartment for more than two hours at this time, but was interrupted by someone unscrupulously.
Sleeping naked is a good habit, and she has been sticking to it. Now it also makes it convenient for someone to come in uninvited.
Elena finally fell asleep again.
The two-hour farewell ceremony finally exhausted her energy.
Luke got up, took a shower in the small bathroom, and finally took out a small box and placed it on Elena's small table. There was a note under the box, and next to it was the key to the small apartment next door.
After giving the sleeping Elena a deep kiss again and receiving her dazed response, Luke got up, covered her with the quilt, closed the door and left.
It was another rainy day in Paris, but Luke was in a good mood.
Although I said goodbye to Elena, it was just like saying goodbye to Ximena. This is an inevitable journey in life and there is no need to be too sad.
It's enough that we had a great time together.
In this life, he has no plans to get married, and he doesn't even want to think about having a girlfriend.
With the system on his shoulders and unwilling to leave his life to God, it would be best for him to remain single.
He called Daniel for the last time, threw one thousand euros to him after he got in the car, then went to pick up Elsa, and the two of them headed straight for the airport.
Not long after, the two boarded the plane. Luke looked at Elsa, who was in good spirits, and said with a smile: "Haha, it seems that you had a good vacation."
Elsa glanced at him and said, "You are not as comfortable as me. You actually went to Marseille to play. You are really rich."
Luke shrugged. "The total cost for the five days was less than 3,000 Euros. It's my first time here, so I want to have a good time. It's normal. Besides, I don't spend much money normally, and it's not good to leave my salary in the bank and rot."
More importantly, there was a pile of cash in his storage space. Except for the 10,000 euros that he deliberately took out from his credit card to cover up his tracks, the rest were "souvenirs" of his trip to Paris.
Elsa: "Haha, your playmate is pretty good?"
Luke had nothing to hide, mainly because the two of them had gotten along very well since they became partners. Some partners in the police station even knew a little about what each other did with their wives at home.
He took out the digital camera and showed some photos to Elsa.
Elsa exclaimed in amazement: "This little sister is of good quality, and looks... very ladylike."
Luke chuckled: "She is a freshman at a private art academy, only 19 years old, and a very nice person!"
At this point, he squinted at Elsa and said, "What about you? You don't look like you've gained nothing."
Elsa thought about it, and finally took out an envelope from her bag and handed it to him: "Read it yourself, and don't make a fuss."
Luke looked at a few of them casually, then suddenly closed the photos and stuffed them back into the envelope.
Elsa was puzzled: "Is he ugly?" Otherwise, why would someone have such a weird expression.
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Elsa, you haven't seen this photo?"
Elsa shook her head. "It was taken with a Polaroid when we were together. I have a vague impression of it, so I didn't look at it."
Luke sighed: "Although, many partners are close to each other, it's not a big deal to see each other's privacy, but this is not what you want to show me."
Elsa knew something was wrong immediately. She quickly took out the stack of photos and quickly looked at a few of them. She was immediately embarrassed and stuffed the photos back. "Damn it, he took two photos when I wasn't paying attention. I'll burn them when I get back."
Luke thought about it and chuckled. "If it's a good memory, then it's okay to keep it. I have similar photos here too. I plan to keep them. They are worth my recollection, not to delete them casually."
The embarrassment on Elsa's face gradually faded.
When facing Luke, she felt more and more like she was facing someone of her own age, so she wasn't too embarrassed by the accidental disclosure of her privacy.
This topic was originally brought up by Luke. What he did with that girl was probably no more pure than what Elsa did.
After a moment of silence, Elsa nodded slightly: "Okay, you have a point. Wait, you didn't take the photo secretly when the girl wasn't paying attention, did you?"