The man gently held her little hand, with a faint smile on his face: "Let's go for a walk together."
The voice was slow and faint, with a slight sultry arc.
Song Yi felt that one day she would die drunk in his voice, no matter what he said, the voice was always so nice.
Song Yi clenched his big hand tightly, feeling an unprecedented sense of stability, and never had the feeling of staying with him with peace of mind.
Anyway, he has already arrived in the middle of the sea, so there is no need to worry that he will be called away by a phone call.
She looked at Tang Si's shoulder, the whole body was almost lazily leaning on him, as if he had no bones.
He asked slowly, "Why is the throat so long?"
The two walked in the corridor of the yacht, the sea breeze was blowing, and Tang Si walked outside, shielding her from the wind.
Hearing Song Yi's voice, Tang Si smiled vaguely: "What?"
"The voice is so nice." Song Yi muttered, "I love you to death."
While speaking, he held his hand tightly, not wanting to let go.
How can this man be so good everywhere.
"Tang Si." Song Yi called him.
Tang Si looked at the endless seaside, the wind blew his hair a little messy, listening to Song Yi's voice.
The man chuckled and replied, "Yes."
"Tang Si." She called him again.
"Yeah." He responded tirelessly.
"Tang Si." Song Yi called him again.
This time Tang Si couldn't help but chuckled, and squeezed her little cheek with the other hand: "You are called Hun?"
"Is it owed, huh?"
Song Yi raised her head and stared at his face: "I just want to call you."
For no reason, she just wanted to call him by his name. In the past, the word Tang Si was a bit far away for her.
But now, right in front of her eyes, the person was hers too.
Tang Si stared at her, from Song Yi's angle, he was behind the light, so he couldn't see his face clearly, the whole face was blurred, but the outline was very beautiful.
"Call." Tang Si turned his eyes away, looked at the road ahead, and chuckled hoarsely: "Is it better for brother to speak, or is it better to breathe?"
Song Yi wasn't shy at all: "They all sound nice."
"You can't talk to me out of breath all the time, can you?"
Tang Si snorted and laughed: "Brother doesn't have asthma."
Song Yi was amused: "Go sit on the deck."
There are many people on the deck. At the end of the corridor, there are pictures of the captain and the crew.
Tang Si tilted his head and took a look.
Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes. This photo had been changed. When he first boarded the ship, the captain's photo was not this person.
"Look at what?" Song Yi followed his gaze.
"Look at the captain's photo." Tang Si replied truthfully.
deck.
Not only they are a couple, but those couples are taking pictures with their mobile phones.
Song Yi looked at them: "So happy."
Tang Si rested his hands on the railing, followed the men and women taking pictures, and slowly raised the corners of his lips: "How happy?"
He changed his clothes, wearing a short black jacket with a simple style, a pair of light gray sports trousers on his lower body, and a pair of AJs under his feet.
The sunglasses were pinned to the pocket of the coat, and a watch was on his hand, with a small and seductive smile on his face.
The whole person is calm and introverted, with a bit of savagery, while speaking, his Adam's apple slides slowly, and his voice is deep and sexy.
Song Yi just looked at him like this, and felt that he was not surprised at all. Although he was casual and lazy, with a wild smile, he always had a kind of arrogance and nobility that others could not match, the kind that was carved in his bones.
This outfit also gave him a youthful look, unlike a 28-year-old, like a savage young man.
Song Yi turned around, facing the sea, the sea breeze blowing her loose hair, with a satisfied smile on her lips: "But I think I am the happiest. I am very happy with you."
Tang Si tilted his head and looked at the side face of the little woman. The curve was soft and charming, facing the light and the wind, her skin was unbelievably delicate.
He laughed lowly: "I'm afraid I haven't done well enough."
"Very good." Song Yi stared at his face, stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand to pull him down, and lightly pecked his thin lips: "It's good if it makes me feel happy and sweet." gone."
"Really?" Tang Si laughed: "Then who is happier between the two of us?"
This is a question worth pondering.
She turned her head and met the man's peachy eyes: "What do you think?"
"Me." Tang Si replied with a low smile.
Because without him, people like Song Yi can find their own happiness.
But he is different, Song Yi is a rare woman, she is as bright as a little sun, she can understand everything clearly, and she is smart enough.
He might not be able to meet Song Yi.
Song Yi couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and the charming eyes seemed to crush the sunlight, and it fell on him: "What's wrong?"
He said: "Like sunlight carved into a dark soul, from then on the soul is born toward the sun."
Song Yi squinted her eyes: "It's so cool, Officer Tang."
"Why do you say I'm so great?"
Tang Si raised the corners of his lips, hooked her shoulders, and hugged her into his arms. His voice was soft enough to be heard by her: "It's great in the first place."
Otherwise, he should have died long ago.
Song Yi took Tang Si to take pictures, and took several pictures. No matter what pose he took, he was very cooperative.
He is very photogenic, but no matter how good-looking the photos are, they are not as good-looking as the person himself.
Song Yi stared at those intimate group photos, and only then did she have a feeling of traveling between couples, a feeling of falling in love.
Go to various places to play and take all kinds of sweet photos.
There is no difference between them and other couples. There are many ways to be happy, and they are just one of thousands of forms of love.
"Look at his boyfriend, and then at you." Suddenly, a woman's voice came from beside him: "Look at how well he dresses up and spoils his girlfriend. I'll tell you to take a photo and keep up with Mount Everest. .”
The woman's boyfriend glanced at Tang Si, his eyes were particularly displeased, as if he was saying, why are you so good-looking
A strong smell of vinegar hits my face.
Song Yi laughed out loud: "Is this the first time for you to be attacked because of your appearance?"
Tang Si didn't pay much attention to that look at all, with a slight smile on his lips: "That's not true."
"I'm so handsome, men and women all covet it."
Song Yi: "Do you want to be ashamed?"
"Yes." Tang Si smiled faintly again: "My face is so handsome."
"Let's go quickly." Song Yi pulled Tang Si: "If you stand here for a while, they will probably come over and fight you."
Tang Si raised his eyebrows: "Can't I beat him?"
"He can handle ten of them."