eleven
On the ship.
Zongde called for dinner and opened the door to enter the room. I saw Qiuping sitting on a wooden chair with her chin resting on her hands thinking about her thoughts. Seeing Zongde coming in, she stood up and turned around. Qiuping was wearing the clothes Zongde bought for her, which made her look more charming.
"Junye, I really trouble you." Qiuping said regretfully.
"Qiu Ping, don't call me'junye' in the future, okay?" Zong De said.
"Wow, you are the army master, we are all going to call such officers like you." Qiuping replied.
"I don't like this name, and I don't like hearing it from your mouth." Zongde said.
"What's that called?" Qiuping asked.
"Called'Brother'." Zong De said.
"Oh, then I dare not call." Qiuping said in surprise.
"Why?" Zongde asked.
"I never called it that way." Qiuping said.
"Why don't you dare to call?" Zongde asked.
"I'm not sure." Then he said shyly: "Speaking of which, I really have a brother, but my brother, how can you be a hero, Ying-" Qiuping said this, shyly With a low face, he didn't say any more.
"What's'ying'?" Zongde asked with a smile in pursuit.
"Ying, handsome!" As he said, he twisted his head and covered his face with both hands.
"What do men want to be handsome? You are a real beauty!" Zongde praised.
"I'm ugly, I'm ugly!" Qiuping said, still covering her face with both hands.
"Really, let me take a closer look." Zongde held Qiuping's wrist, separated her face-protecting hand, and said with a smile: "Look, this is a mortal person, my sister is clearly The fairy is going down here!"
"I don't deserve to be your sister, let alone a fairy." Qiuping said inferiorly.
"In my eyes, you are a fairy and my fairy sister. Call me brother, hurry up." Zongde urged.
"I can't say it." Qiuping said shyly.
"You can scream with your eyes closed, scream!" Zongde laughed.
"Brother—" Qiuping bent over, lowered her head, and finally closed her eyes and cried out softly under Zongde's urging.
"Hey!" Zong De took the opportunity to lift Qiuping up, responded to Qiuping's blushing face, and said softly and affectionately: "Sister, my dear sister."
Zongde's affection, Qiuping hugged Zongde's waist tightly with excitement. She raised her head and said affectionately: "Is this a dream?"
Zong De held Qiuping tightly in his arms and kissed passionately.