Xu Qiao felt like she was drowning in the sauna room.
For countless moments, she seemed not to be on a yacht, but just on a thin boat, drifting lightly with the current.
The ebb and flow of the tide, from time to time, overwhelmed the boat, engulfing her and submerging her, and then brought her back to life after she screamed and collapsed, allowing her to breathe.
The warm sea water wave after wave, she trembled in the turbulence again and again, as if she had become a fish deprived of oxygen and water.
Two contradictory complexes tugged at her soul, half of which was an empty longing, and the other half was an unbearable cry for help, which made her raise her head in a gesture of trying to surface, and the dust could not settle for a long time.
Until in the wooden house, the harsh reminder bell of the timer suddenly rang.
She suddenly opened her eyes from the chaos, and saw Cheng Lang kneeling piously in front of the wooden chair, slowly straightening up, looking up at her.
The veins on his forehead were throbbing, his temples were sweating profusely, and his breathing was more chaotic than hers.
As if the tension was broken by this scene, white light exploded in front of her eyes, and her back arched into an arc in an instant. Immediately afterwards, she collapsed from the wooden chair and fell into his arms.
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On the way back to her room, Xu Qiao lay in Cheng Lang's arms and closed her eyes, pretending to be dead.
When he tucked her into the bed, kissed her forehead, and turned to leave, she quietly opened her eyes.
At this glance, I saw Cheng Lang walking to the door in his wet sweat suit and closing the door behind him.
Just after coming out of the sauna, he took her to the bathroom to shower and splashed himself.
Xu Qiao held the quilt and breathed lightly. After a moment of silence, she still couldn't calm down. She covered her face and uttered a series of non-human onomatopoeia.
Cheng Lang did fulfill his promise not to go to the end, and his sweat suit was intact until the end. But these tricks seem to be more shameful than the so-called doing it to the end.
She must have been dizzy from the steam, so she was obsessed with being at his mercy.
But I can't say anything about him, after all, she enjoys more after all.
Xu Qiao patted her hot cheeks, thumped a few times in the bed, her calf suddenly felt cramped.
Probably just hung for too long.
She hugged her legs and hissed and inhaled, and when she regained her strength, her mind gradually returned to calm.
After lying down for a while, she got up from the bed and began to think about why Cheng Lang hadn't come back yet.
It shouldn't take so long to take a shower...
Xu Qiao felt like a scumbag who ran away after having a good time. She felt comfortable and didn't ask him if he needed to reciprocate—although he would definitely say no, but she just pretended to be dead. Thinking about it, she felt a little sorry.
Xu Qiao frowned, and was hesitating whether to go to the bathroom to find Cheng Lang, when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.
If it wasn't the waiter's usual frequency of "knock once, then knock twice", it would be Cheng Lang.
She plunged into the bed and turned her back, and she heard someone open the door and come in.
The sound of footsteps approached, the edge of the bed sank, and it was Cheng Lang who sat down.
Laughter came from overhead: "Get up and drink some water."
Xu Qiao closed her eyes and ignored him.
"Be good," Cheng Lang reached out and touched her cheek, "If you don't replenish enough water, it will be bad for your body and skin."
She opened her eyes in frustration, got up, and when she saw him, her mind went through the scene just now like a movie, and she quickly looked away.
Cheng Lang rubbed the top of her hair and fed a glass of warm water to her mouth.
After soaking in water, she realized that she was really thirsty, so she gulped down half a glass.
"Do you want more?" Seeing her stop, Cheng Lang asked.
She shook her head.
Cheng Lang put the cup on the bedside table, wiped off the water stains from the corners of her mouth with his fingertips, and raised his chin: "Can I come up?"
Usually, you don't need to ask about this kind of thing at home. He is taking care of her emotions that have not calmed down.
Once Xu Qiao was satisfied, she stopped being shy, moved to the side, and patted the bed generously.
Cheng Lang sat up, leaned against the pillow, took her into his arms, rubbed her shoulders, lowered his head and asked, "Are you tired?"
She raised her eyes and looked at him: "I didn't make any effort, should I ask you this?"
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and didn't answer.
Xu Qiao poked his waist: "Speaking, are you exhausted?"
"You want me to tell the truth?"
Xu Qiao raised her head to meet his gaze, and instinctively felt that his question was not a "warning of the truth", but a "warning of coquettish talk".
Just as she was about to make a fork and signaled him to stop talking, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Do you feel tired because of the delicious food?"
"..." She was seriously concerned about whether he was tired or not, who asked him if he was eating well!
Xu Qiao glared at him.
Cheng Lang smiled and answered the second half of the sentence: "Of course, the body is not tired, but the heart is still a little tired."
Xu Qiao's staring momentum weakened: "Why are you tired..."
"What do you say?"
Xu Qiao felt that she had guessed right, he must have worked hard in the bathroom just now.
She cleared her throat embarrassingly: "You can ask me for help."
"How?" Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows.
"Just..." Xu Qiao shook her hand weakly, "This one, don't you use this too?"
"I'm afraid I'll tire you." Cheng Lang held her hand and clasped her five fingers tightly, "Don't toss your painting hand casually, as long as you feel comfortable."
"..." Xu Qiao looked at him, "Did I say it's comfortable? Why do you force your head to feel comfortable!"
"Oh," Cheng Lang nodded thoughtfully, "Is that uncomfortable?"
Xu Qiao humbly turned her eyes away and did not speak.
Cheng Lang seemed very satisfied with her reaction, and hugged her tighter: "Hey, you can do it every day if you want."
Xu Qiao's cheeks were hot, but her heart was a little sweet, and she finally admitted his contribution, tilting her head and lightly pecking his lips: "My husband has worked hard."
"Don't work hard, serve the baby."
Xu Qiao smiled and leaned into his arms: "Then you won't be tired next time."
"Huh? What next time?"
Xu Qiao saw through his knowingly questioning, but made a "small box" gesture with her index finger and thumb: "There is a time for that."
Cheng Lang's eyes moved slightly: "I really want to?"
"I've kissed you all over, and you still ask such nonsense!" Xu Qiao gave him a goosebump.
"Then..." Cheng Lang dragged on, "It's better to hit the sun than choose the day?"
Xu Qiao was taken aback: "Didn't you say that the yacht is unprepared?"
"I'm really not prepared." Cheng Lang nodded.
"Then in the sea, are you going to let a helicopter drop family planning supplies?" She was startled, and suddenly realized that Cheng Lang's handwriting was not impossible, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that was exactly what he planned.
Then wouldn't she be a woman who will be recorded in the history of the president's circle
Cheng Lang was amused by her unconstrained ideas, and his shoulders trembled with laughter: "This battle may be a bit too big, I'm afraid of alarming the border defense."
"Then what are you thinking?"
"I mean, I didn't prepare it specially, but there may be staff on board." Cheng Lang explained.
"They'll be on board..."
"No, it is used as a survival tool in the wild, and some crew members will habitually bring it with them in case of emergency."
"That thing can also be used as a survival tool in the wild?"
With a novelty of increased knowledge, Xu Qiao pestered Cheng Lang, asking what kind of use it could come in handy.
Cheng Lang patiently listed several usages to her, and briefly explained a few principles. As he talked, he saw her face "so interesting and fun", completely deviated from the track, and forgot about the appearance of the business, stopped and asked: "So Shall we use it in its original capacity tonight?"
Xu Qiao hiccupped coldly.
The phrase "next time" is originally the same as the Chinese often say "go to my house for dinner next time". Come up with a trick.
With a hint of luck, she coughed and said, "Go and ask if there is any!"
Cheng Lang turned his head and pressed the walkie-talkie.
Xu Qiao blushed listening to his simple and rude begging, and when she heard that it was true, her scalp went numb.
Five minutes later, a crew member knocked on the door and brought a stack of small boxes.
Xu Qiao was dumbfounded: "This is too much, what are we taking for granted!"
Cheng Lang picked up the box and looked through it: "Don't be nervous, I just collected different models."
"..." Then they are quite considerate.
Xu Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth and saw Cheng Lang throw a stack of boxes into the drawer of the bedside table, leaving only one box to tear it down.
She glanced at Size and blinked.
He seems very confident!
What romantic waves, he is the waves of waves hitting waves.
Xu Qiao stared at him, and slowly shrank to the corner of the bed.
Cheng Lang looked at her superfluous action with a smile: "It's such a big place, what are you hiding?"
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In the vast sea, with a single sail, Xu Qiao had nowhere to escape.
Soon, she seemed to be back in that sauna. The surrounding air was heavy, and the entire cabin was filled with a lingering aura.
I don't know if it's a person shaking or a boat swinging, the chandelier on the ceiling is shaking to and fro, and the shadows of the lights on all sides are intertwined and chaotic, like the panting of the room one after another.
The quilt was rolled to one side, and the wetness gradually increased. At a certain moment, there was a depressing sound in the room, like whimpering, like crying.
The moonlight is like water, and the figure on the wall is low, as if whispering some comforting words.
Then the choking dissipated, replaced by soft moaning.
The weather forecast said that the sea would be sunny tonight, but Xu Qiao could hear the stormy waves crashing on the shore, violent wind and showers, and heard all the dangerous and romantic messages about the sea.
Flying flowers are chasing waves.
She floated like a kite in his arms.
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The long night passed, and when the golden-red 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, then at the sunlight outside the window, and apologized: "I forgot to draw the curtains last night."
Tossing like that, it is normal to forget these trivial details.
Xu Qiao wanted to say "it's okay", but when she said it, she found her voice hoarse, as if it had been roughened by coarse sand, and she closed her mouth in shame.
"Blame me." Cheng Lang bowed his head and kissed her lightly, "I'll get up and get you a glass of water."
Xu Qiao shook her head and hugged his waist tightly: "I don't want to drink water."
Cheng Lang laughed, and put his palm on the back of her hand: "Do you not want to drink water, or do you not want to be separated from me?"
"It's fine if you know it in your heart!" Xu Qiao glared at him, leaning on him and refusing to let go, as if after last night, she became extremely dependent on his body, and if she didn't cling to him, she felt something was missing and felt uncomfortable all over.
Cheng Lang stroked her long hair that was loose on the pillow, and was about to say, then he can hold her to pour water, when he suddenly remembered something: "Honey, did you hold the handkerchief last night?"
Xu Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head: "Hey, it doesn't seem to be there."
Because of this strange discovery, the story behind the handkerchief seems to be less sad. She magically said: "I used to hold the handkerchief because I shared the bed with my mother when I was a child, and I used to sleep with the corner of her clothes every day. When I get up early in the morning and go to sea, I will know the first time. Later, my mother was gone, and it was not appropriate to hold a piece of clothing, so I used a handkerchief instead.”
"Then there was no handkerchief last night, did you sleep well?" Cheng Lang asked.
She looked at him and nodded: "Just now."
Cheng Lang smiled: "It seems that we can change to a new favorite?"
"Smelly!" Xu Qiao punched him with a smile, then remembered something, observed his face, and found that his forehead was dry and not sweating, "Then did you have an illness last night?"
Cheng Lang also seemed to be stunned, and slowly shook his head: "Probably not."
"So I've cured you!" Xu Qiao rolled over excitedly and got up, dragging the pain, ouch, and said with a bitter face, "The price is still a bit high..."
Cheng Lang smiled and took her into his arms: "Thank you, baby."
Xu Qiao hugged him contentedly: "Don't work hard, serve your husband."
The author has something to say:
· You said that the problem of the two of you could not be cured so early
·Mr. Lang and Qiaomei: Could it be that we are unwilling to come early