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Jian Ze'an turned around.

He stood barefoot on the beach, and his toes couldn't help scratching in the sand.

He clearly knew that Cheng Zichen was standing behind him, his eyes were on his bare back.

Jian Ze'an stared at his feet, unconsciously scratching the sand with his toes, his thoughts were a little scattered, and he was thinking wildly in his mind. For a while, it was Cheng Zichen's hoarse voice saying "I can't help myself", and for a while, it was the person in the V letter who meant something. After a while, I couldn't help but think, both of them were wearing school uniforms at that time, and there were some physical changes, now... what is the other party thinking?

He couldn't help but wanted to turn his head to look, but he didn't dare, so he could only use his big toe to poke the sand desperately, curling up his toes nervously.

Cheng Zichen was not having a good time either.

The person he likes is standing obediently, with a white back just like that unobstructed in front of his eyes.

Moreover, the other party lowered his head, exposing his slender and fair neck under the black hair stubble. His appearance was docile and harmless, like a sacrificial lamb, which could inspire the strongest control-control-desire in people's hearts.

Cheng Zichen's breathing was a little rough.

He forbearance turned his head away, stared at the beach reflecting too bright sunlight for two seconds, and then turned his head again, turned the cap of the sunscreen spray in his hand to the open state, lifted it up, and faced Jian Ze'an's back Spray on your back.

As Cheng Zichen adjusted the angle of the spray, countless droplets sprayed on the young man's smooth back, but it was not uniform and would still flow down.

Cheng Zichen said in a low voice, "I'll smooth it out for you."

Jian Ze'an pretended to be calm: "Yes."

It's just that he didn't know that his back muscles tightened almost instantly, fully revealing the restlessness in his heart.

Cheng Zichen smiled, stretched out his hand, and put his palm on the boy's back.

The opponent's back was a little cold from the spray, but his palm was hot.

The moment the two touched, Jian Ze'an trembled slightly.

Cheng Zichen felt the delicate and flexible skin under his palm and fingertips, took another deep breath, and then carefully spread the droplets of sunscreen spray evenly.

Jian Ze'an's whole body was tense.

He could feel the other person's palm caressing every piece of his skin, with a force that cannot be ignored.

Cheng Zichen applied it very thinly, from the neck all the way to the back of the waist.

The skin on Jian Ze'an's waist is quite sensitive. The moment the opponent's palm touched his waist, he couldn't help shaking and protested: "Itchy!"

He dodged subconsciously, but let Cheng Zichen's fingertips rub along his waistline instead.The skin that has been smeared with sunscreen is surprisingly smooth, like a fish that slips away from the palm of your hand in an instant, unable to catch it.

The boy behind Jian Ze'an moved his Adam's apple slightly: "Sorry."

He didn't dare to let his fingers stay on the opponent's skin, and hurriedly spread the spray evenly, and said briefly:

"Okay."

He also said, "You paint the front yourself."

Of course you have to paint it yourself.Jian Ze'an didn't dare to ask him to apply it, so he grabbed the spray and sprayed it on his upper body indiscriminately, and then roughly spread it on himself, some places were uneven.

Cheng Zichen frowned and glanced at him, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the light pink on his chest, and quickly moved his eyes away as if scalded, and touched his nose restrainedly:

"Shoulders are not evenly wiped."

"Oh, thank you." Jian Ze'an didn't dare to look up at him, but just put on the sunscreen by himself, and then handed the spray to Cheng Zichen, "You put it on... I'll help you with your back."

Cheng Zichen turned around.

Jian Ze'an's eyes fell on the opponent's strong back.

He raised the spray bottle and sprayed it on Cheng Zichen's back: "I...I'm going to get started." Everyone could hear the tension in his voice.

The other party gave a low laugh.

Jian Ze'an felt hot in his ears, cursed himself for being worthless, and then directly slapped Cheng Zichen's back, using his palm to wipe away the uneven sunscreen, feeling the warm skin under his palm, and his mind was a little messed up.

After a while, he heard Cheng Zichen calling him: "Ze'an."

"what?"

"You're breathing on my back."

It was only then that Jian Ze'an came back to his senses suddenly, and found that he had gotten closer and closer to Cheng Zichen at some point.

He immediately took a big step back, and said in embarrassment: "It's finished."

"Thank you."

The boy turned his head to look at him, seemed to laugh, and patted the top of his head casually:

"All right. Let's go swimming."

As he said this, his eyes paused lightly on the sand under his feet.

Jian Ze'an's toes carved several small holes in the originally flat sand.At the moment, his round big toe is still unconsciously fingering the gravel.

The sand was scorched by the sun, and the toes of the young Bai Shengsheng were scalded into a gorgeous pink, and some sand grains stayed on the pale pink toenails.

Cheng Zichen suddenly felt that the weather seemed a little too hot, which made people feel dry in their hearts.

So he had no choice but to take the lead in striding towards the sea.

Jian Ze'an immediately followed behind him, feeling the soft sandy beach under his feet, looking at the slender back of the person in front, and finally felt a little bit of the reality of vacation.

The sea water was also warmed by the sun.

This area of ​​water is drawn separately from the villa area. The water quality is clear, the depth is moderate, and there are lifeguards watching all the time not far away. It is a very suitable place for swimming.

Because there are not many residents in the villa area, there are only three or five people swimming and playing in the sea at this time, and the surrounding is very quiet, only the sound of the waves stretching and stretching can be heard.

Cheng Zichen quickly explored the shallow water for a while, and after a little movement, he walked towards the depth.

Jian Ze'an stood in the shallow water, let the sea water linger on his calf, slapped and tapped lightly, squinted his eyes comfortably, and let out a sigh.

Over there, Cheng Zichen swam ten meters, and when he became active, he stood up from the sea and walked towards him: "Come down and swim two laps."

Jian Ze'an looked at him, and saw that the boy's body was covered with water droplets, rolling down from his shoulders and chest along his undulating muscle lines, and sinking into the dark blue swimming trunks.

He couldn't help but subconsciously made a swallowing movement.

Cheng Zichen resisted the gentle resistance of the sea water, walked up to him, and stretched out his hand to grab Jian Ze'an's arm: "Don't just stand there stupidly."

"it is good."

Jian Ze'an was dragged by him to a deeper place.

The relatively deep sea water is not fully exposed to the sun, it is clear and cool, slowly wrapping the calf, then the thigh, all the way up.

At chest deep, the two stopped.

There was no one else around, the vast blue sky above the head, surrounded by the entire blue sea, the shore was already some distance away, and there was no sound, only the slight sloshing of the sea.The sun was shining brightly, as if there were only the two of them in the world.

Cheng Zichen tugged on the wrist of the person beside him, and looked sideways at him.

Jian Ze'an had a faint premonition in his eyes, he looked back with wide eyes, but the other party just smiled lightly and tugged him:

"Lie down for a while?"

"Ah?" Jian Ze'an looked blank, "This is the sea."

"Yeah." Cheng Zichen pulled him back, "Lie down for a while."

Jian Ze'an was dragged by him, and his center of gravity slowly shifted back until the back of his head touched the sea water.The cool feeling enveloped the entire back of his head and half of his body submerged in the water, while his upturned face, chest and abdomen, and the front of his legs were all bathed in bright sunlight.

Beside him, Cheng Zichen was lying on his back in the sea water like him.

The density of the human body is similar to that of water. This is the sea, and the density of sea water is even higher. As long as you relax, you can float easily.

The sea is calm, with only occasional slight fluctuations.The sea water is like a gentle little hand, caressing the human body intimately and delicately.And the body lying on the back facing the sky was illuminated by the dazzling sun, warm and slightly dazzling, but when the eyes were closed, there was only warmth and comfort left.

Cheng Zichen held his hand, at first it was the wrist, but slowly but quietly changed his movements in the water, interlocking his fingers.

The waves surged, pushing and pulling them across the sea.

With her eyes closed, Jian Ze'an drifted with the tide, as if her whole being merged with this sea and sky.In his world right now, there is only the sunshine above his head and the cool waves below him.

And the people who intertwined with him.

With her ears immersed in the water, Jian Ze'an heard Cheng Zichen's voice, as if it came from a far away place:

"Zean."

Jian Ze'an didn't answer, but moved the fingers of the hand held by Cheng Zichen, as a response.

Cheng Zichen continued:

"The gold-leaf pendant engraved with the Shurangama Sutra was given to us by my mother. I went to Fafu Temple to ask for it. My grandfather would go to offer incense regularly. This time, our whole family went."

Because his ears were soaked in water, Jian Ze'an felt that Cheng Zichen's voice was far and near, fluttering and unreal.

The sun was too warm on his body, and he felt almost sleepy as he floated on the water.

For a moment, he didn't know what Cheng Zichen was saying, so he just gave a vague "hmm".

Cheng Zichen said again:

"Fafu Temple is said to be very effective. I also burned three sticks of incense and worshiped the Buddha. Do you know what I am asking for?"

"……do not know."

"I beg, the person I like also likes me, and I can be with him for the rest of my life."

The boy is very light and authentic.

He said.

"Ze'an, almost everything I do is planned, and most of them are well-thought-out. I don't believe in ghosts, gods and Buddhas, I just believe that I can do it with my own efforts.

"But this time, I hope that the Buddha in Fafu Temple is really as effective as the legend says."

Lying in the water, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Jian Ze'an.

"Ze'an, do you think... will it work?"

Half of his face was submerged in the water, shrouded in the faint blue swaying soft light, and only part of his eyes were barely above the surface of the water. His pupils were pitch black, and he focused on the people around him.

Jian Ze'an felt his eyes fall on his face, and he also turned his head, avoiding the scorching sun, and looked at him.

——The hand that was holding him was held very close, as if he was afraid that he would slip out of the opponent's hand if he was not careful.

This strength told him that this calm-sounding person was by no means as calm as he seemed.

...he is tense.

This discovery made Jian Ze'an's beating heart calm down after hearing what the other party said.

He couldn't help but feel a kind of joy mixed with strange sweetness in his heart.

He realizes that he likes the calm calm of the other person's nervousness.No, or to be more precise, I like the other party who has always been calm and reserved, and I am nervous because of myself.

This feeling is different from the shame-shame and dry-mouthed excitement in those chaotic dreams, but it is gentler and more pure, but it also makes him feel as if he has suddenly entered a kind of drunken trance happiness go.

For a moment, Jian Ze'an didn't know whether it was because the sun on the sea was too strong, making his eyes dizzy, or because of the other party's words, he felt slightly dizzy.

Or maybe both.

He was lying in the waves that gently pushed and pulled him, his whole body was fluttering, and his mood was also fluttering.

He heard his own voice, and even his own voice seemed distant and strange because his ears were immersed in the sea water.

"I think...you are right not to believe in ghosts and gods."

The hand that was holding him was suddenly clenched, almost causing him some pain.

He finished the second half of the sentence in a little pain:

"But you can trust me. . . . I want to grant your wish."

The author has something to say: ah ah ah ah I sweetened myself so much!