Beauty is destined

The sunlight belonging to the Adriatic Sea penetrated through the thin curtains and fell on the two people on the bed. A tall man held a fair woman in his arms, and the shadow of geraniums swayed gently, disturbing the warm morning scene.

The fair-skinned and glamorous woman opened her eyes first, her pupils were shining brightly, and it took a long time before she seemed to remember where this place is?

Qiu Nai covered her forehead and let out an unbearable groan, but her eyes fell on the man on the bed.

"Stop pretending, I don't believe you can sleep peacefully."

Indeed can not.

Mr. R opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, without any trace of falling asleep, he leaned on the head of the bed, touched his temples, and whispered: "You are just a little clever."

Qiu Nai rolled her eyes, raised her head and printed a light kiss on his thin lips, "This is a good morning kiss for you, you were tired yesterday."

His fingers froze, and he couldn't help but feel helpless looking at her eyes, but he didn't say much.

Qiu Nai held his slender and knuckle palm, and made a tooth mark on his middle finger, "You were so tired yesterday that you couldn't get up, yet you still thought about cleaning it up for me."

He raised the corners of his lips, "This is the etiquette that an Italian man should have."

"oh, I see."

His upper body is bare~naked, with hickey marks and scratch marks on it, and even lipstick marks. Just sitting like this and looking at her with those eyes that can't see through the light is enough to make the woman short of breath.

Qiu Nai grabbed his shoulders, kissed the corners of his eyes, and whispered: "I almost died under your gun."

Mr. R took the back of her hand with one hand and kissed the back of her hand, "This is my honor."

"However..." He raised his head, his eyes softened for a moment, as if a piece of rich and bitter dark chocolate had been knocked off, "Compared to Miss Sato, I was very ugly last night."

He pulled her into his arms and lifted her chin with his fingers, "Please give me a chance to correct it."

"I thought you were leaving Venice today."

"That's the plan, but you, the beautiful one, kept me here."

Italian men are used to talking about love, and they are less frivolous than French men who are equally romantic.

To be hugged by such a lustful Italian man and wrapped in such gentle love words is really intoxicating.

She knew that he was special, but pretended that he didn't know anything. During the day, she took his hand and wandered around the city, and at night, she would linger in the house, on the roof, on the bridge, and in Doragon. .

The body is becoming more and more familiar, and the heart is getting closer and closer.

The moonlight shone on the water, and there were silver ripples. Because there was no boatman, the Dragon traveled slowly with the current until it reached the Bridge of Sighs.

Qiu Nai wanted to ask him if he knew the beautiful legend about this bridge, but when she looked up, she just kissed his lips.

The ice blue eyes showed surprise.

She didn't know if he did it on purpose or not.

Kissing under the Bridge of Sighs means eternal love.

Mr. R reached out and pressed the top hat, and said in a low voice, "What a coincidence."

She didn't believe that this coincidence could not be avoided with his agility, but she pretended to believe that all of this was just a coincidence.

Some things can't be pursued, it's not bad to just treat it as a dream.

Dragon swayed violently, creating circles of silver light water patterns around Dragon.

Covered with prepared blankets, the two embraced each other and slept in the dragon under the moonlight, and kissed facing the ice-blue water in the morning light.

"I heard that there's a good restaurant here, is Ms. Sato interested?" He stroked his curly sideburns and reached out his hand to her, but Qiu Nai put a glass ring in his hand.

"I heard that Venetian glass products are very famous, so I bought such a souvenir for you."

His eyes are like a starless and moonless night, giving people a cold feeling, and when the corners of his mouth are raised, people will think that he is showing a mocking smile, but today, Qiu Nai really saw his most gentle smile is What does it look like.

He held the glass ring, stared at her, and whispered: "Miss Sato is really a woman that men can never forget."

He spread his hand again, and the glass ring had disappeared.

"Please hold my hand and let me bring you supreme happiness."

The waterways of Venice, accompanied by love words in the morning light, are so gentle that people want to sigh.

"Then I will trouble you, Mr. R." Her hand slipped into his.

He squeezed it tightly, then slowly released it, turned around and led her into the shop.

This is a typical Italian restaurant. The restaurant is run by a pair of brothers. The blond man named Takmi and the black-haired man named Isami. The two brothers are beautiful men with their own characteristics. Dishes under the hands of the people.

"Sure enough, the best pasta can only be eaten in Italy."

"Chefs from other parts of Italy may not be able to make such delicious food. Food comes from outstanding chefs."

Mr. R drank a cup of black coffee slowly and explained to her slowly.

Qiu Nai had already stopped the chef who was about to leave after the performance.

"Two gentlemen..."

The blond man took a step forward and whispered softly, "Is there anything this lady can do for you?"

"Can I see the knife you two are using? I've never seen one."

"Of course you can, beautiful lady, but this knife is a bit sharp, so be careful not to hurt your delicate fingers."

Qiu Nai covered her mouth and smiled softly, "I never thought that the chef's Japanese is so good."

"Because I have studied cooking in Japan, it is my honor to be able to share the worries and problems of beautiful ladies."

"Puhaha—brother, you..." The black-haired man beside him seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and he covered his mouth and laughed loudly.

Takmi was furious: "Hey, Isami!"

"Wow, you are cuter, chef."

Takmi blushed, and seemed to want to say something more, but Isami smiled shamelessly again.

Qiu Nai turned her head, her eyebrows curved, "Isami is also very handsome!"

The black-haired man also blushed suddenly, unable to smile.

After the two chefs entered the back kitchen, Mr. R finally raised his head helplessly, with a hint of doting in his eyes that he didn't even notice, "Have you teased enough?"

"No." Qiu Nai gently scratched her cheek, "Who made you keep your eyes on me? It's all your fault."

He recognized the pot.

However, Qiu Nai's feet gently rubbed against his trouser legs under the table, "Aren't you afraid that you brought me to the restaurant opened by such two beautiful men?"

There is still a little dew on her silver hair, but she looks quite charming.

"What am I afraid of?"

He smiled slightly, and the unique lust and vicissitudes of a mature man came over his face, not to mention the rare danger that made the hair stand on end.

He has the confidence that he will never lose to any man.

"Qina..."

Qiu Nai's back stiffened suddenly.

She will never forget this voice for the rest of her life, it was what she often heard in her previous life.

"It's really you."

Ryosuke Kurosawa in a black suit sat directly opposite to Akina, but the man who was sitting there disappeared when she looked up.

"Oh, you still dare to appear in front of me." Kurosawa Ryosuke's eyes were gloomy and lifeless, yet filled with longing, like a terminally ill patient who suddenly saw his special medicine.

Qiu Nai was uncharacteristically, she crossed her arms and leaned back slightly, "You are actually here."

Kurosawa Ryosuke smiled strangely, "I don't believe that Master Atobe didn't tell you that I came to Italy."

"Since you're here, don't think about going back."

His hand grabbed her with indisputable strength, and suddenly he stopped, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Qiu Nai followed his line of sight, his suit sleeves and the shirt buttons inside were pierced, and a golden bullet got stuck in the middle of the table.

"You!" Kurosawa Ryosuke suddenly raised his head, his black eyes were almost covered with blood, "You actually got close to him, hehe, is it worthy of saying that she is the woman I like?"

"Akina Fujiwara, you are mine, you should be mine."

He slammed the table hard, but he was afraid of the man hiding in the dark and firing a gun, so he got up quickly and left.

But the dispute here still attracted the attention of others. When the waiter came to ask, Qiu Nai blocked the golden bullet with his hand and explained that nothing happened.

She sat on the seat for a long time before Mr. R came back slowly. He took out the bullet and hid it in his hand with a calm expression.

It's just that the eyes are no longer as gentle as before. Although this change is small, it still caught the sensitive Qiu Nai's attention.

The two went out and stood on the Bridge of Sighs, Qiu Nai suddenly said: "The two of us will be separated like this."

The man in front of her held down the top hat and stopped there motionless.

Because his back was facing her, she really couldn't guess his expression.

"I think you are doubting me? In that case, it's better to separate. I do know Kurosawa Ryosuke, but it's not a good memory."

"Thank you, Mr. R, for your company these days, then goodbye."

With both hands in her pockets, Qiu Nai turned and left gracefully, just like the straightforward seduction when the two met for the first time.

Her beauty is like a shining knife, stabbing you openly and making you unable to resist.

The wind rattled his suit jacket.

He pressed his top hat, looked down at the gurgling river under the Bridge of Sighs, and walked away.

The two kissed under the Bridge of Sighs, and separated on the Bridge of Sighs, with only one sigh left.

Qiu Nai put her hands in her pockets and took a few steps, and she suddenly pulled her hands out as if she had discovered something, and she was holding a golden chain in her hand. Exactly the same as above.

Qiu Nai held the bullet and looked at it in the sunlight, a name was engraved on the bullet——

"reborn."

It turned out that he had already prepared a gift.

Akina Fujiwara sat on the window seat of the plane, clenched the bullet casing tightly, and closed her eyes.