This Damned Sweetness

Xu Qiao felt like she was drowning in the sauna.

For countless moments, she didn't seem to be on a yacht, but just on a thin flat boat, and she drifted with the flow lightly.

The tide ebbs and flows over the flat boat from time to time, swallowing and drowning her, and after she screams and collapses, she is restored to life, allowing her to breathe.

The warm sea waves were higher than the waves, and she trembled in the agitation again and again, as if she had become a fish lacking oxygen and water.

Two contradictory complexes pulled her soul, half an empty desire, and half an impatience for help, causing her to tilt her head up in the posture of trying to surface, and the dust was unable to settle.

In the wooden house, the shrill reminder bell of the timer rang suddenly.

She opened her eyes suddenly from the chaos, and saw Cheng Lang kneeling piously in front of the wooden chair, slowly straightening her waist, and looking up at her.

The blue veins on his forehead jumped suddenly, his temples were sweating like rain, and his breathing was more chaotic than hers.

As if the tight string was broken by this scene, her eyes instantly exploded with white light, and her back arched into an arc in an instant. Then, the whole person collapsed from the wooden chair and fell into his arms.

——

On the way back to the house, Xu Qiao nestled in Cheng Lang's arms and pretended to be dead.

When he put her into the bed, kissed her on the forehead, and turned to leave, he quietly opened his eyes.

At this glance, he just saw Cheng Lang walking to the door in his wet sweat-steaming suit and closing the door.

Just after coming out of the sauna, he took her to the bathroom to shower, and he got wet.

Xu Qiao took the quilt and breathed softly. After a moment of silence, still unable to calm down, she covered her face and issued a series of non-human onomatopoeia.

Cheng Lang did fulfill his promise of not doing it to the end, and his sweat suit was intact in the end. But these abundance of tricks seem to be more shameful than the so-called doing it to the end.

She must have been steamed faint, so she will let him be at his mercy.

But I can't say anything about him, after all, she enjoys more after all.

Xu Qiao patted her hot cheeks and fluttered under the covers, and her calf suddenly cramped.

Probably it has just been suspended for too long.

She hugged her legs and hissed and inhaled, and when she was relieved, her mind gradually recovered.

After lying down for a while, she got up from the bed and began to think about why Cheng Lang hadn't returned.

Taking a shower shouldn't last so long...

Xu Qiao felt like a scumbag who ran away after being refreshed. She felt comfortable and didn't ask others if she needed courtesy. Although he would definitely say no, she just pretended to be dead.

Xu Qiao frowned, hesitating to go to the bathroom to find Cheng Lang, when she suddenly heard the door knocking.

It's not the frequency of "one tap, one tap, and two taps" that waiters are used to, that's Cheng Lang.

She plunged into the bed and turned her back, and she heard someone open the door and come in.

As the footsteps approached, a piece of the bed sank, and Cheng Lang sat down.

Laughter came from above: "Get up and drink some water."

Xu Qiao closed her eyes and ignored him.

"Good," Cheng Lang reached out and probed her cheek, "If you don't add enough moisture, it will be bad for your body and skin."

She opened her eyes sadly, got up, and when she saw him, she passed the scene just like the movie in her mind, and quickly looked away.

Cheng Lang rubbed the top of her hair and fed a glass of warm water to her mouth.

After drinking water, she realized that she was really thirsty, and drank half a cup.

"Do you want more?" Cheng Lang asked as she stopped.

She shook her head.

Cheng Lang put the cup on the bedside table, wiped off the water stains on the corners of her mouth with his fingers, and lifted her chin: "Can I come up?"

There is no need to ask about this kind of thing at home, he is taking care of her unresolved emotions specially.

When Xu Qiao was satisfied, she no longer felt embarrassed, moved aside and patted the bed generously.

Cheng Lang sat up, leaned on the pillow, took her into his arms, rubbed her shoulders, bowed his head and asked, "Is it tired?"

She raised her eyes and looked at him: "I didn't take the effort, should I ask you this?"

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows without answering.

Xu Qiao poked his waist: "Speaking, are you exhausted?"

"Want me to tell the truth?"

Xu Qiao raised her head to meet his gaze, instinctively that his question was not a "truth warning" but a "saohua warning".

She just wanted to compare a fork and motioned him to stop talking, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Are you tired from eating delicious food?"

"..." She was serious about whether he was tired or not. Who asked him if he was delicious!

Xu Qiao glared at him.

Cheng Lang smiled and took the second half of the sentence: "Of course, the body is not tired, but the heart is still a bit tired."

Xu Qiao's staring aura weakened: "Why are you tired..."

"What do you mean?"

Xu Qiao felt that he had guessed right. He must have been on his own in the bathroom just now.

She cleared her throat embarrassedly: "You can ask me for help."

"How to help?" Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows.

"Just..." Xu Qiao shook her hand weakly, "Well, don't you use this too?"

"I'm afraid it's tiring you." Cheng Lang shook her hand and clasped her five fingers, "Don't toss about the painting hand, just feel comfortable."

"..." Xu Qiao looked at him, "Am I comfortable? How come I forcibly press my head to feel comfortable!"

"Oh," Cheng Lang nodded thoughtfully, "Is that uncomfortable?"

Xu Qiao humbly put aside her eyes and said nothing.

Cheng Lang seemed to be very satisfied with her reaction, and hugged her tighter: "Hey, you want it, every day."

Xu Qiao's cheeks were hot, but her heart was a little sweet, and finally admitted his credit, tilted her head and gently pecked on 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 asked him knowingly whether to see it through or not, and used his index finger and thumb to compare a "small box" gesture: "There are times."

Cheng Lang's eyes moved slightly: "Really willing?"

"I've kissed you all the time, and I asked such nonsense!" Xu Qiao gave him a look.

"Then..." Cheng Lang dragged his voice, "Is it better to hit the sun?"

Xu Qiao was taken aback: "Didn't you say that the yacht is unequipped?"

"I'm really not prepared." Cheng Lang nodded.

"Then in this sea, are you going to let the helicopters airdrop family planning supplies?" She was shocked, and suddenly realized that Cheng Lang's handwriting was not impossible. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that he planned it.

Isn't she going to become a woman in the history of CEO circles?

Cheng Lang was amused by her unconstrained thoughts, and his shoulders trembled with a smile: "This battle may be a bit too big, I'm afraid it will alarm the border defense."

"Then what do you think?"

"I mean, I didn't prepare it specially, but there may be employees on board." Cheng Lang explained.

"They will be on board..."

"No, it is used as a survival tool in the wild, and some crew members will habitually bring it around for emergencies."

"That thing can also be used as a survival tool in the wild?"

Xu Qiao wore Cheng Lang with a sense of novelty that gained knowledge, and asked what kind of use it could be of.

Cheng Lang patiently enumerated several usages with her, briefly explained the principles, and after speaking, saw her look "so funny, so funny", completely off track, forgetting the appearance of business, stopped and asked: "So Do we want to use its original function tonight?"

Xu Qiao belched coldly.

The expression "next time" was originally the same as the Chinese often say "I will go to my house for dinner next time". It is a casual talk. Let the bold words and ambitions go out first, and talk about things later. How can she know that Cheng Lang can really change? Play a trick.

With a hint of luck, she coughed: "Go ahead and ask if there is any!"

Cheng Lang turned his head and pressed the intercom.

Xu Qiao blushed and listened to his simple and rude begs. When she heard it, her scalp became numb.

Five minutes later, a crew member knocked on the door and delivered a stack of small boxes.

Xu Qiao was dumbfounded: "This is too much, this is what you take us for!"

Cheng Lang picked up the box and looked through it: "Don't be nervous, just collected different models."

"..." Then they are quite considerate.

Xu Qiao twitched her mouth, and saw Cheng Lang throw a stack of boxes into the drawer of the bedside table, leaving only one box to be removed.

She glanced at size and blinked.

He seems to be very confident!

What romantic wave, he is the wave of waves.

Xu Qiao stared at him, slowly shrinking to the corner of the bed.

Cheng Lang looked at her extravagantly amusedly: "Just such a big place, what to hide?"

——

Xu Qiao certainly has nowhere to escape in the vast sea and lone sails.

Soon, she seemed to be back in the sauna. The surrounding air was heavy, and the entire cabin was filled with a scent of breath.

I don't know if it's a person or a boat. The chandeliers on the ceiling are swaying, and the lights and shadows on all sides are staggered and chaotic, as if breathing one after another indoors.

The quilt was rolled to one side, and the wetness gradually increased. At a certain moment, a depressed voice sounded in the room, like a sob, like a cry.

The moonlight was like water, and the shadows on the wall seemed to be muttering some comforting words.

Then he choked away, replaced by a soft whisper.

The weather forecast said that it was sunny at sea tonight, but Xu Qiao heard the turbulent waves hitting the shore, squally showers, and all the dangerous and romantic messages about the sea.

Flying flowers are chasing waves.

She was flying like a kite in his arms.

——

When the long night passed, Xu Qiao woke up in Cheng Lang's arms as the golden-red sunrise shone into the cabin.

When she moved, he immediately opened his eyes, looked down at her, and looked at the sunlight outside the window, apologizing: "Forgot to draw the curtains last night."

Toss like that, it is normal to forget these minutiae.

Xu Qiao wanted to say "It's okay", but when she said her voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, she shut her mouth in embarrassment.

"Blam me." Cheng Lang bowed his head and kissed her, "I will get up and pour you a glass of water."

Xu Qiao shook his head and hugged his waist firmly: "I don't want to drink water."

Cheng Lang laughed, and put her palm on the back of her hand: "Do you want to drink water or separate from me?"

"You know it in your heart!" Xu Qiao glared at him, leaning on him and refused to let go, as if after last night, he had become extremely dependent on his body. If he didn't stick to him, he felt that he was missing something and felt uncomfortable.

Cheng Lang stroked her long hair scattered on the pillow, and was about to say, then he could hold her to pour water, and suddenly remembered something: "Baby, did you hold your handkerchief last night?"

Xu Qiao was taken aback, and raised her head: "Hey, it doesn't seem to be there."

Because of this bizarre discovery, the story behind the handkerchief seems to be less sad. She miraculously said: “I used to hold the handkerchief because I was in bed with my mother when I was a child. When I got up early in the morning and went out to sea, I would know it for the first time. Later, my mother was gone, and it was too unreasonable 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: "I realized just now."

Cheng Lang smiled: "It looks like you can get a new favorite?"

"Smelly!" Xu Qiao smiled and punched him, remembering something, and observing his face, and found that his forehead was dry and he didn't sweat. "Then did you get sick last night?"

Cheng Lang seemed to be stunned, and slowly shook his head: "It should be no."

"So I'll cure you!" Xu Qiao stood up excitedly, getting involved in the pain, and said with a bitter expression, "This price is still a bit high..."

Cheng Lang smiled and took her into his arms: "You have worked hard, baby."

Xu Qiao hugged him contentedly: "Don't work hard, serve her husband."

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