The tide gradually receded, lapping against the shore in the distance, and the tiny white spray drew strange lines in the night. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There were dense scales on the elbows of the cold and warm, which made Ning Zixing, who was already sleepy, itch. Although it was late at night, the sky was still lead-colored, and a few stars naughtily poked out their light, cold and warm did not let go of Ning Zixing's meaning, she half-buried her face on Ning Zixing's shoulder and looked up at the sky, her eyes were also bright like stars.

I don't know how long it took, but the air was so cold that it was steamy. Leng Nuan spoke, and only after a while did he say in a voice: "I like you, I like it very much." ”

At that moment, she only felt that all the scenery was plated with warm colors. Leng Nuan didn't dare to lift her face, the sea breeze blew the hair on her forehead, and she didn't know what she should expect.

She didn't mention it, and it was also like this at night, when thousands of homes in the mermaid country were lit up. She looked up and saw the dark waters like ink. "Do you want to have more concubines?" Her tone was so flat, for fear that Ning Zixing would hear something. It was the only time Leng Nuan liked the mermaid country day and night, and it turned out to be because it covered his blush.

"We have a monogamy there."

Ning Zixing smiled, very good-looking.

But Leng Nuan was so sad that she wanted to cry. That day, the two were silent all the way.

There was silence all around, and Leng Nuan cautiously waited for Ning Zixing's reaction, but after a long time, only the sound of the waves answered her was after all. Her anticipation began to fade and cool, and faintly, she heard Ning Zixing's even breathing.

With great courage, she saw Ning Zixing's face clearly, and she muttered, "Are you asleep?" ”

didn't know whether she was disappointed or happy, she gently helped Ning Zixing to sleep well, and carefully used her small bag as a pillow for him. The sleeping Ning Zixing is more like a child, lacking the evil temperament on weekdays. Leng Nuan was fascinated for a while, and he didn't want to take his eyes off. She was also a little tired, but she regained her spirits.

She lowered her head, her long seaweed-like hair poured down like a waterfall, and the hair fell slightly on Ning Zixing's face, he shook his head dissatisfiedly and changed direction. Leng Nuan couldn't help but chuckle, and the inexplicable sweetness filled her heart, making her heart soft to the extreme.

There has never been such a person who could make her feel as warm and safe as she is today. She wanted to sing, but she was afraid of disturbing the people in front of her, so she had to hum. Unlike the hoarse people who usually speak, she sings very beautifully, like the breeze blowing through the sprouts in spring.

I don't know if falling in love with such a person is a mistake, he is so patient and good to you, he occupies your heart little by little, and slowly and slowly makes you only have him in your heart. You want to catch him like a child wants to catch the light out of the window. But on the surface, he didn't care, but he lived another her, and refused to give in.

It's really amazing to fall in love with someone who has a long relationship, just because his love has nothing to do with you.

There is a little more desolation in the cold and warm singing, and it can't be said that she is not jealous of Lin Qianqian, that girl was lucky to get his wholeheartedness, but her qualification to retreat was wiped out by the word "monogamy".

She felt a little uncomfortable, but the boy in front of her was still asleep and sound. She stretched out her long fingers and trembled and stroked his cheek, little by little, secretly sad. The coldness of her fingers was dyed with warmth, and Ning Zixing's facial features were also remembered in her heart.

Probably in her own hands, she uncontrollably put her lips together, although she was also incredible, but shyness and reason eventually lost to sensibility. She left a shallow kiss on Ning Zixing's forehead, and at that moment, she only felt that time stood still, and her cheeks were slightly hot.

The sea breeze was so strong that she suddenly wanted to cry. (To be continued.) )