Kim So-hee guarded the suitcases of the two and stood by an unfamiliar house, watching Song Jong-ki take a simple map to find the way to the hotel.

She removed the Polaroid from her neck and photographed the man holding the paper and looking around to confirm its location, using Turkey's unique Ottoman and Chambantine architecture as a backdrop.

Kim So-hee waited for the photo to come out and looked at it, and was very satisfied with the result. Then he dragged a suitcase in one hand and approached him.

"Why don't you ask someone for directions?"

Song Jong-ki looked at her sideways: "Our current character setting is an ordinary little couple from South Korea, isn't it normal to be a little shy in the face of foreigners?" ”

Kim So-hee has a black line in his head, what kind of game is this playing?

She turned her head to look at the street again, the stone-paved street was not at all smooth, and it was even more bumpy to drag her suitcase. Although the luggage of the two is guaranteed by the brand, no matter how good things are, they can't stand up to such □□.

"Still haven't found it yet? I'm so scared our suitcases will be broken. ”

Song Jong-ki sighed and stuffed the paper map into his pocket. I have to say that crooked nuts really have their own characteristics, and if you encounter unreliable ones, you can only count yourself unlucky.

Jason's arranger only gave him a map that resembled a hand-drawn map drawn by a schoolboy, and it was not a common difficulty to find the inn.

Song Jong-ki had already found the right way, took the things in her hand, and rubbed her head: "Thank you for your hard work." Let's go, it'll be there soon. ”

Kim So-hee had simply played "Assassin", but experiencing the city in person still felt very different.

The sun had already risen in mid-air, and the occasional cart with roasted chestnuts was on the side of the road. Occasionally, tourists with backpacks on their backs pass by, but most of them are Westerners.

Kim So-hee couldn't help but take a picture of the handsome little brother who roasted chestnuts, and when he pressed the shutter, he saw the little goth raising his scissor hand in cooperation and smiled at him.

Kim So-hee was an instant nymphomaniac, pressed the shutter button again, and gave one of the photos to the roasted chestnut brother.

Song Jong-ki noticed when Kim So-hee was a few steps behind, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the little girl facing the handsome and was full of helplessness, but he could only drag his suitcase and walk over.

It seemed that both of them seemed to be quite happy, and he saw her happily take the small bag of chestnuts handed over by the roasted chestnut brother.

"How much, please?" Song Jong-ki doesn't speak Turkish, but he can't speak English fluently.

Seeing that the little brother compared a number, Song Jong-ki resigned himself to his fate and took out his wallet and paid for it with the lira he had just exchanged.

"Wow, this tastes good!" Kim So-hee finished eating a chestnut and poked another one and tiptoed it to his mouth.

Song Jong-ki glanced at her, and didn't open his mouth to pick it up, but said, "I think it's the one who roasts the chestnuts and sings well, right?" ”

Jin Suxi smiled, took back the chestnut and blew it, and stuffed it directly into his mouth: "Oh, don't do this, you have to have confidence in yourself, don't you say?" ”

Song Jong-ki chewed the chestnut in his mouth and snorted: "Let's go, we have to hurry up and book a room, put away the luggage, and play as much as you want." ”

Kim So-hee followed behind him, finished the chestnuts as he walked, put the garbage bags in the recyclable category, and ran to him in a few steps.

The two of them walked around and finally found a simple inn that looked like a private house. The exterior walls are painted in a romantic pink, and there are white window edges, and Kim So-hee instantly likes this place.

While he was checking in, Kim So-hee looked around the first floor of the house and found the spiral staircase leading upstairs in a while.

"That's done, let's go to the top floor."

Behind him, the hotel waiter helped carry the suitcase and sent it upstairs, Kim So-hee ran into the room for a walk, and when he came out again, he saw Song Jong-ki standing at the door talking to the waiter, and closed the door after tipping.

"Seen all the time? Do you like it? ”

This hostel was recommended by Jason's acquaintance and is not fancy but has a good rating on booking. Kim So-hee also looked around and felt that the room was very warmly decorated.

"Loved it very much! But didn't you say that our current setting is an ordinary little couple? ”

Kim So-hee didn't know why the inn liked to put the expensive room on the upper floor, this room not only has an open-air balcony, but also a rattan table and rattan chairs on the balcony, and the railing is surrounded by various green plants and beautiful flowers.

From the balcony, you can see the bell tower of Hagia Sophia. In terms of the size, location and decoration of this room, it must not be cheap.

"Even if it's an ordinary little couple, I want the best for you." Song Jong-ki took her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her.

After coming out of the airport, he tried to avoid physical contact with her, not because of anything else, but because he missed it too much after not seeing her for too long, and a little intimacy could lead to all the long-suppressed feelings.

When they arrived at the room, the two didn't have to worry about being out of place, and Kim So-hee was a little out of breath when he kissed him. Sensing that the two were moving to the side of the bed, she patted him panting and said, "I haven't taken a shower yet." ”

She had been on the plane for more than ten hours, and although the temperature here was suitable and she didn't sweat much, Kim So-hee was still a little awkward when she thought that she hadn't taken a shower for a while.

"Then go now." He bent down and picked her up and walked towards the bathroom.

Kim So-hee was flustered, this was the rhythm of the two together, and she felt that her brain was a little sluggish at the moment.

The sound of water in the bathroom was loud, and suddenly a soft female voice came: "We haven't taken our change of clothes yet!" ”

"You don't have to." The male voice that followed was a little depressed, low and charming: "I can't wear it anyway." ”

Under the cover of the sound of water, the bathroom is a spread of love.

Two months apart, the two entangled each other passionately and infatuatedly, and finally hugged each other and fell asleep. Kim So-hee was awakened by the sound of chanting that had invaded her dream, and she opened her eyes and listened to the unknown ballad.

"What's wrong?"

Song Jong-ki was awakened by her movements, and his hand tightened around her. Kim So-hee pressed his bare/naked hot chest again, only the singing from outside the terrace attracted her more, and Kim So-hee moved again, trying to sit up from his arms.

Song Jong Ki couldn't resist her insistence, squinting at her to pick up the yukata that fell to the ground, and her slender and beautiful back was quickly hidden by the yukata. The man lying on the bed, though he had been fed a few hours earlier, was still unable to resist the heat rising in his body.

Just watching her slowly move to the terrace with small steps, I also know that she can't stand it.

Song Jong-ki sat up, put on a yukata for himself, and ripped his hair and followed her.

Kim So-hee held the railing of the terrace with both hands and looked in the direction of the church. When she arrived at the terrace, she found that the singing seemed to be more obvious, although she couldn't understand what she was singing, but the ethereal tone inexplicably soothed the depths of people's souls.

The singing is vague, but long and melodious.

"Listen, someone is singing!"

"Yes□□ they're praying." He stood behind her and encircled her in his arms.

Kim So-hee looked at the coming sunrise in the distance and sighed, "Do they have to get up so early every day to pray?" ”

Kim So-hee has no religious beliefs, and when she thinks of such a pious belief, she is curious and can't believe it.

Song Jong-ki kissed the top of her hair and said with a smile: "Go back and sleep for a while, don't you still want to go out and play?" How can you play if you don't have a good rest? ”

Jin Suxi glared at him angrily: "Who is to blame for this!" ”

There is no young couple who can't stop doing it when they arrive at a foreign hotel, and she originally wanted to try the pomegranate juice and sweets here.

Song Jong-ki understood that her back was sore and her legs were weak, so he picked her up and put her on the bed, and then lay down and locked her in his arms. His chin rested on her forehead, and his other hand patted her back comfortingly.

"I haven't seen you for too long, so please be considerate"

Kim So-hee's eyelids became heavier and heavier as he patted him, and he soon fell asleep again.

Song Jongji looked at the sky that gradually transitioned from dark blue to light blue outside, the chanting in his ears gradually faded, and he looked at the little girl within reach with satisfaction, and his heart was peaceful.

When the two woke up again, it was almost time for lunch.

After washing up in a hurry, Kim So-hee put on his hat and urged his uncle, who was still packing up, to hurry up. Song Jong-ki was urged by her, and his movements were not flustered at all.

He looked at her simple bag helplessly, resigned himself to putting the sunscreen spray she had placed on the table into the black backpack, and after checking that nothing was missing, he took her hand and went out of the room with the bag on his back.

Kim So-hee looked at him in a simple T-shirt and slacks in surprise, if he wasn't in his thirties, no one would have guessed his real age.

The two went downstairs, and Song Zhongji asked the waiter at the front desk to get a travel brochure, and then went out slowly.

This short trip was full of casualness, and he didn't have to worry about being recognized as he walked down the street, and he didn't have to worry about being photographed in the headlines, so Kim So-hee pulled him curiously to look outside the windows of various shops.

After choosing a barbecue burger to solve the lunch problem, Kim So-hee began to follow his curiosity and wholeheartedly admired the small shops on the street.

Passing by the cart where he bought food, he bought her roasted corn and pomegranate juice. When she was attracted by the colorful candies in the window, Song Jong-ki didn't hesitate to take her in and buy the candy she liked.

Kim So-hee hugged a snack and laughed while eating: "I think in the eyes of others, we are a young child who has not yet reached adulthood and traveled!" ”

Kim So-hee said as she motioned for him to look at the Turkish men with thick beards coming and going on the road.

When the two of them went to buy candy just now, the cashier was also a bearded uncle. However, after a brief conversation, Kim So-hee knew that he was only eighteen years old, and he almost glared at him.

The uncle in his thirties stood in front of this eighteen-year-old brother, and it seemed that the ages had to be swapped to be more credible.

"Maybe, everyone thinks I'm your sister hahaha."

Song Jong-ki saw her smiling happily, bent down to kiss the icing on the corner of her mouth, and finally asked her, "In that case, it won't be misunderstood, right?" ”

Kim So-hee looked at him, her heart pounding.