He had just finished taking a shower, and his hair was still a little wet, and from this angle you could see his high nose, slightly drooping eyes, and slightly lighter pupils, which were as beautiful and charming as glass beads.

He curled his lips slightly, and he was in a rare good mood.

And in a room not much away from the deck, Luo Qiao was lying on the bed. There were no lights on in the house, only the sparkling waves of moonlight reflecting on the sea.

The waves crashed against the hull of the boat, adding to the silence all around.

In the dim light, Luo Qiao's fingers moved, and he slowly opened his eyes in the tingling pain on his forehead.

It's a completely unfamiliar place.

The sofa, table lamp, coffee table, everything was covered with a dark shadow because of the dim light, Luo Qiao's eyes swept over the room, and he frowned a little.

She raised her arm, and just wanted to touch her forehead, her hand was brought back by a force, Luo Qiao was stunned, and turned her head.

On the large bed, her hands were tied to the head of the bed, and the soft silk scarf was wrapped around her wrist a few times, so she didn't feel much.

Luo Qiao looked at this scene, her eyes widened slightly.

Before she could come back to her senses, there was the sound of unhurried footsteps outside, and the man's steps were unhurried, as if stepping on the tip of his heart.

With his hand on the handle, he pressed it down, and the door was pushed open from the outside, and the light in the corridor poured in, reflecting the man's slender and upright body.

He wore trousers and a black shirt, and his whole body almost blended in with the night.

Luo Qiao looked at the man standing with the light on his back, and blinked his eyes a little slowly.

Shen Jikong's gaze looked over and swept over her, his gaze slid down her eyebrows and eyes little by little like substance, and his voice was lazy: "Awake?" ”

He closed the door with his hand, the light was cut off for a moment, and Luo Qiao watched him walk towards her, standing still at the head of her bed.

The man's gaze swept over the silk scarf that tied her, and a low laugh came out of his throat, he leaned over slightly, pressed his hands on her sides, and said slowly: "Run, why don't you run this time?" ”

Luo Qiao felt his breath brushing her cheeks, the man's mood was happy, and he said three words unhurriedly: "Small, deceitful, son." ”

It was quiet inside the room, save for the sound of the waves crashing against the hull outside.

Luo Qiao looked at the somewhat vague figure in front of her, and when she slowly realized who he was, an instant spirit, as if there was an electric current rushing through her body, which made her fingertips paralyzed, she opened her mouth and said in shock: "Shen Jikong?!" ”

The man lowered his eyes, a thin smile on his lips, his complexion was pale, his hair was soft, and there was an indescribable beauty in looking at people like this.

Looking at her shocked look, he hooked the corners of his mouth and said in a low and slow voice: "Well, it's me." ”

“……”

Luo Qiao's breathing was a little slow, and she unconsciously shrank back, moved her hand wrapped in a silk scarf, and tried to break free.

The man in front of her stared at her, his gaze flickering.

Luo Qiao couldn't help but purse the corners of her lips and said, "What do you want to do?" ”

"What do I want to do?" Shen Jikong didn't seem to notice her breaking free, watched her expression up close, and said with interest: "Hmm...... Let me think about it, how can a hateful little liar deal with it? ”

He looked her up and down, groaned slightly, and then snorted: