I don't know when.

The two of them had already reached the bed.

Qiao Yunchuan's eyes were full of longing that was familiar to her.

[-I want to do something bad to you.] 】

The juvenile voice is clear and pleasant, with some hoarse magnetism, which makes people feel soft when they listen to it.

Fusang did not dare to look at him, closed his beautiful eyes, and let him kiss him again.

……

……

Songkran is a popular festival for young people, and it is a day when people can splash water on people as much as they want.

Whether it is someone who does not like the eye, or someone who likes it very much, it will be attacked by water.

Young boys and girls will hold a basin of water or a water gun, chase after the person they hate or like, splash it, and have fun to their heart's content.

Fusang had never participated in such a festival before, and it was an extraordinarily novelty.

Qiao Yunchuan held her hand tightly and led her to the street.

Today Fusang wears exotic costumes, the characteristic floral skirts, and the silky black hair tied into whips, with delicate flowers stuck on them.

The clothes worn here are a kind of skirt that covers the hips and fits the body, so Fusang's good figure immediately highlights when he wears it.

Qiao Yunchuan was reluctant to let her wear it at first, but after she begged and agreed to some unequal treaties many times, he was willing to agree to let her wear a beautiful skirt.

The streets are crowded with people, and Songkran is the most famous festival here, and many foreign people come to attend it every year.

There were many young men and women in the streets, with water guns in their hands, who had already started a splashing fight.

There are even people who drive cars loaded with water and spray them on people with basins or buckets while driving them down the street.

Those who were splashed were instantly drenched, and immediately began to fight back in shame.

Fusang watched it with relish, and the uneasiness of arriving in another country gradually dissipated.

Because there were too many people on the street, Qiao Yunchuan held her hand very tightly, as if she would disappear in the next second.

Suddenly, someone noticed that the little couple was clean, like an elegant nobleman who had come to inspect, and immediately raised a water gun to attack them.

"Ahh Fusang subconsciously cried out.

Qiao Yunchuan immediately protected her behind him, and the water shot on his body.

Fusang was blocked tightly, and he was not touched by the water.

"Yunchuan." The girl lay on the boy's back and said loudly, "We need a water gun." ”

Qiao Yunchuan's eyes flashed slightly, and he escorted the girl towards the shop that sold water guns.

A moment later.

Fusang bought two water guns and came out, his delicate eyebrows dyed with a hint of a smile.

"Look who is good at marksmanship, Yun Chuan, take it."

She handed the boy a water gun.

A doting smile flashed in Qiao Yunchuan's eyes, and he stretched out his bony fingers and grabbed the water gun given by the girl.

This is a lively festival where many young men and women show affection to each other.

As soon as Fu Sang and Qiao Yunchuan came out, they were attacked a lot.

The girls from other countries boldly shot towards Qiao Yunchuan, deliberately showing off their good bodies that were splashed with water.

“……”

Fusang puffed out his mouth, a little unhappy.

The little good girlfriend is here!

Fusang raised his water gun and shot the water mercilessly, and shot it directly at the women's faces.

The women cried out in panic.

Fussan couldn't help but laugh.

Qiao Yunchuan glanced at the happy girl, and his slender and good-looking Yin lips hooked slightly.

The water gun in his hand also shot at the men and women, even if it was a real gun, so that those people retreated and hurriedly dodged.