The moon sets.

Luxury yachts are lined up with waves on the bow and waves on the bow.

Wen Hao boarded the yacht, and Neil had not yet arrived.

The RIVA 68' Ego was a huge Mac he had only recently acquired, and while he didn't think a private yacht was the biggest, he knew he couldn't resist her glittering charm when he looked at her.

He likes the color of the black walnut wood decoration and the metallic texture of the white, and the simple and fashionable style and the incomparable attention to detail match his little cleanliness in clothing and home.

Half-lying on the sofa in the living room, the ring-shaped glass window could easily close the noise, he held a wine glass, closed his eyes and fell asleep, enjoying the quiet night of the bay.

The waves are gently rocking, the hull is moving with the waves, and you can barely feel the shaking while lying in this yacht. Jiang Wenhao wanted to think about something else, but his thoughts were repeated again and again, and he couldn't help but focus on that little face, the sweet little dimples, which made him want to kiss her again.

He remembered the kiss, and he touched her forehead gently, in fact, how much he wanted to print it on her lips at that time, he was just afraid, afraid of frightening her.

If it's summer, invite her to a three-day, two-night roaming off the coast of San Francisco.

The moon rises in the sea, and the sound of a mermaid is heard in the distance, and the ship is anchored in the inland sea where no one is around, and then the rear deck, the railing is skillful, and you love me.

Back hugs.

Wrap around your slender waist.

I kiss you with a silky, damp and hot breath, and a gasp scattered like a rain of petals.

Push it away, clasp the temperature of your palm, vine tree, vine flower tree by tree.

Finally.

Finger slippery, silky, rambling, "Your lace skirt, it's better to let me help you take it off, right?" ”

He is immersed in the world of his own imagination,

Suddenly I remembered the last time my GP told him, "There are many health benefits to having a regular sexual partner." ”

"Why don't you be," he thought, "Vivi, my regular sex partner?" Good no good. ”

"What are you doing here?" Neil walked in and asked him.

Hearing Neil's voice, Wen Hao didn't move, still resting his head on his arms, half-lying on the sofa casually.

"I'll wait for you to drink." He opened his eyes and said, "Today, because of your little model, I was punched for no reason, shouldn't you have two drinks with me?" ”

"What are you kidding?" Neil walked over as he spoke, casually pressing the CD player, and the jumping metallic sound spread out in all directions.

"This music is so noisy," Wen Hao rubbed his forehead and stood up, poured a glass of red wine and handed it to Neil.

"Isn't that your favorite?"

"It's not the mood for today."

"How are you feeling today?"

"I feel like I've been beaten."

"Seriously?"

"Am I kidding?"

Neil noticed Wen Hao's nose at this time, and there was really a residual drop of red.

"You're not going to have a nosebleed for a woman, are you?" Neil said in surprise.

"It's all said, I was beaten."

"Who dares to touch you, boss, what about your black charcoal head, you don't want to destroy people with one punch."

"Waste your size, I was beaten by a psychiatrist."

"What?" Neil's eyes widened.

"Psychiatrist?" He asked.

"Hmm." Wen Hao then said what happened just now.

"Huh," Neil couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at, you."

"I didn't expect you to have today." Neil smiled and said, "Who makes you always self-righteous, thinking that you are charming, and it is good for you to suffer a little." ”

"Are you a friend, I'm beaten, you're still happy."

"It's just a friend, I'm happy, it's rare for you to let me see the joke."

Hehe, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, both of them were also a little drunk.

Wen Hao said: "You don't know, the female model you like actually knows that psychiatrist?" ”

"It's amazing to know something."

Wen Hao said: "You kid is stupid, that female model, eighty percent of them will also like that psychiatrist, that psychiatrist, really a long face that women like......"

"Like you." Neil quipped.

"Of course not, I don't know how much more than him, that guy, a little white face, you still have it, it's better to hurry up."

"Actually, I, I've always said it, but Yujin didn't respond to her."

"What do you mean?"

"I've always sent flowers."

"Oh, really?"

"yes, it's just that I didn't sign it."

"I'll go."

"Hey, I said, what is the name of that little white-faced psychiatrist you said?"

"What's the name, it seems like Han what's coming from, Han Ziyu, Maxwell?"

"Dr. Han?" Neil bounced off the couch.

"What's wrong, you?" Wen Hao was taken aback.

"He's, he's my psychiatrist." Neil's face turned pale.

"What, what the hell are you talking about?"

In fact, even Ziyu didn't know that the client who had been consulting him online all along, and the person he liked in his mouth turned out to be Yujin.

And Yujin she was also his client's guest.

The night is getting darker, and a little starlight is warming the loneliness in front of whose bed? The song in the fishing fire, and whose sweet golden ears are nostalgic?

That night, no one could sleep well.

Ziyu was a little worried.

Zhi Yao seemed to be a little expectant and a little flustered.

Wen Hao, inexplicably irritable.

Neil, gloomy.

This psychological counseling is very effective, and he is looking forward to completing this treatment, so that he can appear in front of her as a man and confess to her, but is it too late?

His sweetheart actually fell in love with his psychiatrist?

What kind of drama is this singing? Neil's psychological shadow, what's going on?

He was 15 years old that year, and he studied in the same aristocratic middle school as Wen Hao, although his family background was not as good as his good friend Jiang Wenhao, but compared with ordinary people, he was also very rich. My grandfather was a well-known Justice of the Peace, and three generations of his family were jewellers dealing in jewelry, with branches throughout Southeast Asia, including in Shanghai and Taipei.

He is the youngest son of his parents, the treasure of his parents. However, because she was seriously ill and missed some homework, her parents hired a tutor for her to help him tutor him in Chinese and English.

The young lady is a college student, and he still remembers her appearance, she is so beautiful. Pretty face, thin lips, delicate countenance. I can't forget her back, with long hair and shawls fluttering in the wind......

The first time he saw her, he felt like her. His parents introduced a few tutors, and he insisted, "Mommy, just her." ”

There was always a hint of melancholy in her bright eyes.

He accidentally learns that she has a physically disabled mother and a younger brother who is in elementary school. She has been working hard as a tutor to support her family. He secretly gave her almost all the pocket money given by his grandfather and parents in those years.

She silently took it.

Don't think it's pocket money, it's going to be a small amount. He's the kind of kid who is more homely, and he never spends any money on weekdays. That money is almost 200,000 Hong Kong dollars.

The summer nights are a bit dreary.

Sweaty and sweaty, my sister took off her coat while explaining to him, she bent down and pointed to a certain word in the book, her chest seemed to touch his shoulder intentionally and unintentionally.

Suddenly, he was in a state of flux.

As soon as his heart was hot, he stood up with a thud and mustered up the courage to say, "Sister, I, I like you......"

(The author has something to say: first love, first snow, the word "beginning" is really beautiful.) It is human nature to make people remember for the first time in their lives, but is the word "beginning" through the word "place"? I think the virgin plot is a very beautiful feeling, but the problem is that the virgin complex that it wants to correspond to, how can it be obscene and funny in an instant? ）