Feng Mojiang stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the boundless sea, he didn't speak, he had no opinion on whether to get on the Fire Island or not, he had always unconditionally supported Ye Jiujiu's decision, so he didn't care where he went.

Ji Weiwei is the kind of woman who is stronger than a man in the eyes of others, but she becomes a little bird in front of the person she likes, she has no objection to Ye Chenxuan's decision, not to mention, she thinks that Ye Chenxuan is right to do this, Xiao Yu will go to Alcatraz Island in order to save Ye Chenxuan, now that people are dead, they can't let people die in vain, and even his family doesn't know about his death, right?

So he turned the bow of the ship and the group headed for the island of fire.

Ye Jiujiu looked at Feng Mojiang standing at the bow of the boat, the sea breeze blew, blowing his clothes, and the white clothes made him look not like a mortal, as if he was riding the wind at any time.

Maybe I saw Feng Mo Jiang dying before, almost out of breath, at this moment, seeing Feng Mo Jiang as if he was about to leave at any time, he panicked, took a few steps forward, hugged Feng Mo Jiang from behind, and tightly.

Ye Chenxuan and Ji glanced at each other slightly, and left the deck with a very tacit understanding and entered the cabin.

Feng Mojiang felt that his waist was suddenly hugged, and he smelled the faint familiar fragrance on Ye Jiujiu's body, and the softness of a girl came from his back, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly softened, his ice blue eyes were slightly dark, and his voice was hoarse: "Jiujiu." ”

He called her name, and his voice was always low and deep, cold and cold, but with a hint of softness and pampering, which was a very contradictory existence, but when this contradictory emotion converged on the word wine, it was unexpectedly good.

Ye Jiujiu's heart was soft, and her quiet eyebrows were dyed with a smile, as long as she heard his voice, she felt relieved, she rubbed her face on his back, and lazily responded: "Hmm." ”

"That's right." Ye Jiujiu let go of Feng Mojiang, Feng Mojiang turned around, and the two faced each other and looked at each other.

"Huh?" Feng Mo will respond gently.

Obviously the sea breeze hunting, obviously the surrounding environment is not so poetic, but the rare time alone, neither of them seems to want to break.

Ye Jiujiu suddenly stretched out his hand and put it on Feng Mojiang's chest: "Feng Mojiang, your heart is not on me." ”

This is not an interrogative sentence, but a definite sentence.

Feng Mojiang frowned slightly, raised his hand to hold Ye Jiujiu's hand, held her hand in his own hand, and pressed slightly, how could Jiujiu know about this? When did you find out?

Ye Jiujiu saw that Feng Mo Jiang was just holding his hand, but he didn't speak, he was silent, and seemed to hesitate.

She continued: "You don't need to say that I also know that my heart is what you gave me, and you used your heart to help me be reborn, but I don't understand, why? ”

Ye Jiujiu tilted his head and stared at Feng Mojiang's eyes, seeing his ice blue eyes flickering slightly, and seeing his serious face pursing his lips, he seemed reluctant to say, but Ye Jiujiu did not give up and looked at him stubbornly.

Feng Mojiang sighed softly, and then the corners of his lips rose slightly, and his cold facial features suddenly melted like ice and snow, soft and beautiful: "A man is courteous to a woman, wine, what else do you think?" ”

"Attentive?" Ye Jiujiu said that he accepted incompetence and handed over his heart, in the eyes of Feng Mojiang, it was just a courtesy?

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