In the face of the terrible deadline, emotions and self-esteem are all clouds!>o<

But—

Luo Xiaozhuang, who had never attended such a luxurious party, preferred to die in the last twelve days the moment he saw this cruise ship, and then was whipped and squeezed to death by the editor.

At least, at least it doesn't spark her deep self-esteem, and in a group of perverted native English speakers, she understands one word, okayTAT

Luo Xiaozhuang, who spoke a simple native language, stood on the deck and blew the cool breeze.

If there was a Jack, it would be okay, how pleasant it would be to watch the sunset and the sideburns grind together, but she is at best an abandoned Rose >_< now

'Seven Day Lover'

As the name suggests, it will last for seven days, and today is the second day, the second day that Luo Xiaozhuang stood on the deck, the second day of wandering on the sea.

She didn't have an affair anyway, she didn't get accosted, and that's it, looking at the entire cruise ship, even holding a small hand or kissing a small mouth is nowhere to be seen, and a group of elegantly dressed men and women are reserved like gentlemen and ladies at the English medieval ball.

Shuffling her cheeks and looking at the goblet in her hand, she doesn't know how to drink but is not afraid to drink, because her wine is so good that people are jealous.

The amber liquid flows on the walls of the cup, with a crystal clear water ripple, which makes people greedy. Luo Xiaozhuang put the wine glass under his nose and sniffed it lightly, the fresh fruit fragrance was mixed with a touch of alcohol, which was intoxicating.

Her wrist tilted, and the cocktail in her glass poured into the ocean.

"There's a dance going on inside, don't you want to see it?" The low male voice sounded slowly behind him, warm and lazy.

Luo Xiaozhuang was startled, and the goblet in his hand fell straight into the sea, without even making a popping sound. She frowned and turned her head, just about to take a good look at which man was so scary, but her gaze was gradually amazed.

The man who walked towards her was tall and handsome, like a god from Norse mythology who came out of a book.

Casually wearing white clothes, black pants and high-top boots, his face is very white, with a soft white glow like spring and snow, and his loose hair is also soft and hanging.

He doesn't have that kind of feminine beauty, probably because of his deep facial features.

But what attracted Luo Xiaozhuang the most was his eyes, which were as beautiful as obsidian gemstones, attracting attention.

"The glass that just fell down, twenty dollars a piece. There was a shallow smile on the corner of the beautiful man's mouth.

The two tones of the dollar made Luo Xiaozhuang suddenly come back to his senses from the nymphomaniac, and quickly calculated in his heart, twenty dollars were discounted into one hundred and twenty-five .6 yuan. Her first thought was-

Just a humble goblet is so expensive!!

The most important thing is that she didn't bring any cash with her, because Lin Hanjun's dead girl said that the woman didn't ask for any fees at this party>_<

Luo Xiaozhuang's eyes looked at the gentle handsome British guy standing in front of her, and suddenly bent into a smile that he thought was elegant, and his voice was soft and rude: "I didn't take anything just now, did you see what I was holding?"

"What's in it for me. The man leaned against the side of the boat with her, his posture slouching.

Luo Xiaozhuang said it as a matter of course: "A man and a little woman are worried about one hundred and twenty-five .6 yuan, this kind of thing will laugh out of the big teeth, and besides, I originally took the goblet well, if it wasn't for your sudden sound, I wouldn't have let go of it in fright, so, in the final analysis, it's not my fault alone." ”