The scheming beauty in Quick Travel is flirtatious and wild

Chapter 82 You are the first

The fog rises from the seaside, and the entire island seems to be covered with a layer of white gauze, hazy and quiet.

Su Luo took a deep breath, took out her phone from her pocket, and slid open the screen.

Through the WeChat group chat, Su Luo found Fu Ganbai's name. She clicked on his avatar, and with just one click, the voice call was connected.

On a rainy day, she was sick and embarrassed. As long as she took the initiative to ask for help, Fu Qianbai would definitely take her back. Through physical contact, he could easily get closer to each other.

However, after a while, her fingertips hovered over the screen, unable to press it down.

Su Luo kicked the root of the tree irritably, but forgot that she was still barefoot. A sharp pain hit her, making her eyes turn red from the pain.

She knelt down and rubbed her feet, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of several ants working together to carry a piece of bread crumbs several times larger than themselves, crawling up the tree trunk.

The rainwater hanging on the leaves flowed down the trunk, washing their weak bodies down, and the crumbs on their tentacles naturally fell with them.

The distance that took a long time to climb suddenly returned to the starting point, but the ants did not give up. After a period of panic, they quickly formed a team to pick up the bread crumbs and set off again.

Facing difficulties, it seems that no amount of resistance can defeat them.

Looking at the stubborn ant in front of her, Su Luo raised a hint of mockery at the corner of her mouth. She didn't know whether she was mocking the ant or reflecting herself.

Looking around, she randomly found a tree branch and pulled down the little ants effortlessly. As a result, the ants who had worked hard for a long time failed again.

This time, instead of forging ahead, they left in despair.

The piece of bread that had been guarded was lying alone on the ground, no one cared about it anymore.

Staring at the small piece of bread crumbs, Su Luo's eyes turned red, and tears began to roll down again.

She found that she was just like these ants. She didn't have much ambition and just wanted to live well and protect her own thoughts. However, even this extravagant wish could not be realized and would always be blocked by external forces.

Every time she gained some courage, a red light suddenly came on in front of her eyes, and she felt as if a big hand was holding her throat, unable to breathe.

She squatted there calming her emotions for a long time, and finally decided to bow to her fate, so she took out her phone again.

But the next second, she was stunned.

In sight, the few ants that had left returned from a short distance away, bringing their companions with them.

They rushed towards the piece of bread crumbs bravely, found their balance and then began to climb up the trunk.

Su Luo looked at it quietly for a while, and suddenly, a pair of shallow eyes were stained with light, she stood up abruptly, and decided to give herself a chance.

If you find possibility in the impossible, it is God's will.

Chu Song is cooking porridge, and other people are also busy. All the conditions point to one result: that is, it is impossible for Chu Song to appear in front of her.

If he showed up, it would be a miracle.

So Su Luo slid open her phone, set a countdown of 100 seconds, and clicked start.

The rain was still pouring down, and a few low dark clouds hung in the sky, casting shadows on the fallen leaves on the ground.

As time ticked by, she closed her eyes and quietly waited for her fate to be pronounced.

45 second, 44 seconds...

There was a rustling sound in the air, and Su Luo suddenly opened her eyes and looked around. Her watery eyes were surprisingly bright, and then dimmed again.

It turned out that it was the staff from the director's tent who came out.

She raised her hand and glanced at the screen.

23 second, 22 seconds...

She knew that the miracle would not happen, but she still refused to give up. She looked at the rugged path, eager to catch the familiar figure at the end of the fog.

17 second, 16 seconds...

The sound of conversation rang in her ears, and before she could ignite her hopes, Yun Duoduo and Gu Xiaozhou came out laughing and playing and walked in the opposite direction.

9 second, 8 seconds...

Admit it, if you don’t have the courage to face death, then you have to make sacrifices;

Accept your fate, Fu Qianbai is quite good, and I won’t wrong you;

Give up, without love, you can still enjoy other good things in life.

she hinted to herself.

Rain as thin as cow hair hit her body, damp and cold, as if a little black man was holding the sled, digging a hole in her chest, burying her hot red heart bit by bit.

3 second, 2 seconds, 1 seconds.

Drop drop-

Countdown to zero.

Su Luo lowered her arms feebly, squatted down and hugged her knees, resting her chin on her legs, tired and desperate.

The wind blows, bringing a refreshing cold fragrance.

The next second, the rain on his body suddenly disappeared.

Looking up, a black umbrella appeared above my head, blocking the gray sky.

The edge of the umbrella slowly moved up, gradually revealing the man's taut jawline, thin lips that were slightly pursed into a straight line, and further up, a pair of sulky black pupils.

The sick patient should have been lying in the tent, but instead he was squatting under a big tree, stepping on the mud. He was miserable and didn't know what he was doing.

A head of seaweed ink hair was wet and stuck to her plain white cheeks, her wet and transparent skirt clung to her calves, and her thick black eyelashes hung heavily as if they had been filled with water.

Seeing her soaked in the rain, Chu Song's heart felt inexplicably angry.

However, before he could ask questions, she had already rushed over, hugged his waist, and started to cry.

Chu Song was stunned. He had seen her cry before, silently and delicately, as delicately as a gardenia. But now she was holding his front, crying so violently and urgently, as if she wanted to vent something.

She cried louder and louder, until her voice became hoarse from crying, but she still didn't stop.

Chu Song tried to distance himself a little bit, but as soon as he had a slight tendency, he was pulled back by her, so he had to let her hold him and hold an umbrella to avoid the rain from getting to her again.

In the sweet air, he heard the crying of the person in his arms gradually stop, and he began to sob and moan:

"Don't go, don't go, I won't let you go."

Her voice was muffled and a little hoarse, definitely not pleasant, but somehow, that soft voice felt particularly comfortable when it entered Chu Song's ear canal.

Seeing that she had almost vented enough, he remained silent, stuffed the umbrella into her hand, took off his coat and put it on her thin shoulders, and then hugged her horizontally.

Su Luo was nestled in his arms, her eyes closed and her brain still dazed. She held an umbrella above his head with one hand. Her chest was sore and swollen. His strong and steady heartbeat could be heard in her ears, and she slowly moved toward him. She conveys power.

The autumn rain gradually stopped, and the sun poured down through the clouds, cutting the dirt road covered with fallen leaves into pieces.

The cool wind blew from the sea, and she slowly opened her eyes. The suffocation in her chest gradually disappeared, and she felt clear and clear.

After she was no longer entangled in her heart, a heartfelt smile appeared on Su Luo's lips.However, when she raised her eyes, which were swollen from crying, she met Chu Song's hard gaze.

"Are you embarrassed to laugh?"

Under the thick crow-black eyelashes, the man's black pupils were full of disapproval.

He held her and walked back step by step, his strong arms clasping the crook of her knees, holding her firmly. With every step he took, Su Luo's heart vibrated at the same frequency.

A few minutes later, the two entered the camp, and the dry and hot air suddenly dispelled the coldness around them.

After Chu Song put her on the bed, just as he was about to straighten up, the front of his clothes was pulled down again. He heard her nasal voice:
"Where are you going?"

Chu Song glanced sideways at her with a calm and handsome face. After a long while, he took a deep breath, pulled off her little paws on his clothes, found a towel and threw it on top of her head, then turned around and planned to go out. Get her a basin of hot water.

Unsurprisingly, the annoying woman came up from behind, wrapped her hands around his waist, buried her little face in the back of his heart, and hummed:

"Do you think I'm annoying? Do you think I've done something wrong?"

Seeing that he didn't move, she shook his waist again. Chu Song was a little overwhelmed by her, and he turned around suddenly, picked her up, and threw her into the quilt.

There was a bounce in the mattress, followed by a woman's giggle.

Chu Song held one hand above her, with the tip of his nose only a few centimeters away from hers. He stared directly at her, his eyes dark, and his breath was hot on the side of her neck.

Seeing that her eyes were watery and her cheeks were flushed, she seemed to have finally remembered her shyness and reserve. He lightly scratched her small nose and said in a low and slow voice:

"Don't run around anymore. Change out of your wet clothes before I come back. Do you understand?"

Looking at her reflection in his black pupils, Su Luo nodded blankly, looking silly, cute and lovable.

Ten minutes later, when Chu Song came back with a basin of hot water, he saw the little woman put on a peach pink sweater dress, sitting obediently on the bedside, staring at him without blinking.

He placed the copper basin filled with hot water next to the bed, then took out the hair dryer and plugged it in.

Seeing that she didn't move and looked at him blankly, Chu Song couldn't help but feel funny. He raised his chin towards the hot water basin and motioned for her to soak her feet.

At this time, the man's black hair was slightly moist, and his thin bangs hung messily on his forehead. He lost his usual noble and calm look and became a bit unruly.

Su Luo's face turned red when she saw it, she sat up and stretched her feet into the hot water, a warm current flowed from the soles of her feet to her whole body, she narrowed her eyes comfortably, and felt that the exhaustion and weakness that had been tossing for a long time gradually subsided.

The next second, her vision was blocked, and the man was rubbing her wet hair with his big hands through the towel. When it was half dry, the hair dryer buzzed.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, soaking her feet, and he was standing in front of her, his long, sharp fingers gently stroking her hair.

Through her hair, she saw that he was holding a pink hairdryer. His front was a mess, and her tears and nose were covered with it. She felt so embarrassed that she decided to self-hypnotize and change the topic:
"Are you also so attentive to your ex-girlfriend?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she sensitively noticed that the fingers above her head paused, and then continued to fiddle with her hair as if nothing happened.

He didn't answer, so Su Luo secretly observed him. When she saw that his ears were faintly red, her heart suddenly dropped.

Two minutes later, he pulled out the bolt. Seeing that she was still staring at him, as if she would not give up until she got an answer, Chu Song's long eyelashes trembled slightly:

"you are the first."

Su Luo was startled and became more curious:

"You didn't blow dry your ex-girlfriend's hair? Why?"

"No."

Seeing her doubts, Chu Song looked away uncomfortably. Gradually, his sexy neck was stained with a layer of light pink, his Adam's apple rolled, and he added:
"I haven't had anyone else's hair blow-dried, and I don't have any ex-girlfriends."

Su Luo was stunned for a moment, her eyes widening in disbelief. After several seconds, she stammered and asked:
"You're 28 and you've never talked about it?"

Her light words, to male ears, were not very offensive but extremely insulting.

Chu Song's back stiffened, but he still nodded honestly. Feeling embarrassed, he wanted to find something to do with his hands. When he saw a foot towel next to him, he pulled it over and squatted down naturally.

When Su Luo recovered from the shock, she found that he was holding one of her feet and wiping it carefully for her. She was startled, and she shrank back subconsciously and said awkwardly:
"What are you doing? Get up quickly."

The delicate little foot was reddened by the hot water, and felt soft and warm in his palm. Suddenly, the softness in his palm disappeared, and he felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Seeing his poor expression, Su Luo swallowed her saliva guiltily and said with a sneer:
"You can't blame me. You are so considerate and know how to cook. Who knew you were inexperienced?"

When she said this, she originally wanted to break the embarrassment, but she didn't want Chu Song to glance at her coldly and said calmly:
"Are you very experienced?"

Su Luo frowned, crossed her legs and sat on the edge of the bed, then took the man's wrist and asked him to sit next to her, looked at him with a smile, and asked instead:
"Never talked about it or kissed it?"

The woman's light eyes were bright, with a small flame of gossip rising in her eyes. The look on her face was particularly vivid, and Chu Song nodded subconsciously.

After getting the answer, Su Luo tilted her little head. Suddenly, she came closer, and her warm breath brushed the hair on his ear, causing shivers.

"Have you ever done that?"

Chu Song's face was filled with smoke because of her fuss, and he stood up immediately. However, before he could lift his feet, she jumped on his back, lying softly on his broad back, asking questions relentlessly. :

"Say...huh?"

Chu Song was thrown backwards, stabilized his lower body, and said solemnly:

"Go down."

"I don't, I don't."

Chu Song frowned, shook her off, pretended to be indifferent, and repeated:

"Come down."

Su Luo was not afraid of him and wrapped her hands tightly around his neck.I had long since caught a glimpse of those big hands guarding me from behind, and I felt so happy that I smiled so much:
"If you don't tell me, I won't go down. If you throw it, you can throw it if you can."

Chu Song choked, he really couldn't bear it.

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and finally heard an almost inaudible voice from the man's throat:
"...asking knowingly."

Su Luo raised the corners of her mouth uncontrollably, recalling in her mind the scenery she saw in the bathroom last night. In the mist of water vapor, the outline in the foam seemed... very impressive.

She blushed and lay on his back laughing muffledly for a while before she leaned into his ear and said something.

Her voice was as light and soft as a feather. After hearing it, Chu Song turned his head and blushed all the way from his neck to his collarbone.

"Stop making trouble and sleep a little longer."

Su Luo nodded, lying under the quilt with only one blinking eye exposed, soft and cute, and Meng Lang's words just now seemed to come from someone else's mouth.

"I want you to stay with me. Wait until I fall asleep before you leave."

He flicked her forehead and nodded: "Then I'll get the computer."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Looking at his back, the curve of Su Luo's mouth dropped back. She touched her aching chest and slowly exhaled.

At this moment, a message from the director team came in on the phone:
[All female guests please gather at the beach at seven o'clock tonight. 】

　Hey guys, let’s go for a vote~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)