moonlight lure

After a night's flight, the flight arrived at six o'clock in the morning.

Song Shiwei slept uncomfortably on the plane and felt very unhappy. She huddled in a thin sweater with a hood, like a sleepy quail. Ji Yanchen and the tour guide put the suitcase in the trunk and wanted to hold her hand. He also sulked and turned sideways to avoid.

After living together for a year, Ji Yanchen was well aware of her annoyance when getting up, but he still couldn't help but laugh every time he saw her like this.

He took a step forward, hugged her with one hand and rubbed the top of her hair, whispering to comfort her: "Go to the hotel and rest first, then go out at noon."

She whispered and was coaxed into the car by him.

The hotel is quite far from the airport, and the road was unexpectedly bumpy. Song Shiwei huddled in her seat with a silent face, her body gradually became tense, and her face became paler.

Ji Yanchen noticed something was wrong with her, so he took off the motion sickness patch and put it behind her ear. His thumb skillfully rubbed the acupuncture points on her wrist. His other arm wrapped around her waist and transferred the weight of her body to his own, making her lean comfortably. some.

There was a couple from China in the same car with them, who were a few years older than them.

The woman has a very enthusiastic personality. She took the initiative to chat with them in the car just now. She and her husband have been married for five years and this time they came to celebrate their anniversary.

Seeing that Song Shiwei looked very uncomfortable, she kindly handed over a bottle of oral motion sickness medicine. She was envious when she saw Ji Yanchen's considerate and considerate expression while riding and riding. She elbowed her husband and said, "Look at me."

The man wore black-rimmed glasses and looked like an engineering man who didn't understand the charm. He crossed his arms and glanced at her, with a sense of humor: "They are on honeymoon, and we are an old married couple, can we be the same?" "

The woman said angrily: "Yes, I got carsick when we were on our honeymoon, so you picked up an orange and ate it yourself."

The man was dissatisfied: "I gave it to you first, but you didn't want it yourself."

She asked, "I was about to vomit, but could I still eat the oranges?"

"Then I didn't give you the orange peel? Does your motion sickness feel much better from the smell?"

"Isn't it because you didn't prepare any medicine in advance and just took two orange peels to fool me?"

"This is physical therapy, how can it be called fooling around?"

"..."

The two of them bickered and stabbed each other, neither giving in to the other.

After taking the medicine, Song Shiwei's face looked slightly better than before. She lowered her voice and joked with the people next to her: "Will you also give me an orange peel in five years?"

Ji Yanchen said arrogantly: "I don't like oranges, so just endure the motion sickness."

Song Shiwei pursed her lips and pinched his waist, but the hard muscles on both sides made it impossible to pinch him. She pinched him several times but then let go. When the sister in the front seat turned around after arguing with her husband, her hands were still groping for a place on his waist. From an outsider's perspective, it looked like she was acting coquettishly and begging for a hug.

She hurriedly wanted to get up and clear the relationship, but Ji Yanchen secretly held her back to stop her, and calmly raised his voice, which would not appear too deliberate but enough for everyone in the car to hear clearly: "I'll hug you again when you get to the hotel, be good."

Song Shiwei: "."

The people in front of them all turned around and glanced at the two of them ambiguously. Song Shiwei pulled her lower lip in embarrassment and stepped on his foot under the car seat angrily.

Ji Yanchen looked down at her with pursed lips. When she had finished venting her anger, he took her into his arms and smiled helplessly at the woman in the front row. He looked like he had no choice but to pamper her. The sister looked at her husband. His expression instantly became even more disgusting.

After getting off the bus, several people checked in separately under the arrangement of the tour guide.

They booked a wild luxury hotel that is very popular on Instagram and has a high filming rate. It stands in the jungle. The architectural appearance is very local but also incorporates modern design. There are only ten suites in total. They have this hotel. The room is in the corner, with the lake in front, the backyard connected to the balcony, and outside the balcony is the live broadcast of the animal world, with elephants drinking water and deer running. The wild and vigorous vitality is very contagious, free and beautiful. It rained just last night, and the air now is moist and fresh.

Song Shiwei took a deep breath while holding the railing. After the stale air in her lungs was replaced, her whole body felt refreshed. The people in the room came over and hugged her from behind, lowered their heads and kissed her cheek: "Are you feeling better?"

She nodded and turned her face slightly: "It's pretty good here."

At first, she was doubtful and a little worried about his choice to come to Africa, but now it seems that it is completely her stereotype.

Ji Yanchen smiled low and pressed her lips: "As long as my wife is satisfied."

He pulled her back to the room, "Let's rest for a while."

She was in a good mood and obediently let him hold her hand: "Okay."

Knowing that they were on their honeymoon, the hotel room was specially decorated. The bedside and bathtub were filled with red petals, and all kinds of aromatherapy, shower gel, handmade soap, and essential oils were all scented with roses.

After changing her clothes, Song Shiwei got into the quilt and stretched herself comfortably. She put on her eye mask and lay down, and soon fell asleep warmly.

Ji Yanchen sat on the bedside and looked at his mobile phone. He put a hand on her exposed arm and reported to both families that the landing was safe.

Ji Zhou responded perfunctorily and had a good time, while Song and Tang gave detailed instructions on many things to pay attention to, and he patiently responded to them one by one.

During the year they were together, he had almost become her exclusive spokesperson. During every year and festival, he was the one who communicated with her family on her behalf. The only thing he hasn't been to is Song Qingyu's parent-teacher conference, and he is basically involved in all the other big and small events in her family.

He didn't find these troublesome. First of all, it was because he was alone in Chengdu, so he was willing to participate in the affairs of another family. Furthermore, no matter how distant the relationship between family members is, it is more reliable than outsiders. He hopes to do his best to help her maintain it so that she will not regret it one day in the future.

After putting down his phone, Ji Yanchen turned his head and looked at the person on the bed.

She slept soundly, and the tip of her nose was slightly red from the steam from the eye mask. He stared at her for a long time, then raised his hand and pinched the tip of her nose. The thin calluses on his fingertips seemed to make her feel itchy, and she unconsciously shook her head to avoid it. He couldn't help but laugh, and he lay down and hugged her across the quilt. She instinctively turned her body to the side and leaned closer to him, her forehead pressed against his neck, and the hot breath she breathed fell evenly on his collarbone.

He rubbed her head and closed his eyes.

It was already past ten o'clock when Song Shiwei woke up, and the food she ordered after washing was just delivered.

The temperature outside was already a bit hot, and the two of them sat on a high stool in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to eat. Song Shiwei was in good spirits after getting enough sleep. After dinner, she put on a long white suspender skirt with a thin shirt on top, and her long black hair was braided into a holiday style. Before going out, she carefully sprayed the sunscreen spray twice, and forcefully sprayed it on Ji Yanchen as well.

Ji Yanchen leaned against the low cabinet in the entrance hall, holding her waist with a helpless expression on his face: "Honey, I'm already this color, so there's no need to waste any more spray."

She carefully patted the liquid on his face evenly with her hands, and said seriously: "If we don't squirt, someone will call the police after we return to China."

He didn't know why: "Why should we call the police? We, the People's Police, don't care about tanning."

Song Shiwei smiled, deliberately leaned close to his ear, and lowered her voice: "But someone will call the police and accuse me of trafficking Africans."

Ji Yanchen: "."

Ding, your resentful puppy is online!

Until the two of them went out and got into the car, Ji Yanchen was still unhappy.