moonlight lure

Song Shiwei bit her drink straw, touched him with her arm, and took the initiative to speak: "Captain Ji, what are our plans for this afternoon?"

He leaned on his seat, with a camera slung around his neck, and replied angrily: "Whatever, as long as you can't get in the sun, it's fine."

Song Shiwei suppressed a smile and comforted her: "Don't be afraid. I'll lend you my hat when I get off the car later."

He refused and said, "No, it's already offensive enough to spray you with so much sunscreen. Why do I have the nerve to occupy your hat again?"

Song Shiwei thought his look was funny, leaned forward and held his hand, expressing that she wanted to sue for peace: "Seriously, when I came out just now, the tour guide reminded me not to go back too late, not to bring too much cash, and not to go to remote places. place."

She shook his hand and asked softly, "How much money did you bring with you? Did you cash it all yesterday?"

He glanced over and said indifferently: "Isn't your husband a native of Africa? What are you afraid of?"

Song Shiwei was so reprimanded by him that she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Seeing that he was so resentful and unwilling to calm down, it was clear that she needed to put some effort into coaxing him away. She took a sip of juice, thought for a moment, raised her face towards him and frowned slightly: "It's so cold, my teeth hurt."

Ji Yanchen glanced at her, stretched out his hand, and motioned for her to give him the rest.

She had a cold body and was afraid of the cold. Originally, he didn't approve of her drinking too cold, but it was just too hot today.

But instead of being grateful, she was rebellious and protected the cup: "Is it going to stop hurting you?"

He looked amused: "Then what do you want?"

She blinked her dark eyes, looked at him, and said in a low voice, "Kiss me."

Although she was trying to coax him, Song Shiwei's cheeks inevitably started to heat up after she finished speaking.

It was because she was unfamiliar with the place and no one knew the two of them that she dared to be so presumptuous. The person in front of him was obviously surprised when he heard the words. He stared at her silently for a moment, grabbed her waist and lowered his head to kiss her on the lips. He seemed to be worried about her acceptance. As soon as his tongue touched her teeth, they parted. Asked in a low voice: "Does it still hurt?"

Song Shiwei raised her face, the water stain on her lower lip was glistening, and she didn't know whether it was his or hers.

Her heart beat lightly, and she subconsciously opened her lips. After a moment, she nodded slightly.

Ji Yanchen lightly raised the end of his lips, leaned over and kissed her again.

This time he kissed deeply and hard, taking care of every corner of the mouth meticulously and forcefully. Her lips were cool and sweet. The more he kissed her, the more greedy he felt. The big palm on her waist unconsciously exerted force, as if he wanted to embed her into his arms.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, the wind blew her hair on her forehead, and the shadows of the trees hit their faces. The light and shadow flickered, and the scene of the couple kissing each other was as beautiful as a movie.

In a daze, Song Shiwei felt as if she suddenly realized the meaning of honeymoon. When two people who are already very familiar are in a strange environment in a foreign country, the novelty will generate a lot of excitement, courage, happiness and other different forms of dopamine, which will then be converted into the glue before they enter the next stage of life.

Here, they only know each other and each other, and in the next few decades, they will be each other's only partners and allies, enjoying and confronting all the joys and risks of life together.

Someone was whistling outside the car window, and I didn’t know if he was teasing them. Song Shiwei shyly buried her face in his arms, as if she was not the one who took the initiative just now.

Ji Yanchen lowered his eyes and rubbed her head, with a smile in his dark eyes. He lowered his head and came close to her ear, his voice low and seductive: "I want to go back to the hotel, my wife." Song Shiwei, with fair tips of pink ears, raised her hand to push his waist, her face still resting on his neck and refused to lift up.

He rubbed the shell of her ear with his fingertips and said in a deep and meaningful voice: "We have to listen to the tour guide and go back early in the evening."

Whether it was because of the hint in his words or because his fingers were too rough, her ears instantly felt hotter.

When she got off the bus, Song Shiwei ran away as fast as a rabbit. Ji Yanchen slightly raised the corners of his lips and stayed to pay the driver a tip.

There was only half a day left today, and it was too late to go to the national park. The two decided to wander around the capital city first to familiarize themselves with the local climate and environment.

The unfamiliar streets in a foreign country are very fresh. Although the buildings are old, they are completely different from the modern urban atmosphere in China. They are all large areas of bright colors. The buildings also reflect different styles because of different beliefs. On the same street Colliding together, they are both contradictory and harmonious.

Song Shiwei liked this kind of travel with local customs. She kept taking pictures with her mobile phone along the way. When she looked back, she saw the person behind her was taking pictures of herself. She smiled and made several poses to match him. Seeing that he had no intention of stopping yet. , reacted: "Are you recording?"

Ji Yanchen held up the camera and nodded.

Song Shiwei secretly wondered if her pretentious look just now was all recorded? He couldn't leave such a big deal behind. He walked over and was about to threaten him to delete it. A young girl behind him walked up quietly. She seemed to have been observing the two of them for a long time and asked tentatively: "Korean?"

The two looked at each other inexplicably, and Ji Yanchen replied quietly: "No, Chinese."

The girl immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, that's great."

She smiled and turned her gaze to Song Shiwei, "Sister, can you ask your boyfriend to take some photos for me and my friends? Just now we saw how good he was at taking photos and we bet that he is a Korean man. We were laughing so hard."

Song Shiwei politely curved her lower lip. She didn't quite understand the post-00s mentality. She glanced at Ji Yanchen and signaled him to make his own decision.

He handed her the camera and followed the girl to the side. She opened the photo album on her camera and unexpectedly discovered that he had taken so many photos and videos without her knowing, recording almost their entire journey.

She lowered her eyes and carefully turned over the pages one by one. To be fair, Captain Ji's skills are really good. She likes one of her favorite photos of herself on the street. The background and light are both unpredictable. There is a constant flow of traffic and pedestrians behind her. She stands on the roadside and looks back, and the light and shadow focus on her. The expression on her face was hazy, and the breeze picked up the hem of her white skirt. There was an atmosphere that was out of place with her surroundings, as if she had strayed into the mortal world.

She stared at the photo for a long time, until Ji Yanchen came back and handed her a gift certificate: "My commission should be handed over to the leader."

Song Shiwei chuckled and took it. The gift certificate was made of paper and had a very exquisite style, with various drinks and cakes printed on it.

"The afternoon tea they just had was delicious." He raised his hand to tuck the hair around her ears and asked in a low voice, "Are you tired?"

She raised her face and handed him the camera: "It's okay. Let's go shopping for a while and then eat."

The two of them walked down the street until the camera popped up a low battery prompt.

They went to the reserved restaurant, which was located by the window. As the dinners and desserts ordered came out one after another, the sun outside the window became darker and lower.

Song Shiwei picked up her mobile phone and took a few pictures of the exotic sunset, holding her chin and sighing: "It's so beautiful."