Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng subconsciously wants to lift his feet and leave here quickly.

"Ye Qingcheng -"

The familiar male voice is particularly quiet in this silent night.

Even clearly abnormal.

Ye Qingcheng's feet just lifted up were frozen for a moment. Her heart contracted violently, and a stream of pain rushed up quickly. She seemed to be stupid, and even her tears were stuck there.

The steps are as heavy as a kilo of steel and can't move properly.

"Qingcheng, come here."

The mellow and magnetic male voice sounded again, as if with a little urging.

Ye Qingcheng's stiff body turned around and saw that the cruise ship stopped at the shore. The stopping distance was not close. After all, the ship was huge and could not be parked in shallow water.

Against the light, she saw a strong figure standing on the deck of the ship. He seemed to be wearing a long windbreaker. Even in the middle of the night, his figure was not very clear, but even if it was such a contour, she wanted to cry.

Almost subconsciously, ye Qingcheng turned around, walked towards the other side, and ran slowly. The wind was blowing, driving the reeds under his feet and the splashes of small puddles.

The huge cruise ship stopped there. Just as ye Qingcheng was running towards this side, a mini yacht was put down and slowly floated over Ye Qingcheng. She approached and climbed up slowly. She didn't know when her shoes had been lost. * * * * stepped on the mud and had shallow water. It was cold and cold, But she had no feeling at all.

There was a young man on the yacht. The brim of the man's hat was low and his face could not be seen in the dark. Then the small yacht approached the hull and put on a rope ladder. Ye Qingcheng held the rough rope and stepped on the railing with his feet, which hurt slightly. The man behind held her body from behind to prevent her from falling.

She saw the face of Dongfang Shijin at a close distance when there was still a little distance above.

He has really lost a lot of weight, and his outline is particularly deep. The oriental characteristics look less obvious. He is more like a pure westerner with clear outline. His eye sockets are deep and there are shallow blood threads in his eyes.

There were some stubble on his lips, which looked a little embarrassed, and there were some scattered scratches on his face.

Even his always straight coat had some dust on it.

He came down with a hand. The black cuffs were straight and clean, inlaid with three Black Obsidian stones, emitting a deep light in the night.

His hands are still clean, bony, even white, but the position of his palm is slightly red, like what he has just experienced.

Ye Qingcheng stretched out a hand. These days, they exchanged ten fingers for the first time

The hands of Dongfang Shijin are warm and comfortable, powerfully wrapping Ye Qingcheng's small hands.

He slowly pulled Ye Qingcheng up.

Almost at the moment she didn't land, she was pulled into a strong embrace. The embrace was stained with the coolness of the night, but it took the breath of the Oriental world brocade she was most familiar with, familiar and clean, which made her nose sour.

It was only a week since they last met.