Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Dongfang Shijin always wakes up easily when sleeping, especially when holding Ye Qingcheng. He can feel Ye Qingcheng turning over. Not to mention that ye Qingcheng got up and left.

Dongfang Shijin heard the sound of the glass door opening - although Ye Qingcheng really tried not to make any sound.

But ah, there is a feeling that two people who love each other have.

The air is cold. Dongfang Shijin gently hugs Ye Qingcheng and buries her chin in her shoulder socket. The gently breathing air is Ye Qingcheng's familiar taste.

Ye Qingcheng is very thin. He doesn't even have any fat on his waist.

Dongfang Shijin's heart hurts a little, but this quiet and silence suddenly gives Dongfang Shijin a warm feeling - he can hold her and give her his warmth.

Ye Qingcheng faces the ocean in the distance. The foggy sea seems to be an invisible future.

The air was damp and cold.

Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes hard and clearly felt the gas he was breathing in his nose like a sharp knife, not light or heavy, rowing her breathing.

Maybe it's only a few minutes, maybe it's a long time.

Ye Qingcheng finally moved her body - in fact, she was cold, but the place where Dongfang Shijin hugged her was so warm.

Ye Qingcheng's hand is cold, gently moves down and touches the arm of Dongfang Shijin - his arm is still warm, like the only temperature in the cold world.

"What's the matter?"

The voice of Dongfang Shijin is still magnetic.

The sound of the waves beating on the ship was roaring.

Clearly.

Mixed with the sound of seagulls.

"Dongfang Shijin... Are you sleepy..." Ye Qingcheng's voice seemed to be blown away by the sea breeze.

"Not sleepy." Dongfang Shijin didn't feel sleepy at all.

Because ye Qingcheng is here.

"Then you..." Ye Qingcheng gently bit his lower lip, "I'm a little hungry... I want to eat."

Ye Qingcheng knows that the only thing that can distract Dongfang Shijin is her.

"Well, there's a kitchen here. Tell me what you want to eat." Dongfang Shijin hugged her as if to let her go back and have a rest.

Ye Qingcheng didn't move.

"Dongfang Shijin..." Ye Qingcheng's eyelashes trembled, and his voice was very weak, but Dongfang Shijin still heard it.

"Huh?"

The voice of his promise was very magnetic, but it seemed careless, which suddenly made Ye Qingcheng feel uncomfortable again.

"Dongfang Shijin, I know some words may be inappropriate... But I still want to tell you..." Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath and tried to calm his trembling voice. Fortunately, the air here is so cold that ye Qingcheng's throat seems to be frozen.

Dongfang Shijin just held her.

Dongfang Shijin already knows what ye Qingcheng wants to say.

Maybe he just doesn't want to admit it.

Ye Qingcheng gently pushed him away and took a deep breath.

The coolness of that moment suddenly filled the arms of Dongfang Shijin. He watched Ye Qingcheng go away and see ye Qingcheng go to the railing of the ship. She stood there, and her white nightdress floated slightly, like a fairy from a distant place.

Ye Qingcheng's black hair shook slightly in the air.

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