“…”

Fenghua was stunned.

She held up slightly and saw that the boy had closed his eyes, his slender and thick eyelashes were folded down. His skin as white as porcelain was without any flaws, and his facial features were even more delicate than girls.

Fenghua couldn't help but stretch out his fingers and wanted to poke his eyelashes.

At this time, Yan Che opened his eyes "swish", and his beautiful pupils were as dark as whirlpools.

Her fingertips paused.

Meet the boy's eyes.

What's going on with this feeling of being caught suddenly?

Fenghua's face remained unchanged and he poked Yan Che's face calmly.

snort.

What to look for?

I think I dare not take action?

Her Majesty the Queen said she still poked, without any pressure.

A meaning was revealed in his lazy eyes: Looking again? If you look again, you will eat you!

"Stop messing around." The boy was helpless and indulged. He tightened his hands around the girl's waist slightly, raised his hand and pressed her head against his neck, and then said, "I'm asleep..."

Fenghua's voice came muffled: "Ache, you can sleep when you sleep, how much does it mean to pull me?"

“This position is very uncomfortable.”

"Hey, Yan Che..."

She muttered a few words and finally liberated her head, but she saw that the boy was already asleep.

Close your eyes and breathe evenly.

The thin and bright red lips were faintly bent, as if they were happy and satisfied.

Really, I fell asleep so quickly.

She had no choice but to put away her slender fingers that stretched out to pinch the face, and said carelessly: "Let you go this time."

...

When Yan Che woke up, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon abroad time.

The fatigue and distress between the eyebrows and eyes faded, and the three-dimensional facial features looked more and more beautiful.

He sat up.

The quilt slid off his body, revealing a slightly wrinkled white shirt.

Yan Che raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He just woke up and his brain nerves were a little slow.

Sitting on the bed, he looked a little cute.

He blinked his eyes, his long dark eyelashes flashed slowly a few times, slowly lifted up, and his pupils looked around the room.

No one.

Outside the window, the sunset was setting, and the layers of smoke and clouds in the sky were like a rouge box that was accidentally knocked over by a beauty, with colorful ink.

After a while, Yan Che withdrew his gaze and suddenly turned over and got out of bed.

“…Xia Xia!”

-

When Yan Che found the girl, she was next to the bonfire set up on the beach, and a pretty boy was holding a guitar and singing a love song. A group of people around her applauded.

The girl changed her clothes, which was no longer the one he saw in the morning, but a very distinctive bohemian dress with dazzling oil paintings.

The hair is spread out and is casually draped over the shoulders, and it is naturally soft and slightly curled.

The firelight shone on her side face, delicate and bright.

Yan Che breathed a sigh of relief, and the worry and panic in his heart faded away like a tide in an instant, but replaced by a distinct anger that rose.

Even Yan Che himself was surprised by this anger.

What he was angry was that it was not because she ran out alone, which made him worry, searching for it for a long time, but...

The handsome boy was holding the guitar and was obviously singing around her.

The cool breeze by the sea slightly rolled up the boy's white shirt, and the slender hands under the cuffs were unconsciously clenched into fists.

The guitar sound stopped, and the boy turned into a flower, his fair cheeks were slightly red, and he handed it out as his friends cheered: "This flower is for you..."
Chapter completed!