Chapter 317 I am Ning Fengsheng...his Shengsheng...

He placed her feet on the tops of his shoes and wrapped his arms around her slender body.

Her head rested softly on his shoulder, her long hair and veil hanging down, carrying a faint cold fragrance.

The train of the wedding dress drew a graceful arc on the deck, complementing the fireworks blooming in the sky.

On the white carved table, an antique hourglass was slowly leaking white sand, counting down the time.

"Do you know which year I hate the most?" He bent down and kissed her cold earlobe. "Four years ago, that year I lost you."

Bang, the fireworks are still going off.

"Do you know which year I miss the most?" He curled his lips, his voice wrapped in the salty sea breeze, "It was also four years ago... because that was the last year I had Shengsheng..."

The person in his arms didn't respond.

The waltz steps spin, and the heartbeats are accompanied by fireworks.

Ning Fengsheng's head leaned weakly against him, and his feet moved passively according to his guidance, like an exquisite marionette puppet.

The lace of the wedding dress cascades in the lights, like a flowing galaxy.

When the song ended, Nanchuan Shijue took out the velvet box and pushed it open with his thumb.

"Ms. Ning Fengsheng, are you willing to marry Mr. Nanchuan Shijue, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do us part?"

No response.

Only the hem of the wedding dress rose slightly with the movement.

He seemed to have heard the answer and laughed softly...

The vibration of the chest cavity was transmitted through the bodies pressed against each other, carrying with it a scorching heat.

He waited a few seconds, then smiled to himself and said, "She does."

He took her unconscious hand and put the "heart" ring on her ring finger. The size was just right - he had measured this slender finger bone countless times when she was sleeping.

Lost weight... Lost weight again...

Fortunately, she will not lose any more weight, and their lives will end today.

"Ning Fengsheng, from the day you became my woman, I never thought of letting you go. Even if we can't share the same bed in life, we must always share the same grave. It's dark out there, and I'm afraid you're timid, so I have to hold your hand and walk with you."

The hourglass ticked silently, symbolizing Ning Fengsheng's dwindling life, and simultaneously counting down the time for the bomb at the bottom of the cabin to explode.

"We'll be together through life and death, Shengsheng." He kissed her pale lips gently, "This time, you'll never be able to drive me away."

The largest cluster of fireworks bloomed in the sky, illuminating the paranoid tenderness in his eyes.

The life monitoring watch on Ning Fengsheng's wrist suddenly sounded an alarm.

The "beep-beep" sound pierces the romantic illusion, like the death warrant of the god of death.

The smile on Nanchuan Shijue's face faded.

"What's the hurry?" He covered her ears and gently stroked her earlobes with his fingertips. "Let's go together."

He held her in his arms, as if she were the most precious offering in the world, through the corridor surrounded by roses, and placed her in the center of the water bed covered with petals.

"Ning Fengsheng, you are my bride tonight."

Nanchuan Shijue's breathing became heavy and his fingers trembled as he kissed her while untying the complicated laces on the back of her wedding dress.

His hot lips fell on her forehead, eyelids, and nose tip, and then kissed her neck and collarbone...

Every inch of her skin was branded with his hot kisses.

The two people's fingers were tightly intertwined, interlocking.

He wanted to kiss her all over, and at the last moment of death, they would be deeply embedded in each other, becoming a pair of inseparable conjoined twins that no one could separate...

Even in an explosion, they might be reduced to ashes.

"boom--!"

The first explosion was sudden and violent.

The entire ship shook violently, the crystal glass on the bedside table fell over, and the red wine spread like blood on the white sheets.

Nanchuan Shijue seemed not to hear anything, hugged Ning Fengsheng even tighter, and kissed her all over desperately.

Explosions sounded one after another from all over the ship.

The chandelier collapsed, seawater rushed in frantically from the broken hull, and flames greedily licked the wooden decorations.

Nanchuan Shijue finally raised his head.

The hatch was stuck by the deformed door frame, and thick smoke seeped in from the gap.

"It won't hurt, it will be quick." He kissed her brow, "Let's do it together."

The fireworks in the sky continued, complementing the lights of the cruise ship, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Ning Fengsheng, the fireworks aren't over yet," he said, looking out the window at the dazzling sky, his tone as cheerful as if he were coaxing a child, "When we get there, I'll show you every day."

"Lord Nanchuan! No!" The soul of Ning Fengsheng looked at the fire in front of him.

She was awakened from the first explosion. She rushed over like crazy, but passed through his body again and again.

She tried to stop him, but he couldn't hear a thing and couldn't see her!

Nanchuan Shijue looked at the raging fire and suddenly said in a deep voice, "Ning Fengsheng, do you remember the story about the mayfly you told me?"

A white light suddenly exploded in Ning Fengsheng's head, and she remembered!

"Nanchuan Shijue, there is an insect in the world called the mayfly, which can only live for one day.

He made friends with the grasshopper. When it was dark, the grasshopper was going home and said to him, "See you tomorrow."

Mayfly wondered, "Is there a tomorrow?"

Later, the grasshopper met the frog, and the frog said, I am going to hibernate, see you next year.

The grasshopper was puzzled. What? Is there still a next year?

If one day the person you love the most, the person you can’t let go of, says to you: Let’s meet in the next life.

You may wonder, is there an afterlife?

You haven't been there, so how do you know there is no afterlife? "

Nanchuan Shijue tilted his head and chuckled softly, "Ning Fengsheng, it turns out there really is an afterlife... We'll live through all our lives together, and see you in the next."

Ning Fengsheng froze, countless fragments of memory flooding back—

She saw a wall full of sex toys in the secret room. He hugged her from behind and said, "Pick one you like. If you make a mistake next time, you can put it on yourself..."

She was robbed in a dark alley, and he swooped down from the sky, snatched the blade and killed her, then bit her ear: "Ning Fengsheng, from now on, only beg for mercy from me!"

At the auction, he raised his hand to buy a piano worth a fortune. That night, the strings were wrapped with a red ribbon and tied around her waist: "Shengsheng, if you play a wrong note, I'll punish you for the whole night..."

The first time she blew up the kitchen, he tucked her into his arms, his face charred black from the explosion, but he sneered at her: "Are you afraid of fireworks of this magnitude?"

When a hurricane hit, she was trapped in the library. He broke into the library through the window against the wind, and even though the glass shards were embedded in his chest, he laughed at her: "Silly woman, I am the only one who can take your life..."

It turned out that it was her obsession with Nanchuan Shijue that made her stay by his side.

Even if I forget everything, I still love him deeply...

"I am Ning Fengsheng... I am his Shengsheng..." The huge realization was like thunder, bringing devastating shock and severe pain!

How could she forget the most important person.

Nanchuan Shijue...I'm sorry.

"Ah——!" Her consciousness was sucked away by a force.

She began to hear her own heartbeat, feel her blood flowing, and was embraced by the man's hot body...a heat like fire!