The chubby toes curled up playfully in the cool sea breeze, which was indescribably cute.

With a soft sigh, he carried the little girl to where she had kicked off her shoes, forcibly pressed her down on the sand, and forced her delicate little feet to put on the shoes.

The little girl pouted in dissatisfaction, slapped the man's arm as if to vent her anger, and turned her head away from him.

The cool sea breeze made the blush on the little girl's face even more pronounced.

The rouge-pink hue covering her tiny face, no bigger than a palm, was so tempting to pick.

Coupled with the little girl's simple yet stubborn temper at this moment, she was exceptionally charming and adorable.

Yan Jingzhou chuckled softly, took the girl's smooth and delicate hand, and walked along the beach, the sand unevenly deep and shallow.

The vastness, coolness, and dampness of the sea, along with the surging waves and the sound of the wind, spontaneously create a magnificent symphony of nature.

As the little girl walked along, she gradually forgot that she was still arguing with the man beside her.

She gently tugged at his hand, her soft voice carrying a touch of playfulness in the night sea breeze, "Ah Zhou, I don't want to walk anymore, will you carry me on your back?"

The girl pleaded softly, and as he listened to her usual request, a fleeting tenderness crossed the man's eyes.

"good!"

The girl's eyes crinkled with laughter, and she quickly took off her shoes and hopped behind the man.

Yan Jingzhou's brows relaxed slightly, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips.

He bent down, picked up her shoes, then pulled the little girl onto his back, hoisting the overjoyed little rascal onto his back, and slowly walked along the beach...

Listening to the sound of waves crashing, seemingly both near and far.

For some reason, Gong Ning felt a strange sense of familiarity as she lay on his broad and reassuring back in this environment.

It felt like a long, long time ago, there was a safe back like this for her to crawl on, listening to the waves, smelling the sea breeze, and walking slowly on the beach...

A slight doubt crept into her mind; hadn't she remembered everything?

Why do I still feel this strange sense of familiarity?

She seemed to have seen a sentence in some book.

The general idea is that if a scene appears before you and feels familiar, there is a possibility that it has appeared in a dream you have forgotten.

The little girl raised her head. Could it be that she once dreamed of Yan Jingzhou carrying her on his back on the beach?

His head, still fogged up by the effects of the alcohol, spun for a moment, and he shook his head haphazardly.

Oh dear, I can't remember.

Looking down at the man's soft hair at the back of his head, her pink lips suddenly pursed, curving into a mischievous smile.

Her small hands wrapped tightly around the man's neck, her little paws suddenly finding his ear, grabbing it, and she brought her mouth to his ear, blowing a breath that carried a sweet, soft scent of wine.

The man suddenly stopped walking, his body stiffening.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little ambiguous...

The little girl suddenly yelled in his ear, "I want to hear your story!"

Yan Jingzhou: "..."

The man closed his eyes slightly and pulled his head away from Gong Ning.

He knew that when it came to ruining the mood, the little girl was a master...

My eardrums were tingling and my ears were buzzing.

Gong Ning succeeded, giggling like a cunning little fox, and for a moment she was back to being that carefree and cheerful girl.

The sea breeze on an autumn night is cool, refreshing, and relaxing.

The little girl lay on the man's back, playfully swinging her little feet. Her soles felt cool and comfortable.

The fluffy little head rested obediently on his shoulder, listening attentively to Yan Jingzhou's story with its ears perked up.