night.

Shekh was too lazy to move, so he ate lunch with Shi Jinzhe and spent the afternoon soaking in the pool for several hours.

Only a few ambient lights were turned on by the pool, barely illuminating a third of the pool, while the snake's tail was hidden by the night.

Shi Jinzhe propped up one leg and sat on the shore, his left arm resting on his knee, holding a fruit knife in his hand to peel fruit for her.

The firm yellow peaches were just the right amount of sweet. He cut off a piece, and Shehe ate a piece. When they were done, she clapped her hands, splashing a few small water droplets that landed on Shi Jinzhe's face.

Shi Jin turned around, put the knife away, and turned off the learning video that was playing. "Come out, or you'll get soaked and turn into a limp ...

Is "发" the same as "发财" (to get rich)?

"Yes, it's the 'fa' in 'get rich,' but you can't get money out of the water no matter how long you soak it. If you want to get rich, soak me faster."

Shekh casually tossed up a handful of water, and while Shi Jinzhe wasn't looking, pulled him in. Then he climbed ashore and looked down at him, making a gesture as if counting money.

However, this small action did not attract Shi Jinzhe's attention at all. Her wet curly hair clung to the curves of her naked body, and water droplets reflected a wet, shimmering light under the lamp. The water dripping from the ends of her hair splashed onto the tiles, scattering in all directions.

He gestured to the bathrobe beside the stool. "Put your clothes on first."

There was no one else.

"There's no one else here, but I have ulterior motives."

"I am a snake, you can tell me."

"The treacherous thoughts of someone who cannot be told what to do."

“Tell me, and I’ll grant your wish.” Shekh leaned down and listened intently until Jinzhe finished speaking, then offered his opinion: “You’re getting further and further away from being a true gentleman.”

"Far away is fine, but I absolutely cannot go astray while I'm with you."

"Whatever you want, as long as it doesn't go off track, it's fine."

Shekh finished dressing, effortlessly pulled Shijin up, handed him a towel, and they walked back together.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator and into the master bedroom, she started ordering people around, saying, "Get me a piece of strawberry cheesecake. I want to eat it after I finish making it."

"Is it okay, honey?" she added, trying to find a way to finish the sentence.

Shi Jin folded his hand and waved it outwards twice, indicating that he should go downstairs and get her the cake himself.

When Sher came out of the shower, the cake was already on the coffee table, waiting for her.

Sher dug out a piece and walked towards the window. It was icy cold, sweet and sour, and super delicious.

Shi Jinzhe sat cross-legged there, with photos of different sizes laid out on the carpet in front of him.

These are all photos they took during their travels. They have all been developed, sealed in plastic, and include photos of individuals, couples, landscapes, people, and candid shots. Each type has been categorized and organized by region.

Sher picked up a photo of them together in front of the temple, taken by a passerby. In the bright sunlight, her eyes stood out clearly, and even with a semi-transparent ribbon covering them, they looked very clear.

She bent her legs and leaned against Shi Jinzhe, resting her lower face against his shoulder from behind. She slipped her arm under Shi Jinzhe's arm and picked up another paper to look at.

This photo was taken by her for Shi Jinzhe. It was a candid shot and out of focus, so the image is very blurry, showing only a blurry profile.

Shekh asked, "Why is this picture still kept? You can't even see the person in it."

"The photos are so evocative, we should keep them."

"Where is the artistic conception? The flowers are just a blur."

"These are beautiful; most people couldn't take photos like this." Shi Jinzhe took the photos from her hand and stuffed them into a custom-made photo album. "Look, this album is full of photos taken in Egypt."

The album was thick, and Sher flipped through it slowly. Each photo had its location and time marked on the bottom fold, and some photos even had notes of what happened during the shooting. It was very detailed.

For example, in one photo taken in front of the pyramids, he wrote: "Too many people turn their heads to look at me, and some even try to chat me up. It's true that having a wife who's too beautiful is a nuisance."

Shekh took another bite of cake: "Why didn't you write about how jealous you were back then?"

"I've already kept all the memories, so what's there to write about? I won't write it down."

“Nonsense, memories should be true.” Shekh picked up his pen and continued writing after the annoying one, but he was jealous and unhappy.

Shi Jinzhe remained calm and showed no displeasure when the matter was brought up. "If I were to write one more sentence, I would say that my wife had coaxed me and that I was no longer angry."

Strawberry cheesecake is like a magic pill, and Shekh was in a good mood, so he readily agreed: "Okay, I'll satisfy you."

Two lines of text with similar handwriting filled the underline. After Shekh finished writing them, he showed them to Shi Jinzhe and, after receiving praise, continued reading.

Some photos are very similar, but Shi Jinzhe didn't delete any of them. He just reduced the size and put them together. It's probably because he couldn't bear to delete any of them. Even the one she secretly took and posted on her WeChat Moments is in there. By looking at the photos, Sher can completely recreate the scene at that time.

After finishing the book, she forgot to eat the cake she was holding.

After Shi Jinzhe finished tidying up the second book, he handed it to her, saying, "This one is for Turkey."

"You put this kind of thing out too?"

Shekh unfolded a page, which contained a photo of her with a local little girl. The little girl had said she looked like Princess Jasmine, offered her ice cream, showered her with compliments, and ultimately got a photo with her.

When they were filming that day, her smile looked very stiff. Shi Jinzhe said she looked like a hostage, the whole snake was forcing a smile.

To make her feel more at ease, he conjured a rose on the opposite side of him, and only then did a faint smile appear on his face.

"I thought you would only post photos of the two of us."

"I'm not that stingy. It's part of the scenery anyway, so there's no harm in including it. I made this album as a memento."

"That's so kind of talk. If it weren't for this little girl..."

“If it were anyone else, you wouldn’t have agreed to take a picture, and this photo would never have existed.” Shi Jinzhe moved closer to her face. “She’s only four years old, and all the compliments she’s learned since birth have been used on you. Am I right?”

After saying that, he imitated the little girl's words of praise to Shekh in a strange tone.

Shekh automatically ignored the intonation and only listened to the words, "Why don't you learn to stutter too?"

"That's a bit impolite." Shi Jinzhe met her gaze. "But if you want to hear it, I can learn it too."

His gaze fell on Shekh's lips, and he looked up at Shekh again, as if he wanted to kiss him.

Sher was ready, but then suddenly turned his head and brushed against her face, opening his mouth to eat a third of the strawberry cheese in her hand.

Shekh was stunned for a moment, then immediately put down the cake and rushed to catch Shi Jinzhe, saying, "You stole my cake again."

Shi Jinzhe held her with his arm around her, and her body fell backward as she was pounced on. Shehe tried to exert more force, but the way she had just sat down made it difficult to exert force, so she ended up lying on Shi Jinzhe's legs.

Shi Jinzhe pressed down on her waist: "I'll get you another one."

I want the bite you took.

“We’re on the same page. I want to eat the one you’re looking for.” Shi Jinzhe looked at the carpet and preemptively said, “You’ve messed up all the photos I just arranged.”

Shekh ate the last two bites while lying down, scribbling his arms haphazardly on the carpet, saying, "You've made a mess of everything."

"Hey, hey, your clothes, your clothes." Shi Jin folded her nightgown and pulled it down a bit. "If you pull it any further, you'll be exposed."

"Am I a pie or something? I'm giving myself away."

"It's okay." Shi Jinzhe lowered his head and kissed her back. After the kiss, he didn't get up and simply lay down on her pillow.

“Look at our pose, I’m holding you, and you’re in my arms. Don’t you look like a filling and I look like a pancake?”

Shekh turned his face outward, his cheek resting on his knee. "Are you still going to say that the bed is a pot, that we're constantly turning over and over in there?"

Shi Jinzhe remained unfazed and continued spouting nonsense: "Think of something clean, anything can be a scapegoat, it's not important."

Shekh flipped over, finding a comfortable position on him, and said with a knowing look, "I understand. What you're talking about isn't a pie in the sky, it's a trap."

What Shi Jinzhe was offering her was never a promise; each and every one of them was a trap.