The next second, Ellen hooked her leg around, and Ellen, who had already kicked off her high heels by the chair, rubbed her toes against Fagga's calf, sliding down from top to bottom.

That delicate touch was like a soft marshmallow rolling into Fagga's heart; even the coldest stone would be moved by it.

Moreover, at this moment, Fagga was already craving the taste of shark...

Glug!

Fagar swallowed hard, removed his hands from the joystick and buttons, and closed his eyes tightly.

He seemed to see himself sitting cross-legged in the mountain stream, with a soft, jade-like foot piercing through space and gently touching his chest.

Suddenly, I was pushed down in the opposite direction.

The sky was their blanket, the earth their bed, tender grass provided warmth, and the stream sang its song. Elaine quietly knelt before him, her long, black hair brushing against his eyes...

After a long while, Fagar opened his eyes and saw the ending scene before him: the warrior raised his hands and cheered the victor's triumphant words.

The boxer lay right in front of him, dying a humiliating death.

I'm sorry, Master Quan.

Fagga couldn't bear to look any longer and closed his eyes again.

"We won! Whew! We won!"

Ellen raised her hands in cheers, shaking Fagga vigorously, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Fagga glanced sideways and saw Elaine's radiant smile, a sight even Fagga rarely witnessed.

He suddenly felt that the boxer's death was worthwhile.

Suddenly, Eileen grabbed Fagga's hand and pulled him out again:

"Faga Faga, play something else with me!"

"Hmm, is it not over yet?"

"It's not over yet, today is still long. If it really doesn't work, we can add the night."

"good."

"Faga Faga, come here quickly, how about we buy a couple of scratch cards to play?"

"It's probably very difficult to win, right?"

"I just bought a few tickets to play around with, whether I win or not is another matter... Well, as expected, I didn't win any of them."

"There's only one left. How about we try scraping it open with the tail?"

"Is my tail blessed? It won't work, will it... Hey, Fagga, why did you just pick up my tail like that? No! Put it down! Everyone's watching!"

"Wow, I actually won! Three million dinnes!"

"Really? Fagga, you're amazing!"

"Is this all thanks to your tail? Anyway, do you like strolling through the food street? Let's go take a look."

"Okay, I'll go wherever you go."

"Then let's go see a movie?"

Where is the store manager?

"Since her family doesn't have a movie theater, of course she'll rent out the whole theater to watch it!"

...

"Phew~ The male lead's death was quite touching."

After leaving the cinema, Fagga and Ellen wandered aimlessly with the passing crowds.

Suddenly, he turned to look at Elaine and saw that her eyes were red. He patted her head and whispered, "Did you cry?"

"No way!"

Ellen tilted her head haughtily, pouting slightly, and waved her hand to block Fagga's arm.

"Tch, still denying it? Your eyes have already carved their own channels and set sail!"

Fagar reached out and wiped Ellen clean, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Eileen froze, then quickly turned her head away in a huff, opened her mouth as if to bite Fagga's finger, and made a funny face that was both cute and fierce.

Fagga couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of shimmering light out of the corner of his eye.

He looked in the direction of the light and realized that there was a river right next to him.

The night winds blow tirelessly, bringing the nourishment of the river, refreshing the soul and inviting people to draw closer together.

“Let’s go take a look over there,” Fagar said, taking Ellen’s hand.

Eileen didn't dodge, but instead clasped her hands together and nodded slightly.

And so, the two arrived at the riverbank, separated by a railing, gazing at the shimmering waves and the soft moonlight, which seemed like a reflection of the starry sky and a dream.

Without thinking, Fagar took out his phone, looked at Ellen, and said with interest, "Shall I take a picture?"

"Um!"

Ellen nodded decisively, snatched Faga's phone in an extremely domineering manner, and then pressed Faga's head against her shoulder.

Click~

The flashbulbs went off, and Eileen and her young husband were captured in a still image.

Eileen gazed at the photo, saying nothing, but her expression conveyed a myriad of joys.

"Hey, this isn't right."

But Fagga complained a little, raising his eyebrows slightly: "That's not fair, you have to lean on my shoulder for a picture too."

"You're too tall, I can't reach you."

Eileen didn't even turn her head, directly refusing.

"Then just stand on your tiptoes!"

As if suddenly remembering something, Fagga reached into his wallet and rummaged through it, soon pulling out a photo.

That was taken by Ruby; in the picture, Ellen stands on tiptoe and forcefully kisses Fagga.

"Look how cute you were back then."

Fagga smiled, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

When they confirmed their relationship, it was arguably the happiest time of Fagga's life.

Suddenly, the photo was taken away by Eileen.

"What, you still miss those days?"

Ailian pouted, immediately feeling dissatisfied.

Then, she suddenly turned around and wrapped her arms around Fagga's neck.

In the hazy moonlight, Fagga saw Elaine's dreamy eyes and heard her whisper:

"The past, already dormant in photographs, is nowhere near as adorable as the present me."

"What a spoilsport, you stinky vampire... Ouch!"

Under the moonlight, the little shark tiptoed, and the bustling traffic became hazy, with all the sounds of people and car horns disappearing.

Only the gentle night breeze blows a gentle breeze, brushing past their hair and reaching the window, painting a picture for whose new swallows?

...

(Guys, I watched the 1.4 preview again, and I feel like I'm about to get a serious backstab.)