Xianjin had never been to an island, but he had always longed for a bright and brilliant island. In his previous life, he was confined to a sickbed, so although he longed for it, he was unable to do so.
Until her death, she never imagined that one day, she would be embraced by a young man she had known for many years in the wet and slightly salty sea breeze.
After Xianjin cried, he felt dizzy and as if he was short of oxygen. He rested his chin on Qiao Hui's chest, barely able to support himself from sliding down.
etc.
On the chest?
Xianjin moved her chin away in awe - it was as if her chin had grown senses, allowing her to truly feel the hardness and solidity of the chest.
When his chin moved away, Xianjin staggered and almost fell.
Qiao Hui grabbed her waist with his left hand, which was as big as a palm leaf fan, and then pulled her into his arms more tightly, "Hold me for a while longer."
The sound was very close, and it came into my ears along with the salty and humid sea breeze.
Xianjin subconsciously grabbed Qiao Hui's right arm.
Qiao Hui's throat moved slightly, and without hesitation he slowly raised his right arm, seizing the opportunity with a low voice, "Will you hug me too?"
Xianjin hesitated for a moment, then put his arms around Qiao Hui. Qiao Hui was too big, and Xianjin was tall and slender, so he couldn't put his arms around him.
Qiao Hui let out a satisfied sigh, which just happened to blow on Xianjin's earlobe.
Xianjin buried his face in the chest she had coveted for so long.
Men's scent is not pleasant to the touch, not to mention that after a night of intense sex, there will inevitably be salty and wet sweat stains.
Xianjin thought he would be disgusted, but after actually hugging her, Xianjin took a deep breath and when he smelled the clear smell of rust and blood, all he could think of was tenderness.
Xianjin raised his head, "Are you hurt?"
Qiao Hui snorted proudly, "I'm one against six!"
The answer is not relevant to the question.
"Are you hurt?" Xianjin frowned.
Qiao Hui's tail was about to turn into a helicopter propeller. "Not to mention the warriors that idiot on the platform brought with him. They are all willing to die before hurting others!"
It fits the stereotype of Japanese samurai.
But Xianjin didn't want to hear this, "Just tell me if you are injured?"
Qiao Hui paused and said, "It did cut a little on my skin."
He added, "On my back, it won't interfere with my hug."
Add one more sentence, "Don't ask. Can you hold me for a while longer?"
He raised his left hand and pushed Xianjin's head back to where it should be - the chest he was so proud of.
Xianjin closed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help but think of a magical saying in later generations - when you really like someone, your liking is physiological. You like his smell, his body, his hair and eyelashes, and you may even like him so much that you want to bite him when you get close to him.
Xianjin rubbed her face against his chest slightly: She must be crazy, as she could smell the concrete, tangible smell of a heart beating under vigorous vitality in the man's salty breath.
The island's jungle, full of primitive power, trembles in the wind. Wave after wave of glowing blue tears hits the sand under the reef with the waves and tides. Fireflies fly through the mangroves. Everything is so quiet and beautiful.
“Ka-ka-ka—”
There was a sharp sound of logging.
Immediately afterwards, the blazing lights of torches around lit up one by one.
The brightest torch among them illuminated Hu Haixiang's idiotic and smug smile.
That smiling face seemed to be asking for praise: Look! I'm so awesome! I got torches for everyone!
Under the illumination of four brilliant torches, the two people hugging each other looked like two helpless humpback whales.
Qiao Hui: ...
If Liu Haixing wasn't considered a wealthy man now, and Liu Shanhu wanted to protect her father, this job would never have fallen on Hu Haixiang even if she died!
The overall quality of the dumb guards is not high. Except for their physical fitness and fighting skills, other skill points such as flattering the leader, helping the leader to pick up girls, and helping the leader to create a romantic atmosphere are basically gray.
It is even harder to say, "I haven't seen Mr. Qiao smile so happily in a long time" and "You are Mr. Qiao's first serious woman" such golden sentences that are essential for the domineering boss to say.
To sum up, in short, the overall quality of the dumb guards is not high.
And, big brother walrus is the depression in the depression.
Fortunately, Concave Point can't speak.
Otherwise, it would be hard for Qiao Hui to guarantee that he would not draw his sword to stop the water, making it flow even faster, and raise his sword to chop at the walrus' head.
Now that they have been discovered, even the thick-skinned Jin Yuanbao duo would find it difficult to take the next step under the watchful eyes of the spotlights and four mute guards.
Xianjin took a step back. Qiao Hui bent down, picked up the knife with his left hand, turned around and added a fatal wound to each corpse, then looked up at Xianjin.
Xianjin waved his hand calmly, "You chop yours, don't worry about me."
Qiao Hui nodded, reached out and picked up Junjiro's dead head, cut it off in a few bites like cutting leeks and threw it to the walrus.
"Hang it on the mast." Qiao Hui whispered, glancing at the other bodies, "Collect these and take them back."
What are you going to do with it? To be a cadaver teacher?
Xianjin's puzzled expression was quite obvious.
Qiao Hui nodded and lowered his head, then stretched out his left hand.
Xianjin's puzzled expression became more obvious.
Qiao Hui's expression suddenly became more vivid. Under the light of the fire, he performed a Shakespeare play. Regret, anger, grievance, shyness, and guilt were condensed into one sentence, "I shouldn't have let you succeed so easily!"
Xianjin:?
A question mark was not enough to express her confusion.
Xianjin: ? ?
Qiao Hui was angry and said, "I kissed her! I hugged her! I touched her breasts! But I won't hold hands with her anymore!"
Xianjin looked down at the slender and powerful hand in front of him. The fingers were very long, the joints were distinct, and the veins were slightly bulging. It looked very flexible and skillful...
Xianjin swallowed silently, glanced at the three spotlights with his peripheral vision, and hesitated.
"They can't see." Qiao Hui lied with open eyes.
Hu Haixiang frowned, stretched out his hand to pass the torch to the guy next to him, and gestured slowly. He pointed to his mouth, meaning "I can't speak", and pointed to his blinking eyes, meaning "I can see clearly", then stretched out his two thumbs and bent them towards inside, and finally put them together with a "click".
Even Xianjin could understand this level of sign language clearly.
Even the old dog, Ru Xianjin, blushed.
Qiao Hui: ...Draw a sword to cut off the water, but the water will flow even faster. Who was a jerk in the previous life?
In the end, we didn't hold hands.
The dumb guard, the corpse and Junjiro's head were on one ship, and Xianjin and Qiao Hui were on another ship.
Qiao Hui was the captain and at the helm.
Xianjin sat beside it, facing the sea, and looked intently at the moonlight to cover up his fluctuating emotions - although he had seen thousands of pigs galloping, he had finally gotten to eat pork, and the feeling was very different.
"Even though you won't let me hold your hand, I'll still tell you why you want to bring the body back."
Qiao Hui raised the sail suddenly with his left hand.
The triangular oilcloth flew against the wind with a crisp and cool sound.
Xianjin was intrigued and immediately forgot about the anxiety of eating pork. He turned around and asked, "Why?"
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