Shekh opened and closed his palms twice before he felt at ease.
The little seashell was thin and brittle, and she was afraid that she would accidentally crush it by squeezing it too hard, and then she would only be able to give Shi Jin a handful of powder.
A handful of powder is hardly a gift; a whole seashell is much more beautiful.
Shi Jinzhe held the delicate pink heart-shaped seashell in his hand. Before he could ask anything, Shehe spoke up, "This is a special gift I found for you. I think you'll be very happy to receive this."
"Yes, very, very happy."
Even though the sea breeze made his wet clothes feel cold, Shi Jinzhe's mind still couldn't clear up.
He may have been blindfolded and deceived by the illusion of invisibility, thinking that snakes were terrifying creatures.
But when a clouded mind finally sees the reality, what it gains is not a clear and ordinary mind.
Shi Jinzhe dared not use force to pick up that piece of clam, for fear of damaging it.
He lowered his head and looked at the long purple tail underwater.
The shimmering scales are hidden beneath the smooth, translucent white fabric, and the stacked folds cannot conceal the streamlined silhouette.
After a long pause, he blurted out, "Shekh, may I touch your tail?"
Shekh looked over, puzzled.
"You want to touch my tail?"
Her tail had wrapped around Shi Jinzhe many times, but he usually avoided touching it if he could. The only time he took the initiative was when she transformed back into her original form.
She remembered clearly everything, including when they first met, and how Shi Jinzhe made her retract her tail.
Shekh always thought he didn't like his snake tail very much.
She leaned forward, bracing herself with one hand on the outside of her body, and turned her waist to look at his expression as he spoke.
They didn't shy away from their own experiences; they were serious.
Shekh stared at him for a moment, then grabbed Shi Jinzhe's broken wrist and placed it on his tail.
In human terms, it's a little above the knee.
Shi Jinzhe leaned forward, and the distance between the two of them closed once again. The part of the snake tail that remained on the table clung to his leg through the thin clothes.
The hand placed on the tail initially only touched with a fingertip, tentatively touching it twice. Shekh felt a little itchy, and its scales involuntarily tightened.
The movement of the cold, hard scales stirred the wet clothes covering them.
The tremor reached Shi Jin's taut fingertips, but he did not withdraw his hand.
The two were in a loose embrace. Shekh's view was blocked by his shoulder, and he could only sense a few fingers slowly covering his snake tail and scraping against the scales.
The itchiness intensified, and Shekh, unable to pinpoint the cause, could only frantically brush aside the messy strands of hair on his face, but to no avail.
Her body was unconsciously leaning towards the end of time, and a strange sense of comfort was being generated within her, even the snake's tail beneath the water was beginning to become restless.
Suddenly, the hand stopped moving and rested on the tail without moving.
The strange feeling abruptly stopped, and Kadescher seemed to have only half a breath left.
She took a deep breath, rested her head on Shi Jinzhe's shoulder, and raised her chin: "Can you continue?"
“Touch my tail like you did before,” Shekh whispered in his ear, adding his request.
From this angle, Shi Jinzhe couldn't see what expression she had when she said those words, but when he lowered his eyes, he could see part of the snake's tail.
A coiled serpent's tail that stirred the seawater.
Obeying Shekh's wishes, he moved his hand.
When you press down with a loose palm, the damp wrinkles on your clothes are pushed upwards as your hand slides down.
Until his fingertips touched a smooth patch of skin, Sheikh arched his back and sank his entire upper body into his embrace, finally making the broad hug airtight.
...
Early in the morning.
White clouds drifted by, and several seabirds skimmed across the sea, calling out incessantly.
Sher turned over, turned his back to the viewing window, and continued to sleep, then heard the birds outside fly back and continue singing.
After going back and forth a few times, she sat up in bed.
After soaking in seawater for so long last night, she still has the illusion that she is wearing wet clothes.
If we hadn't been hungry, I don't know how much longer I would have stayed there hugging Shi Jinzhe.
Schech's gaze passed through the window and fell upon the surging waves.
The wind outside was a bit stronger than yesterday, but the sun was still shining brightly. The varying shades of blue in the glassy sea were even more distinct in their color gradations at midday.
Shi Jinzhe stood on the sea-view terrace, the hem of his shirt fluttering in the wind.
There was no one else on the island. Sheh threw back the covers, put on his pajamas, opened the terrace door, and went straight outside.
Hearing someone coming from behind, he said gently, "There's food in the kitchen upstairs. Go eat if you're hungry."
Why are you up so early?
Shi Jinzhe looked up at the bright sun and then went to look at Shehe: "It's 1:30 in the afternoon."
Shekh didn't see anything wrong with it and continued, "Then what are you doing standing here in the middle of the day?"
"...reflecting on life."
Yesterday, on a whim, I wanted to touch her snake tail, but Shi Jinzhe thought it was a loss of control due to mental confusion.
But when Shech said to continue, he found himself no longer wanting to find excuses to refuse; he wanted to continue too.
This feeling of thinking I'd just lost my mind, only to look up and find the entire ocean flooding me, is just... well, it's really...
It's hopeless.
Shi Jinzhe sighed, "Would you like to think about the life of a snake with me? I sincerely invite you."
"I politely decline." Sheh felt empty in his stomach, so he turned back and planned to go to the second floor for dinner.
But halfway there she turned back and said, "Come with me."
"...Let's go upstairs."
In the afternoon, taking advantage of the good sunlight, Shekh went for another swim in the sea.
Shi Jinzhe had no idea how far she had gone, and he sat by the sea waiting for her all afternoon.
By evening, Shekh returned carrying a three-meter-long, stunned, sharp-nosed fish.
He couldn't recognize what kind of fish it was; it wasn't one of the kinds he usually ate.
"You fish?"
"It tried to poke my tail, so I knocked it unconscious and brought it back."
"So, do you want to eat it...?" This one is so big, it must weigh at least a hundred or two hundred kilograms. It will take a long time to dismantle it.
Is it edible?
"Wait while I call the administrator."
I hope Shekh doesn't bring back an endangered species. They're leaving the island tomorrow, and if they're discovered, they might not be able to leave.
Shi Jinzhe took a picture and sent it over, but the signal was not very good. The manager called back in the evening and told them that it was a marlin and that it was edible.
Meanwhile, the managers were amazed at how they got their hands on the marlin, a beautiful nightmare for all sea anglers.
Shi Jinzhe thought for a moment, "It knocked itself unconscious and floated over, which surprised me too."
The manager rolled his eyes after the call: "Haha, that's truly a miracle of the biosphere."
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