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Early morning of the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).
"Qingqing, Qingqing?"
"Wake up, we're here."
Jun Beichen leaned against the protrusion of the mainmast, sitting steadily with one leg bent, while his other long leg was casually draped over the deck. Nan Qing was tightly encircled in his arms, her whole body nestled in his embrace and chest.
He gently lifted Nanqing's sleeping face and softly called her name.
Nan Qing groggily opened her heavy eyelids and looked in the direction he was pointing.
The distant horizon seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, and gradually, a red dot appeared.
Gradually, the red dot slowly expanded, becoming an arc, and then a circle.
The blue seawater also became lively under the sunlight, with a reddish tinge and a shimmering light, which was very beautiful.
Gazing at the beautiful scenery, Nan Qing also woke up from her drowsiness. She stretched out her left hand, which was not restrained by Jun Beichen, wanting to touch the red sun that seemed so close yet so far away.
Just as she was vaguely sketching that crimson area, Jun Beichen suddenly reached out and enveloped her entire small hand, cleverly putting a red string around her wrist.
The red rope was as red as blood, as thin and strong as silk, and it even shimmered with a faint phosphorescence in the morning light.
Jun Beichen held her small hand and gently raised it to his lips. His eyelashes were lowered, his thin lips were slightly parted, and his teeth gently bit the end of the red rope, slowly tightening the knot.
His lips would lightly brush against her wrist, his warm breath caressing her skin, as if branding a silent vow.
Nanqing watched him quietly as the knot gradually tightened between his teeth, eventually binding her left wrist securely.
And so, Nanqing watched as "he" tied another red string around her neck once more.
Jun Beichen loosened his teeth, but did not let go of her hand. Instead, he lowered his head and gently kissed the red knot. His voice was tinged with laughter as he looked at her with eyes as bright as the stars.
"This is the 'Mermaid Binding' technique of the Lingnan Mysterious Tribe."
"My tears are like a mermaid's, my love, you can't escape me..."
He didn't know why he always felt that Qingqing would run away and leave him.
Even though his beloved was with him every day, this voice in his heart just wouldn't stop.
This red string contains a strand of his hair and a drop of his heart's blood.
In the ancient chants of the Lost Tribe, it is said that in the South China Sea, a mermaid once wept blood that turned into pearls. The mermaid fell in love with a pearl-diving man, but alas, human lifespan is short. So the mermaid cut off a lock of her hair, mixed it with her blue blood, wove it into a rope, and tied it to her lover's wrist.
From then on, the pearl diver never drowned in the water, nor was he affected by the passage of time, and he stayed with the mermaid for a hundred years.
When the witch doctors of the Lost Tribe weave, they also chant the ancient Yao: "The moon tide rises three times, the mermaids weep three times, the red rope is tied around the wrist, to continue the love in the next life!"
According to the secret traditions of the Lost Tribe, this method can help one meet their lover in the next life.
"Jun Beichen..."
Nan Qing looked at him with complicated emotions, and didn't say anything more.
He didn't understand that whether she ran away or not, it didn't really make much difference.
Even if he clings to me in the next life, so what?
In the end, he could only remain in this small world, clinging to her life after life...
No matter how many lifetimes she was entangled with him in the small world, it was still just a fleeting moment in her billions of years.
The sudden ethereal feeling emanating from Nan Qing frightened Jun Beichen. He held Nan Qing's waist tightly and lowered his head to kiss her red lips.
He didn't want to hear anything he didn't want to hear from that little mouth!
At this moment, Jun Beichen's gentle and indifferent temperament completely disappeared, and his lips and tongue even carried a hint of fierceness.
The hands wrapped around Nan Qing's waist were incredibly strong, as if they wanted to meld her whole being into her bones.
No matter how irritable and gloomy he was at that moment, he still controlled the strength in his hands. Although he was strong, he did not hurt Nan Qing in the slightest.
Jun Beichen's tongue clumsily pried open Nan Qing's teeth, his lips and tongue sweeping over every inch of her softness.
Feeling her warmth, her sweetness, her scent, Jun Beichen felt his desires growing ever stronger...
It's unclear whether he was struggling with himself, with Nan Qing, or with the universe.
Anyway, he only stepped back a little after Nan Qing's breathing became disordered and he leaned back several times.
His relationship with Qingqing was always based on affection but kept within the bounds of propriety; the most he ever did was hug her.
But today's kiss made him despise himself.
What exactly was he being so reserved about before?
His beloved is his Crown Princess, and she will surely be his Empress.
She was the apple of his eye, the wife he longed to be with for all eternity.
Besides, he's not exactly a gentleman, so what's there to be so reserved about?!
I should have known better than to pretend to be that gentle and refined gentleman.
He felt that no matter what his true nature was, his beloved Qingqing would definitely like him!
So at this moment, Jun Beichen stopped pretending. His face was no longer calm and collected, and his eyes were filled with intense emotions and desires.
He raised his hand, his fingertips gently tracing Nan Qing's swollen lips, and whispered:
"My love, we will be together for all eternity, won't we?"
It sounded like a question, yet it also sounded like an explanation; but before Nanqing could reply, he spoke again:
"It's alright, just wait for me to come find you. Just like that day, even amidst the chaotic crowd of exiles, I could still spot my Qingqing at a glance."
"You just need to stay put and wait for me to come find you. Don't run away, okay...?"
Jun Beichen's voice was soft, yet it carried a hint of danger. Although he smiled, the smile was not visible in his eyes.
Looking at Jun Beichen like this, Nan Qing sighed inwardly. Why was he so obsessed with her?
She didn't know if she loved him.
But, I guess I do like it...
At least, she wouldn't let anyone else treat her badly, except him.
Nan Qing leaned softly against Jun Beichen's chest, her left hand naturally rising to pinch his earlobe, and softly responded with "Mmm".
She said she wouldn't run away.
As for whether he can keep up, and for how long, that depends on himself.
She didn't see that Jun Beichen, who was pressing his chin against her forehead, was also lost in thought, his dark eyes appearing extremely somber.
A deep, sinister glint even lingered in the depths of his eyes...
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