Chapter 887 My boyfriend’s kiss smells like seawater (14)

There is no telling how many ferocious beasts there are on the deserted island. Wouldn’t it be suicidal to sleep there?

Boss Fan was more tactful. He said with a smile: “Young man, you are too anxious. There is no god on the ship. How can anyone catch the murderer in an instant? The captain certainly doesn’t want such a thing to happen. I think the captain’s words make sense!”

Master Wu cursed him in his heart, but he had to force a smile on his face, “Yes, you are right. I was too anxious just now.”

The captain said that they would handle the aftermath, and the guests could just go back to their rooms to rest.

Yun Niannian cried so hard that she was exhausted. Leng Haoting carried her back to the room. Otherwise, she would have to find Bai Yao and ask her if she knew about Song Qingjiao’s disappearance.

Bai Yao intentionally or unintentionally walked at the end. She just walked to the stairs after everyone else entered the room. There was a beam of light behind her, illuminating the path under her feet. It was No. 7 holding a flashlight following behind her.

Bai Yao turned around and glanced at him.

The young man showed a bright smile without any unnecessary movements or sounds.

Bai Yao gradually slowed down her pace, then slowed down her pace, and then walked at the same pace as him who was walking up from behind.

No. 7 was a little confused, and looked down at Bai Yao strangely, but did not ask.

Bai Yao cleared her throat, put her hands behind her back, looked at the night outside the window, and casually asked: "How old are you this year?"

Number 7 replied: "Twenty-three."

"Well, quite young, a little younger than me."

Number 7 didn't understand why Bai Yao suddenly brought up the topic of age. He could vaguely feel that the atmosphere seemed a little wrong, but he was afraid that he was overthinking it. He asked cautiously: "Miss Bai... do you hate people younger than you?"

Bai Yao said: "That's not the case."

Number 7 said "Oh", and the scene became a little cold again for a while. He hurriedly looked for a topic, "Miss Bai, do you like to raise octopuses?"

"It's OK, mainly because there are no other animals for me to raise now."

No. 7 couldn't help laughing, "Raising an octopus must be very troublesome."

Bai Yao nodded truthfully, "Yes, it's hard to take care of!"

Just like some people raise dogs and need to take the dogs out for a walk every day, the octopus raised by Bai Yao would ask her to touch its tentacles every day. If she didn't touch it to the point where water sprayed out of its suction cup, it would pester her non-stop.

Now that it is bigger, it is not like when it was a child. Bai Yao didn't want to pay attention to it. It can stretch out a tentacle to wrap around her body and rub things out as if it was self-reliant.

Number 7 suggested, "Why don't I help Miss Bai release the octopus? I can catch some beautiful sea fish, and Miss Bai can raise fish. It won't be that troublesome."

Bai Yao hesitated for a while, but after thinking for a long time, she shook her head and said, "Forget it. I raised it from such a small size with so much effort. It must have forgotten how to live in the wild, so I'll continue to raise it."

Mainly, it doesn't cost much to raise it. The leftovers in the kitchen can be thrown to it, which saves Bai Yao time to throw away the garbage.

Number 7 lowered his eyes, seeming a little disappointed.

Bai Yao secretly glanced at him.

The moonlight outside the window was just right, the sparkling sea surface was rippling gently, the bright moonlight fell into the window, and sprinkled on him, adding a layer of hazy filter to this boy who still had a texture between adulthood and youth.

Bai Yao couldn't tell why, anyway, it seemed that at a certain point in time, she suddenly realized that this boy seemed to be quite to her liking.

No. 7 seemed to realize that Bai Yao was staring at him, and when he lowered his eyes to look over, Bai Yao retracted his gaze.

A wave came over, Bai Yao leaned to the side, and was caught by him, but at the same time, the flashlight in his hand hit the wall and fell to the ground, and suddenly it went dark. Unfortunately, the moon hid in the dark clouds, and the surroundings were really dark.

No. 7 held Bai Yao's shoulders. Being so close to her, he was very nervous. "Miss Bai, the flashlight must have been broken. Don't be nervous."

Bai Yao felt his body shaking and couldn't help but smile. "I'm not nervous."

No. 7 said, "Stand still. I'll find the flashlight."

He squatted down and reached out to feel for something that had fallen on the floor. He didn't feel the cold flashlight, but something warm.

The flashlight turned on and the light returned.

No. 7 was right in front of Bai Yao.

She was squatting in front of him. The flashlight was shining in her hand, reflecting between the two of them, and her other hand was being held in his hand.

A strange light lit up the eyes of both of them. The bright stars emitted the same radiance. When they collided with each other, the sea breeze outside suddenly became lighter. It didn't matter whether the moon would shine again or not.

A blush gradually appeared on the young face of Number Seven. The heat in his body caused his Adam's apple to roll. Attracted by her breath, he uncontrollably moved closer to her little by little.

Then, when he was still a little distance away, he stopped with his strong self-control.

He thought she needed time to react to dodge, but she didn't.

Number Seven finally confirmed something. He clasped the back of her head with one hand. At the same time, his tense body moved forward and pressed his lips against hers.

He didn't know what skills were. He just relied on the instinct and desire of his young body to act recklessly, but he didn't know how to do it.

Until Bai Yao gently opened the corners of her lips, he breathed in all his hot breath.

Dahei was soaking in the bathtub, spitting bubbles, and finally heard the sound of the door opening. He raised his head happily. After a while, Bai Yao came in with clothes in his arms, "I want to take a bath, you go out and play first."

Only one candle was lit in the guest room, and the light was a little dim.

Dahei climbed out of the bathtub consciously. When he passed by Bai Yao, he noticed something was wrong, and one of his tentacles wrapped around Bai Yao's legs and pulled her.

Bai Yao squatted down and said, "I'll play with you after I take a shower."

No, no, no!

Her lips were red, and she had a strong masculine smell! Dahei

was furious!

All eight tentacles danced out, entangled her body, pushed her to the ground, climbed up, and stared at Bai Yao's face with red eyes.

It was different now than before. It was very repressive when it pressed on her, and Bai Yao couldn't break free at all.

She stretched out a hand and pushed its head away, "Get up!"

Dahei was not as obedient as before. One of its tentacle easily wrapped around Bai Yao's arms and tied them above her head, while the other two tentacles pulled apart and controlled her kicking legs.

A tentacle stretched into her collar, and more were wrapped around her waist, while the tentacle that it usually begged her to touch kept wandering on her face.

It lay on her, and its red eyes, like burning flames, were filled with danger and anger.

Bai Yao felt vaguely that she was a little embarrassed to be in this position.

The next second, her mouth was blocked.

Number 7 still feels like she is walking on clouds.

She is willing to be kissed by him.

That means they should be lovers.

Of course they are lovers.

When they parted, she hugged him!

Number 7 returned to the dormitory, his heart was still pounding. He took the initiative to say hello to each of his roommates and hummed a song while washing up.

The person on the upper floor on the left asked: "What happened to Number 7 that makes him so happy?"

The person on the lower floor replied: "I don't know. Number 7 is not in love, is he?"

The person on the lower floor on the right said: "By the way, why do we always call him Number 7? What is his name?"

Several people suddenly fell silent because no one could remember Number 7's name.

"Forget it, it's not important anyway."