The man gently held her little hand, his brows and eyes carrying a faint smile: "Let’s go out for a walk together."
His voice was slow and soft, with a touch of an enticing arc.
Song Yi felt that soday she would be drunk on his voice, no matter what he said, it always sounded so good.
Song Yi tightened his big hand, feeling an unprecedented sense of stability, and for the first ti, feeling at ease being with him.
Anyway, they were already in the middle of the sea, no need to worry that he would be called away by a phone call.
She looked at Tang Si’s shoulder, her whole body lazily leaning against him, as if she had no bones.
She opened her mouth and asked slowly: "How did your throat grow?"
They were walking down the yacht’s corridor, the sea breeze blowing, Tang Si walked on the outside to shield her from so of the wind.
Tang Si heard Song Yi’s voice and chuckled indistinctly: "What?"
"Your voice sounds so good." Song Yi murmured: "I love you to death."
As she spoke, she tightened her grip on his hand, not wanting to let go.
How could this man be perfect in every aspect?
"Tang Si." Song Yi called him.
Tang Si stared at the endless sea, the wind blowing his hair a bit ssy, listening to Song Yi’s voice.
The man chuckled lightly and replied: "I’m here."
"Tang Si." she called him again.
"Hmm." He responded patiently.
"Tang Si." Song Yi called him again.
This ti Tang Si couldn’t help but laugh lowly, using his other hand to pinch her little cheek: "Are you summoning souls?"
"Do you owe sothing, hmm?"
Song Yi looked up, staring at his face: "I just want to call you."
For no reason, she just wanted to call his na. In the past, the na Tang Si felt sowhat distant to her.
But now, right in front of her, the person was hers.
Tang Si gazed at her, from Song Yi’s angle, he was backlit, his face was unclear, blurry, but the outline was particularly handso.
"Go ahead and call." Tang Si withdrew his gaze, looking at the road ahead, his voice husky with a gentle laugh: "Is it my voice that sounds better when talking, or better when breathing heavily?"
Song Yi was shaless: "Both sound good."
"You can’t possibly breathe heavily every ti you talk to , can you?"
Tang Si snorted a laugh: "I don’t have asthma."
Song Yi was amused: "Let’s go sit on the deck."
There were quite a few people on the deck, at the end of the corridor, there were photos of the captain and the crew.
Tang Si turned his head and took a look.
Suddenly, he squinted his eyes, this photo had been changed, it wasn’t the sa person as when they first boarded.
"What are you looking at?" Song Yi followed his gaze.
"Looking at the captain’s photo." Tang Si answered truthfully.
...
On the deck.
Not only were they a couple, but other couples were also taking pictures with their phones.
Song Yi watched them: "So happy."
Tang Si rested both hands on the railing, glanced at the n and won taking pictures, and his lips slowly turned up: "How so?"
He had changed clothes, wearing a simple black short jacket, light gray jogger pants below, and a pair of AJ on his feet.
Sunglasses tucked in the jacket pocket, wearing a watch, a smile gently curving his lips.
The whole person seed steady and introverted, yet with a bit of a wild charm, as he spoke, his Adam’s apple slowly moved, his voice deep and sexy.
Just by looking at him, Song Yi felt he was dust-free, despite his lazy, wild charm, there was always a kind of aloof elegance that others couldn’t reach, ingrained in his bones.
This outfit added a youthful vibe to him, making him resemble a carefree young man more than a twenty-eight-year-old.
Song Yi turned around, facing the sea, the sea breeze blowing her loose hair, a satisfied smile gracing her lips: "But I feel the happiest. Having you around is happiness."
Tang Si turned his head, looking at the little woman’s side profile, the curve soft and charming, facing the light and wind, her skin tender beyond words.
He chuckled lowly: "I fear I haven’t done well enough."
"You’ve done very well." Song Yi gazed at his face, rose on tiptoes, pulled him down and lightly pecked his lips: "Making feel happy and sweet is enough."
"Is it?" Tang Si laughed: "Then between us, who is happier?"
This was a question worth pondering.
She turned back, eting his charming eyes: "What do you think?"
"." Tang Si answered with a low laugh.
Because without him, soone like Song Yi could also find her own happiness.
But he’s different, Song Yi is a rare woman, bright as a little sun, able to discern everything, smart enough.
He might not necessarily et soone like Song Yi.
Song Yi laughed so much she couldn’t close her mouth, her brows curved, her enchanting eyes seed to scatter the sunlight onto him: "Why so?"
He said: "Like sunlight engraved into a dark soul, from then on the soul thrives towards the light."
Song Yi squinted her eyes: "You’re so cultured, Officer Tang."
"Why do you speak of so highly?"
Tang Si curved his lips, hooked her shoulder, bringing her into his embrace, his voice soft, just enough for her to hear: "It was inherently great."
Otherwise, he would have been dood a long ti ago.
...
Song Yi pulled Tang Si to take pictures, snapping quite a few, no matter the pose, he cooperated very well.
He was very photogenic, but the photos never quite captured his real charm.
Song Yi stared at those intimate couple photos, finally feeling like a couple out on a trip, the feeling of being in love.
Traveling to various places, taking all sorts of sweet photos.
They were no different from other couples, there were many ways to be happy, theirs was just one of the many faces of love.
"Look at other people’s boyfriends, and then look at you." Suddenly, a woman’s voice nearby said: "See how well they dress and spoil their girlfriends, I ask you to take a picture as if it’s as hard as climbing Mount Everest."
That woman’s boyfriend glanced at Tang Si, his expression particularly displeased, as if saying, why do you have to be so good-looking?
A strong scent of jealousy wafted over.
Song Yi laughed aloud: "Is this the first ti you’ve been attacked for your looks?"
Tang Si didn’t pay much attention to that gaze, a light smile hanging on his lips: "Not quite."
"I’m so good-looking, both n and won covet ."
Song Yi: "Do you have any sha?"
"Of course." Tang Si laughed again, casually: "My face is too handso."
"Let’s go." Song Yi tugged at Tang Si: "If you stay here any longer, soone might co over to fight you."
Tang Si raised his eyebrows: "I can’t beat him?"
"You could handle ten of him."
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