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"I like to see you because I am emotional."

It is difficult to tell how much of this is true or false in the current situation.

Duan Baiting's voice became hoarse, and he rubbed her lips, which were red and swollen from being sucked and bitten, with his fingertips.

He doesn't care, what does it matter whether it's true or false.

To put it bluntly, one speaks and the other listens, it doesn't matter.

But Song Wanyue was indeed sincere and her words were not all lies.

Normally, he looks at everyone with a pair of eyes that are indifferent, as if everything has no weight in his heart.

Duan Baiting is indeed a person with indifferent emotions. He lacks empathy and the compassion that should be present in human nature.

So it is not an exaggeration to call him cold-blooded.

In the eyes of some people, he is as terrifying as Satan in the Bible.

But Song Wanyue didn't know how high the sky was and how deep the earth was.

"Tingting."

She called his name, her voice gentle and delicate.

The sea breeze was indeed strong at night, the vast beach was empty, and the palm trees on the roadside isolated this place from the outside world.

The feeling of falling into the bottom of the sea made Song Wanyue's heart shrink.

She understood the thrill of camping in the wild.

Duan Baiting followed her wishes and carried her into the tent.

The space inside is quite large, with a low table next to it and a soft sleeping mat on the side.

She sank into it, as if lying in the clouds.

The light above her head was shaking, and the fragmented light fell into her eyes.

His arms were resting on her sides, and the winding blood vessels coiled around his arms like mountains, all bulging at this moment.

He bent his head to kiss her, his strong arms tightening around her soft waist.

Through the thin dress, she could even clearly feel the lines of his arm muscles.

When the autonomic nervous system is excited, it causes muscles to tense.

His body temperature was warm, no longer as cold and temperatureless as usual.

With a slight stretch, his hands could completely cover her waist.

While sucking and biting the lips, swallowing the rising and falling Adam's apple. The tendons are stretched and the muscles are strong.

All with irresistible sexual tension.

Song Wanyue inappropriately recalled what Jingxiang had said before. If Duan Baiting didn't have his current power, wealth and status, would he still be the first choice for secret love in the hearts of so many rich ladies?

Song Wanyue has experienced it personally, yes, she will definitely do it.

The power, wealth and status are gone, but the face and figure are still there.

Even if he relies on selling his body, he can still become the richest man in a area.

"Tingting." She snorted coquettishly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said her legs hurt. "It must be because of the cold wind just now that I have a cramp. Can you rub it for me?"

His throat was dry and his breathing became heavy.

The light was just above them, so she could see his eyes clearly, and she could see his face clearly.

You can see more clearly what he is doing at the moment.

It's obvious at a glance, and it's disgusting.

He was well prepared and brought everything he needed.

Song Wanyue couldn't help herself and placed her hands on his sweaty abdominal muscles, tracing the winding and bulging blood vessels with her fingertips.

She continued to act coquettishly with him.

The sound is sickly sweet.

One moment she says she wants to stay with him forever, the next moment she says she wants to support him through thick and thin, and the next moment she says she wants to depend on him for life and death.

Finally, they became completely integrated.

She really liked him, especially at that moment, the dopamine rush made her feel happy both physically and mentally.

She liked his wildness beneath his well-dressed appearance.

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Song Wanyue woke up in the room of the villa, wearing silk pajamas.

Long halter dress that covers the ankles.

She was the only one left in the room at this time, and Duan Baiting was no longer there.

Only the faint scent of cool sandalwood could prove that he had indeed been here.

Song Wanyue felt lazy all over, so she walked to the bay window and lay down again.

The light pink lace curtains are stacked and you can see the sea from here.

The sea was blue during the day, seagulls were flying low, and she saw the palm leaves swaying in the wind.

There seems to be a salty smell of sea water in the air that won't go away.

Song Wanyue closed her eyes and felt it for a while, feeling particularly satisfied with the current leisure.

Physical satisfaction and spiritual joy.

She felt sleepy again and lay down on the bay window for a nap. When she woke up again, it was already afternoon.

She woke up hungry, her stomach was empty.

After changing clothes and going downstairs, there were already people in the restaurant.

Xi Yang was wearing colorful beach pants that were very appropriate to the occasion, and his shirt was also colorful.

But this tacky color combination does not diminish his nobleness in the slightest.

When he saw Song Wanyue, he waved at her: "Lucky, wake up."

He liked to call her Lucky, and every time he called this name, he had a meaningful smile on his face.

Song Wanyue greeted him and looked around, but couldn't find Duan Baiting.

As if he knew who she was looking for, Xi Yang raised his chin slightly and pointed outside: "Kian and Xiaoheng are outside."

"Oh."

She nodded and decided to fill her stomach first.

The chef in white chef hat is pinching hand-made noodles.

In order to ensure the taste, everything is made and eaten now.

The waiter brought a hot towel on a wooden tray.

Song Wanyue washed her hands carefully several times.

Today's meal is Omakase, she eats whatever the chef cooks.

After informing others of her taste taboos and preferences, Song Wanyue sat there and enjoyed her first meal of the day.

She ate very slowly, chewing her food carefully, and it took her more than half an hour.

Yun Wei took Xi Yang's arm and took a leisurely walk outside.

Song Wanyue likes the weather on the island, the temperature is just right.

But still be careful to protect yourself at all times.

After all, UV rays are cunning and always hide in mild weather.

After applying sunscreen, apply another layer of physical sunscreen.

When she stood in front of Duan Baiting, he almost didn't recognize her.

A long sun-protective jacket covered him from head to toe, with sunglasses on his nose.

The only thing visible on that delicate face is the upturned box-shaped nose and the naturally pink lips.

"Are you still sleepy?"

he asked her softly.

Song Wanyue shook her head and lay naturally in his arms.

Next to it stands a Roman umbrella, just in the shade.

Song Wanyue took off her sun protection clothes.

Inside is a Chanel one-piece swimsuit.

At this moment, she was lying in Duan Baiting's arms. He lowered his head and saw everything.

Glancing at Shang Heng surfing in the distance, Song Wanyue became very interested: "He can surf, I really couldn't tell."

Duan Baiting gently brushed her hair aside and straightened it.

"Want to play?"

Song Wanyue shook her head: "I don't know how, but I don't want him to teach me."

She still remembered the hatred she had for him.

Duan Baiting smiled: "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Song Wanyue looked up at him, a little surprised: "You can do it too?"

"Yeah." He moved calmly and held her in his arms, "Occasionally when I'm bored, I go to the beach."

She had a lot of questions: "Who is better, you or Shang Heng?"

He didn't tell her directly who was better, but pointed out one thing: "I taught him how to surf."

Five years ago, Xi Yang took Yun Wei, Shang Heng and others to visit England, and Duan Baiting did his best to entertain them as a good host.

Song Wanyue was not too surprised, but felt it was reasonable.

In her eyes, Duan Baiting was omnipotent.

Especially compared with the annoying Shang Heng.

The marks on some parts of her body were still too heavy, caused by his reckless indulgence in pleasure yesterday.

It was hard for Duan Baiting not to notice the reddish area.

He pulled up the knitted hollow cardigan that had slipped down on her body and asked gently, "Is it too short?" She

knew he was referring to the clothes.

Song Wanyue said confidently: "Is there anyone whose swimsuit has long sleeves and long pants?"

"That's not what I meant."

She lay on her side in his arms, with a deep groove squeezed out on her chest.

There are even clearly visible fingerprints on it.

He didn't know how much effort he had put in yesterday.

Her skin is delicate, and even the slightest bump will cause redness and swelling for a long time.

"Does it hurt?"

Song Wanyue shook her head, full of dedication: "It doesn't matter if it hurts a little, as long as Tingting likes it."

He hesitated for a moment.

With her eyes rippling like water waves, Song Wanyue lowered her head and looked submissive: "Tingting liked it so much yesterday, it doesn't matter if it hurts a little, anyway..."

She bit her lip, "As long as you like it."

In his eyes, this poor acting skill was comparable to that of a three-year-old child.

But he just fell for it.

His slender fingers stroked her soft hair and rubbed it, and his low and gentle tone seemed to coax her: "Let's go sea fishing later. Have you fished before?"

"No." She answered truthfully, "Every time I go to the beach, I'm busy taking pictures."

Hearing this, he lowered his head and his gaze stopped somewhere: "Are you wearing something like this?"

Song Wanyue saw that he seemed to still be bothered by her swimsuit.

She explained to him with a smile: "My swimsuit is quite conservative, it's a one-piece. And the neckline is not low. It's not the clothes that are sexy, it's me."

The flesh on her body is very sensible and knows where it should grow and where it should not grow.

Song Wanyue leaned close to his ear and smiled slyly: "Tingting is in for a treat."

Shang Heng came over with a surfboard and happened to see this scene.

The two of them hugged each other affectionately, showing their affection as if no one was around.

He deliberately fanned the non-existent breath in front of his nose: "This hormone is almost spreading all over the island."

Song Wanyue rolled her eyes when she saw him.

Duan Baiting remained unmoved and just pulled her blouse up.

It's tightly covered.

Shang Heng's body was full of water, and his wheat-colored skin glowed with a healthy luster in the sun.

He should also have the habit of exercising and fitness, and his muscles are firm.

But it is still not as good as Duan Baiting's.

It's not that Song Wanyue has a special filter for him, she just looks at it from a very fair and just perspective.

She has an abstinent and cold face, but a sexy and attractive figure.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, inverted triangle figure, and other natural talents.

Song Wanyue snorted at Shang Heng with disdain.

But Shang Heng just loves to tease her and even says he wants to take her surfing.

Song Wanyue made full use of her clinging strength like a vine, lying in Duan Baiting's arms and refusing to go anywhere.

She even deliberately showed her affection in front of Shang Heng: "We have such a sweet world for two, who wants to go surfing with you? Don't disturb our love here, I still have a lot of sweet words to say."

Shang Heng became interested when he heard this.

He put down the surfboard in his hand and no longer had the idea of ​​leaving: "There is nothing I cannot bear to hear. This is a good opportunity for me to learn, so that I won't let you down when I fall in love in the future."

Song Wanyue was quite generous and really taught by example.

"Tingting, after seeing Shang Heng, I found that I like you more."

Shang Heng: "...No need to talk down on others."

Song Wanyue retorted, saying that she did not talk down on others, and every word she said came from the bottom of her heart.

I saw the two of them going back and forth, with no sign of stopping.

He simply covered Song Wanyue's mouth with his hand and warned Shang Heng with his eyes.

Forced interruption.

Shang Heng smiled and nodded.

He had to go sea fishing later, so he planned to go back and change his clothes.

He greeted Song Wanyue and said see you on the boat later.

Song Wanyue snorted softly. Who wants to meet him?

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When she heard that they were going to go sea fishing, she was worried about getting tanned, so she took out the sunscreen from her bag and asked Duan Baiting to help her apply it all over her back.

She lay face down on the recliner.

The swimsuit is backless.

Her skin is fair and tender, her waistline is narrowed, and there is not a trace of excess fat.

Duan Baiting did as she said, squeezed the sunscreen into his palm, and then carefully applied it along his back.

Duan Baiting is a meticulous person in his work, so Song Wanyue is naturally relieved to leave this matter to him.

But...

her toes tensed involuntarily, and she arched her back, subconsciously wanting to escape.

Duan Baiting was calm and composed. He pressed her waist to stop her from moving: "Are you itchy?"

Some people have sensitive nerves in their waists, and they tend to feel itchy and want to laugh after being touched.

Unexpectedly, such a hidden thought could be seen through. Song Wanyue blushed and nodded.

Duan Baiting said calmly: "I will be careful and try not to touch your waist."

Song Wanyue was stunned: "What...what?"

He looked indifferent and asked calmly: "Isn't it itchy?"

Song Wanyue was slow to think and it took her a long time to react. She had misunderstood.

Her whole face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she buried her face in the pillow.

His breathing also stopped, as if he wanted to suffocate himself in this way.

Her abnormal behavior caught Duan Baiting's attention.

Although his expression remained indifferent, his slightly raised eyebrow silently showed that he understood.

He laughed for a moment and pulled the person out from the pillow: "It's done, do you want to check?"

She didn't dare to look up, her ears and neck were all red, and she said in a muffled voice: "No need to check, I'll put on another piece of clothes later... later."

She usually likes to flirt, but when something really happens, she is more thin-skinned than anyone else.

Duan Baiting tried to coax the person for a long time but failed.

In the end, Yun Wei came over and talked to her, and Song Wanyue gradually came out of her social deadlock.

The boat came in the afternoon, and professional sea anglers were waiting on it.

After boarding the ship, Song Wanyue's negative emotions were completely diluted by the novelty.

Every time I went to the beach before, I was always worried about getting tanned, and all I did was take pictures.

I haven't experienced sea fishing before, it's so interesting.

The crew drove the boat to the fishing spot, near the reef.

There are mostly groupers under the reef.

It was Song Wanyue's first time fishing and she fished for half an hour before a fish took the bait.

Finally, with the help of Duan Baiting, a red grouper was caught.

This fish was so hard to come by that she couldn't contain her excitement. She couldn't let it go and took out her cell phone to take several photos of it.

He also sent his spoils to his good friend Shizuka who was far away on land.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: The traveling frog sends you a postcard. Look what I caught. 】

For Shizuka's reversed day and night schedule, this time is exactly when she just wakes up.

So the message was replied very quickly.

[Shizuka: Carp? 】

【Wanwan couldn't finish it: NoNoNo, this is grouper. /Cool】

【Shizuka:! ! ! ! What? ? ? Did you go to the beach? ? ? ? 】

【Wanwan couldn't finish eating: Hehehehe, I am on a small island now. Duan Baiting's island. 】

【Shizuka: Oh my god! ! ! Is this the happiness of a big boss? You are really great for not inviting me to such a good thing. 】

Song Wanyue is very innocent.

[Wanwan couldn't finish eating: I didn't know it was coming in advance. It all started with a wisdom tooth. But this island is really big. After the New Year holiday, we can do this again alone. 】

【Shizuka: Humph, you have some conscience. 】

After Song Wanyue caught the fish, she sat quietly in the corner, holding her cell phone without saying a word.

Without her noise, the overall decibel level on the ship dropped significantly.

Shang Heng felt a little uncomfortable with the sudden silence of his ears.

Duan Baiting was not unusual at all. He had no interest in anything.

I know everything, but I'm not passionate about anything.

The phone beside me received a message reminder.

Duan Baiting didn't intend to look at it, but it kept ringing.

He was annoyed and unlocked the screen, but saw a message from Song Wanyue on the message bar.

A screenshot.

It should be one of her social media apps.

There is a photo on the top and the ID below, followed by text.

It was a snapshot of him helping her catch the fish and putting it into the bucket.

Because it was a snapshot, it's a bit blurry, just a side profile.

What caught his attention was not his own photo, but the small line of words below it.

Aphrodite lucky: Click, click, what a meaningful day~The fish I love and the person I love/cute

was stunned for a moment.

I looked up and saw her sitting on the bench in the corner. The long and smooth hair was a little messy due to the sea breeze.

There is a kind of pure beauty on her unmade-up face.

She changed her clothes into a white dress.

The sun was about to set, and tiny rays of light seemed to fall into her eyes.

When she met Duan Baiting's gaze, she tilted her head slightly and smiled at him.

The memories seemed to overlap, at that gloomy and depressing funeral many years ago.

She had the same smile, as if opening a hole in the gray world for people to breathe.

"I hope that next time I see you, you will have met someone who can make you happy. As promised, I will share all my good luck with you. Goodbye, big brother, I wish you happiness every day."