The sea breeze blew the person's long, watery hair, and a diamond earring exposed on her delicate earlobe shone dazzlingly in the night. Cen Yunong looked at this "woman's" extremely beautiful and three-dimensional facial features, as well as the touch at the corner of her mouth.
If there was a seemingly non-existent evil smile, it suddenly became clear.
No wonder that man would cry bitterly in front of her regardless of his appearance. It turned out that she really had a look that would make a country beautiful.
In the sea breeze, the charming woman in front of him reminded Cen Yunong of the legend of the Poseidon Siren. Legend has it that the Siren had a very beautiful singing voice and a very beautiful appearance. She relied on these two things to survive in the moonlight.
On a full night, it rises to the surface, confuses passing ships, confuses the crew, hooks them into the water, and then eats them.
I heard that every one of the crew members who heard her singing and saw her appearance were willing to die because they had never seen such a beautiful face or heard such a beautiful singing voice.
"Cen Yunong?" The woman finally moved her lips and turned her head slightly to look at her. A hint of surprise appeared in her pupils as dark as midnight, "Which Cen Yunong?"
Cen Yunong tried hard to hide his astonishment, smiled slightly, took the woman's hand, and touched her palm: "Cen Shen's Cen, the language is rich, the love is thick. Cen Yunong, what about you, your
What’s the name?”
The woman looked at her hand holding hers, smiled slightly, and held her hand with her backhand: "Siren. Just call me Siren."
"Siren?" Cen Yunong was surprised that the other party was what she thought, but she sharply saw the protruding Adam's apple on this "woman's" neck. Could it be that she was actually a man?
Cen Yunong gently withdrew his hand and smiled faintly: "I'm afraid Siren is a female siren. I don't know why my brother insists on dressing up as a woman?"
"Hahaha!" Siren suddenly burst out laughing. He looked at Cen Yunong with a smile, clapped his hands and laughed, "Interesting, interesting. How did you tell that I am not a woman? When did you tell?
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Cen Yunong leaned over, gently stretched out his fingers, and touched his protruding Adam's apple: "Your little brother is so obvious, I shouldn't be able to recognize him."
A bright light flashed in the man's eyes, and before Cen Yunong had time to notice, he had already clasped Cen Yunong's hand with his backhand, pulled her closer and hugged her: "Woman, do you really want to know my name?"
?How about you come to my room tonight?"
As he spoke, the man's hands were not idle. He slipped in from the hem of Cen Yunong's clothes and touched her chest.
Although Cen Yunong has been in love several times, they were only limited to the stage of holding hands and kissing mouths. Did he have any experience of skin-to-skin contact?
So when he touched her like this, she immediately jumped out of the man's arms like a rabbit with fried fur: "I'm warning you, don't touch me! I'm still a young girl, you are not allowed to do this.
rogue?"
"Rogue?" The man chuckled, smiling happily as if he had discovered some treasure. Finally he stood up and walked towards the cabin.
"If you really want to know my name, go to my room later and find me in 2046." The man stopped at the door and looked at Cen Yunong with a smile.
"Crazy." Cen Yunong muttered in a low voice, then turned his head to look at the vast sea, never looking at the man again.
The man walked into the cabin and was immediately followed by two attendants with respectful expressions: "Master Feng, Master Huo and the others are waiting for you to play cards in the hall!"
This charming man known as Young Master Feng is Feng Xianrong, one of the Four Young Masters.
"I know." He smiled, took the cigar handed over by the attendant, took a puff of it with enjoyment, blew out the smoke ring, and walked inside.
"Isn't that guy Gu Shaoqin here yet? We agreed to get together and have fun with him, so that he doesn't run away and ignore his brothers for a supermodel." Feng Xianrong puffed away the smoke and said lightly.
explain.
"Young Master Gu has already flown to Japan and said he would wait for the cruise ship there." the attendant said more respectfully.
"Japan?" Feng Xianrong smiled again, "Japanese women have a good touch. This old pervert! Oh, by the way, help me find out the name of the woman on the deck just now, Cen Yunong, and her origins."
"Yes." The subordinate said respectfully.
A cunning light flashed in Feng Xianrong's slender eyes: She looks so similar to that dead girl from Xinghai. Could it be that this dead girl has some evil ideas? In any case, for this good show, he had to