"Are you really going to take me to the beach?" Sitting in the car he had rented, Jiang Zimo asked again with some uncertainty.
"Don't you think it's a bit awkward for the two of us to go and watch the sea in the middle of winter?"
He reached out and pinched her nose, not hard, just teasingly.
"Well, Qingzhen..." She acted coquettishly and rested her head on his shoulder. For a second, she couldn't tell whether she was acting, or whether she was moved by his pampering, or whether she was acting for him.
The heavy and suffocating feeling of guilt in my heart looked for a reason to atone.
Traveling with a man is an unfamiliar experience for Jiang Zimo, who has only been hanging out with her girlfriends before. In her memory, she has never enjoyed such simplicity since her parents' relationship cracked.
Happy holidays.
The seaside scenery in winter is still beautiful. The tourists coming and going on the beach are all wearing colorful swimsuits, and there are laughter and slapstick everywhere. During such a holiday, Jiang Zimo's heart seemed to be quietly touched.
A yearning smile appeared on her lips, but what she was thinking about was Bai Yanbing, who couldn't show up or stay with her at this time.
In fact, no matter how kind and gentle Bai Yanbing was to her when he was around her, he never seemed to let her integrate into his life circle. Who is he, what does he do, and what kind of family background does he have?
, she knew almost nothing about these things.
But he just entered her life forcefully, and he would restrict even her usual clothes and dress without politeness and domineeringly.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zimo suddenly felt that she really had no confidence in this kind of love. If one day he stopped loving her, she wouldn't even know where to find him.
"What's wrong with you? Why don't you look happy all of a sudden?" Seeing her melancholy expression, Murong Qingzhen immediately noticed it and came forward to ask for comfort.
Jiang Zimo shook his head and said with a smile: "I think I was too miscalculated. I didn't bring a swimsuit to the beach. Forget it, Qingzhen, let's drive around here and take a look, and find a place to eat seafood later.
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Her smile concealed her slight disappointment. What was the truth? It was Bai Yanbing who was overbearing and did not allow her to wear a swimsuit in front of Murong Qingzhen, so she could only stand on the warm beach and take in the scenery.
The packed trip ended at 8 p.m. After that, Murong Qingzhen specially took her to eat at the most famous seafood restaurant in Qingchuan.
Tender night candles, amber champagne, delicious seafood and other dishes. Such an ambiguous night, such intertwined eyes, after the meal, both of them were a little absent-minded.
Murong Qingzhen was persuaded by Jiang Zimo to drink several glasses of champagne. He watched her cheeks dyed a shy rose color by the wine, and his heart became drunk.
With a dazzling smile, she kept filling his wine glass with the blood-red fragrance. In order to look at her alluring smile, he took a sip of the rich fragrance. In the hazy night candle, he went to catch her.
His hands, the touch of his hot skin seemed to bring a strange electric current.
My body feels a little hot, and the thoughts in my head are a little confused.
Of course, he would not know that the bottle of wine on the table had been tampered with a long time ago, and was mixed with an aphrodisiac that had an almost imperceptible taste.