The sun shines down, and the sea surface is sparkling, like many fine pieces of gold
It’s a rare moment of peace and quiet. Some things always make people sad and painful when they are extremely beautiful.
Ying Zhen was sitting under the sun umbrella, holding a glass of wine and drinking lightly. Mo Yanyi was sitting opposite her in casual shorts and shorts, like a relaxed vacation bourgeoisie.
They rarely talk to each other, each has his own thoughts, or they each look at the vast sea. Occasionally, their eyes will meet, and they will smile lightly.
There is no need to say more words between them
He just simply wanted her to stay with him for a while. Recently, he was really tired. Things were happening one after another, and there were huge storms.
"Would you like to play some music?" Yingzhen asked.
She remembered that he didn't like listening to music
Mo Yanyi smiled slightly and nodded in gratitude.
Yingzhen stood up and started playing music. It was very slow music, and the singer's low and slow singing made people fall into a nostalgic mood.
It’s perfect for cuddling and dancing with your loved one in the dark night
As the sea breeze blew by, Yingzhen was about to tuck her hair around her cheeks with her hands, but Mo Yanyi took the lead and tucked her hair behind her ears.
The hair gently wrapped around his fingers, so smooth and soft, teasing his heart. His fingers traced her auricles and turned into palms touching her cheeks.
A slight smile, a touch of warmth, a deep love
"Come, dance with me" Mo Yanyi said
In my memory, they had never really danced a song properly together. That time at the Mu family's dinner, they also performed a gas-blocking dance, and there was no coordination at all.
"Okay" Yingzhen chuckled, as bright as the sun
Mo Yanyi took her hand and came to a spacious place on the deck, and gently hugged her waist. Yingzhen hooked her neck and leaned against her slightly, slowly moving to the music.
Yingzhen lowered her head slightly, and Mo Yanyi's chin rested on the top of her head, rubbing it gently, and her eyes slowly turned red.
Breathing in the faint fragrance of his body, Yingzhen's throat feels so warm and tender. This is the last time.
Drinking doves to quench thirst for the last time
She is still in his heart. She wants to finish the first and last dance with him with a smile, and keep the beauty that blooms to the extreme.
Withered the next moment
However, tears still rolled down Yingming's eyes unsatisfactorily. She hated, hated herself for becoming weak in his arms and crying like a little woman.