Feng Liye leaned on the seat, looking lazy, and the cigar in his hand flashed red.
Fang Yiren was on the side, tidying up her clothes, her face flushed.
Feng Liye smiled, reached out to bring the person over, leaned down, and kissed him with a lingering kiss.
"Don't do this... I'll be seen..." Fang Yiren pushed.
Feng Liye smiled softly and spit out a sip of light cigarette. "When I did it, I wasn't afraid, but I'm still afraid now?"
"It's getting late, it's time for us to go back. It's too late, uncles and aunts will worry."
"It's only six o'clock, we still have time. We can do it a few more times, so why not just spend the night here?" As he said that, he bent down again.
Fang Yiren blocked it and refused very clearly, "I want to go back."
It was an exception to run here with him and the car was shocked, so it was already out of place. How could she stay here for the night?
"Yiren, I don't like being disappointed." Feng Liye's face darkened slightly.
"Will you be fine next time? It's too cold today, I feel a little uncomfortable..."
"I'll ask a car to take you back." Guan Liye's expression suddenly became cold and he hit the door and got out of the car.
"Are you... not going back?" Fang Yiren followed.
"I'm a little bored, I want to stay here for a while." Feng Liye spoke lightly, his brown eyes deep, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Fang Yiren immediately knew that he was in a wrong mood again—
Every time I go to this beach, Feng Liye's emotions will always become unstable, sometimes gentle, sometimes cold...
Even Feng Liye himself didn't know the reason for this.
Fang Yiren tried to persuade him not to come here.
But Feng Liye never listened to it. He would come over as long as he had time...
Fang Yiren didn't know what it was, but Feng Li Ye knew that he would be unstable when he came here, but he still came so frequently.
There was a faint ominous premonition in my heart. This place must be related to Guanxinyu...
Fang Yiren dared not ask.
I am afraid that asking will bring back Feng Liye's memory.
The taxi is here.
Fang Yiren glanced at Feng Liye deeply and sat in.
Feng Liye told the driver the address.
The driver turned around and prepared to leave.
Fang Yiren bit her lower lip and stuck her head out, "You--don't stay too late, go home early."
"Yes." Feng Liye nodded, "Call me when it comes."
Fang Yiren glanced at him deeply again before retreating and closing the car window.
Waving his hand, the driver drove away.
The taxi drove towards the other end of the road.
Soon, it disappeared from sight.
Feng Liye stood there for a while, turned around and walked towards the shore, facing the turbulent sea.
The cold wind blew over and made his clothes fly backwards.
Even so, I can't blow away the stuffiness in my chest and my mood is still irritable.
Feng Liye didn't know what was wrong with him, as if he could not control his emotions as soon as he came here... There was always a vague figure shaking in his mind.