She smiled sweetly: "Continue, but wait until you get to the next place before continuing."
He picked her chin, stared at her charmingly and smiled: "It seems you are not very determined. I thought you were going to say that even if I die now, I will have sex with you!"
In an instant, her face was flushed again, and then she was walked out of the bathroom with an arm around her shoulders by a man with a contented face.
…
"You also bought a travel bag?" Xia Yucheng sat on the sofa and watched Feng Hao pack his things.
"I asked Basong to buy some things we need." Feng Hao put all the things Basong bought into a black travel bag and zipped it up.
He adjusted the phone and handed it to Xia Yucheng: "It has my phone number on it. Of course, we will not be separated...just...in case, we..."
"Yes! I understand!" She saw that Feng Hao was extremely reluctant to tell the possibility, and nodded quickly, "Then where are we going now?"
Feng Hao carried the bag in his hand, placed a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of Xia Yucheng's nose, and then put on a pair of sunglasses himself.
"Let's go! Don't you feel comfortable following me?" He stretched out his warm palm toward her.
"How can you not be worried? Life and death depend on each other in the ends of the world!" Xia Yucheng smiled and stood up. She put her hand into his palm, and he immediately held it tightly.
They both wore sunglasses, and neither could see each other's eyes clearly, but they both knew that deep love was indispensable in their eyes.
Because eyes are the windows to the soul, their love is engraved in their hearts.
…
The streets of Barcelona are crowded with people, and tourists from all over the world are wandering leisurely on the streets.
Both of them are now wearing cotton shirts, jeans and canvas shoes, hidden in the endless flow of people, no different from ordinary tourists.
Walking on the road, Xia Yucheng looked at the unfamiliar and exotic scenery and had no intention of appreciating it. All she could think of was holding Feng Hao's hand tightly and not letting go for a second.
Feng Hao was obviously very familiar with Barcelona. He held Xia Yucheng's hand tightly and led her through the streets.
After walking for almost twenty minutes, Feng Hao took her into a small bar on the street.
"Don't talk!" Feng Hao whispered in her ear, and then walked directly to the bar.
The bartender at the bar is a Spanish man in his thirties with curly chestnut hair and a beard.
Feng Hao said a few words to him in Spanish, and then he turned his attention to Xia Yucheng and said something embarrassing later.
They all spoke Spanish, which Xia Yucheng couldn't understand, but she felt that the two of them seemed to be bargaining. Their voices were very low, as if they were afraid of being heard by others.
After a while, she saw the man gesturing with five fingers. Feng Hao first made a very embarrassed expression, then stared at Xia Yucheng, and finally nodded as if he agreed.
The man walked out of the bar, said something to the waiters on the side, then shook his head at them and motioned to follow him.
They walked out of the back door of the bar and entered the old neighborhood. The old buildings and stone walls made time seem to have stopped.
The man led them to an old building, pointed to the direction upstairs, and then handed a key to Feng Hao.