Pampering the sea

Xin Yue looked at the light purple hourglass slowly flowing under the moonlight, calculated that it was midnight, looked out lazily and said "I'm not going", then covered himself with a quilt, and continued to sleep with his head in the sea water, completely No matter how people outside summon.

"What? She's not coming?" Chu Zhiling put down his wine glass, and said to his hands blankly, "Get the key to her room."

Glancing at the light purple hourglass before going to sleep filled Xin Yue's dreams with purple energy, and the lingering majestic and shocking color made her naturally think of the person who came like a purple cloud at dusk, suitable for men and women, with a graceful appearance. The peerless young man, the connection point of memory is like a fish swimming upwards, it is the sentence that is still too clear even though the sound of the sea is covering it-"You kill him, he was born by a Japanese woman. , kill him!"

What emerged in the dream were the figures of relatives, including Xin Yue's brothers and sisters and other close relatives. In the dream, I was still at the age of five or six, stumbling and refusing to stop, trying to run towards them but They only exchanged their cold eyes with clear eyebrows and sarcasm: "Go away, you Japanese bastard!"

Those people were never afraid to attack her with the most vicious words or actions, just because her mother was Japanese, even though she had a deep love for her father, she could not be forgiven by anyone because of the fact that she was his father's lover, and her mother was from a foreign race. Status raised this disdain to a more intense height.

His father had countless lovers, and in the end he had three legal wives, including her mother.

Even if it was more than 20 years ago, it was a very sensational thing for a wealthy family to eat black and white and marry three wives.However, the young Xin Yue couldn't live in peace in this big family where outsiders were full of glory.

As his father grew tired of his mother, and as his mother passed away early in her prime, Xin Yue struggled in such a traditional family that hated the day despite being rich and powerful. As a child, she was beaten and beaten. She has been scolded and despised by others, and she trekked through this kind of unfair criticism in her childhood.

The memories that have penetrated into the bone marrow replayed in his mind again, like sea water under the night wind, wave after wave refusing to stop.

Xin Yue was immersed in a dream of her past life, and it was difficult to wake up. Those memories were her deathbed, a nightmare she could not escape from. She suddenly lost the sharpness and vigilance cultivated in her usual life in the navy, so she grasped the thin quilt at this time, frowned and bit her lips, and she didn't notice the handsome man standing beside the bed, who was a little drunk after drinking.

It was originally an unrecallable memory buried in the depths of her mind, but it was ruthlessly awakened in her dream. She remembered that a long time ago, when she was ** years old, she was tricked into the ice storage by her half-brother. The father with rich heirs remembered her existence in a flash of inspiration. She was so small that she would not be found at all. When she was rescued, she was so stiff that she was about to die.

Please, don't do this to me, what did I do wrong.The pleadings in reality were severely suppressed by her, and she who had been weak several times did not allow herself to humble herself, and the precocious she looked at these insults with an angry look, and she remembered the humiliation she had suffered, those humble requests of begging for mercy It just faded away in my heart, never leaving a trace.

It's just that this is at night, in dreams, when a person is most vulnerable, when a wandering wanderer misses his hometown the most.All the camouflage was taken off, leaving only the most primitive panic and pleading—"Please, don't treat me like this, what did I do wrong?"

There were no tears, but the whispering in the dream was accompanied by crying. The faint and lazy voice became sharper and thinner, like drizzle turning into needles, sweeping across the gaps in the deck, light and pure.

I beg you, such words and such a tone of voice turned into a pair of cat's claws in the dark night, gently scratching the man's heart.

Chu Zhiling looked down at her slightly, with a small melon-seeded face, moon-curved eyebrows, cinnabar tear mole, pale pink lips, a weak appearance with a weak call, under the moonlight, the usual coldness dissipated, she was so charming that I felt pity .

Although the man drank, he, who has always had strong self-control, did not sit still in front of this beauty. After suppressing the distraction caused by drinking, Chu Zhiling stretched out his boots and kicked The railing of the carved nanmu bed where Xin Yue fell asleep.

Xin Yue fell into an extremely frightening nightmare in an instant. The dream was about what happened when she was 19 years old when she assisted the world navy in capturing pirates in the Seto Inland Sea. The turmoil at the junction of the plates caused earthquakes and tsunamis. She watched as the ground in the distance opened a huge and narrow gap because of the unbearable vibrations, like a huge and ugly mouth swallowing the people of the houses into a bottomless pit, and the cars along the coast were like toys in the sea The ship she was on was also enslaved like a prisoner by the devastating tsunami. The white ship was like a dying seagull rolling down from the sky, shaking violently under the whipping of the raging waves.

After not waking up for a long time, Chu Zhiling frowned faintly, then kicked hard at the bed rail, causing the bed to shake vigorously.

In the dream, the hull was shaking.Vigorous and rapid, the seawater gave off a suffocating fishy smell.

Xin Yue closed her eyes, her delicate and slender eyebrows were frowned, like a tightened jade-faced folding fan, her small hands were tightly clutching the quilt on her chest, her snow-white teeth were deeply embedded in her lips, and her pointed face Pale with panic.

Such a lovely and pitiful appearance made Chu Zhiling's eyes pause for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, he looked like a normal person again. Seeing Xin Yue holding on to the quilt, his slender and clean fingers and phalanxes were faintly white, he waved his hands expressionlessly. Stretching out to the quilt in front of Xin Yue, and then yanking it violently, the girl's hands were suddenly empty.

The mast I was holding on to in my dream suddenly disappeared.

Accompanied by Xin Yue's light panting, it was the man's deliberately low inhalation.

The girl on the bed was wearing a not-so-thin white gauze dress, and the belt had loosened and slipped off due to the frequent flipping caused by nightmares, and the pink bellyband inside was slipping down uncontrollably under the action of Chu Zhiling pulling the quilt vigorously The plump and crisp breasts are half covered under the thin fabric, half exposed to the air, white as jade, reflecting the light pink of the apron, like a tempting bud to pick.

Nephrite is fragrant, and the bed curtain shakes slightly.

Chu Zhiling felt that he was really drunk.