Qiao Mo panicked, sobbing out loud, "Wuwu... Don’t throw down..."
His movents paused slightly, and she clung tightly to his neck, nuzzling continuously into his arms, choking, "Wuwu... Fu Nancheng, I’m scared..."
His heart softened, and his tone eased a bit, "Still looking for the ring?"
Qiao Mo’s tears kept falling on his shoulder, biting her lip and refusing to speak.
His gaze instantly turned cold again, "Speak."
Qiao Mo’s tears flowed even more fiercely, yet she still wouldn’t relent.
Fu Nancheng’s face turned cold, and he pried her hand away, actually throwing her down!
With a splash, Qiao Mo was instantly subrged in the icy seawater again, imdiately floundering.
The water wasn’t deep, but she couldn’t quite explain why, she felt an overwhelming fear for no reason.
He frowned watching her, waited a few seconds, ultimately couldn’t bear it, and reached out to pull her up again.
Qiao Mo was even colder now, almost on the verge of collapse, clutching his neck tightly and crying, "Wuwu, Fu Nancheng..."
"Still looking for the ring?"
Qiao Mo, eyes red, choked, "No... no more... don’t throw away."
Seeing this, his expression finally softened a bit, holding her and turning towards the shore.
Once completely ashore, he placed her on the sand, reached out, and pinched her small foot, examining it.
A sharp cut on the sole, swollen from the seawater, made him frown.
Sitting on the beach, Qiao Mo hugged her knees, her eyes red, looking at him, unable to stop crying.
Fu Nancheng let out a light breath, took off his pajamas, and draped them over her.
Though the clothes were also wet, she was wearing yesterday’s pink nightdress, and covering her with sothing was better than nothing.
But Qiao Mo wasn’t grateful, imdiately flinging the clothes away.
He wasn’t angry, instead picking up the clothes again and draping them over her, fastening two buttons, "Feeling this wronged? Hmm?"
Qiao Mo still didn’t speak, her head low, tears pattering down.
He sighed lightly, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, "Keep crying, and you’ll turn ugly."
Qiao Mo felt even more aggrieved, biting her lip stubbornly, refusing to speak.
He turned around and carried her on his back, the sudden warmth causing her tear ducts to malfunction, her small face pressed against his back, tears still streaming down, eyes red, choking, "Fu Nancheng... why do you always bully ..."
He gently pressed his thin lips together, not making a sound.
She lay on his shoulder, not making a sound, her face turned to the horizon where the sea and sky t, her eyes reflecting a fiery red sunset.
As the sun set in the west, the sunlight poured onto the shimring sea, as if draping the ocean in a fiery red garnt, glinting with golden light, the surface rippling with patches of fragnted gold, indescribably beautiful...
She lay steadily on his back, shivering from the cold as the sea breeze blew, instinctively tightening her arms around him.
He tightened the n’s pajamas around her, covering her bottom to prevent exposure.
He walked barefoot on the sand, dragging her small butt, leaving a trail of footprints on the quiet beach.
Qiao Mo lay still with her head turned, only feeling that his back was particularly warm and reliable.
For a mont, she suddenly thought that this wasn’t so bad.
From afar, both of them were cloaked in a warm hue, like a thin veil, extraordinarily harmonious.
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