He had just taken a shower and his hair was still a little wet. From this angle, she could see his high nose bridge, slightly droopy eyes, and a pair of slightly light-colored pupils, which were as beautiful and charming as glass beads.
His lips curled up slightly, and he was in a rare good mood.
In a room not far from the deck, Luo Qiao was lying on a bed. The lights were off in the room, and there was only the moonlight reflecting off the surface of the sea.
The waves slapped against the hull of the ship, making the surroundings seem even more quiet.
In the dim light, Luo Qiao's fingers twitched. She felt a sharp pain in her forehead and slowly opened her eyes.
What he saw was a completely unfamiliar place.
The sofa, table lamp, tea table, everything was covered in a layer of darkness due to the dim light. Luo Qiao's gaze swept across the room and her brows furrowed.
She raised her arm and was about to touch her forehead when a force pulled her hand back. Stunned, Luo Qiao turned her head away.
On the large bed, her hands were tied to the head of the bed, and a soft silk scarf was wrapped around her wrists a few times, so she didn't feel much.
Luo Qiao's eyes widened slightly at the scene.
Before she could come back to her senses, the sound of unhurried footsteps came from outside. The man's pace was neither fast nor slow, and each step felt like he was stepping on her heart.
She placed her hand on the handle and pressed it down. The door was pushed open from the outside. The light from the corridor poured in and reflected the man's tall and slender figure.
He was wearing a pair of trousers and a black shirt, and his entire person seemed to blend into the night.
Luo Qiao looked at the man who was standing with his back to the light and blinked slowly.
Shen chengkong's eyes looked over and swept over her body. His eyes slid down her eyebrows and he said lazily, " "You're awake?"
He closed the door behind him and the light was cut off in an instant. Luo Qiao watched as he walked towards her and stood at the head of her bed.
The man's gaze swept over the scarf that was tied around her, and a low laugh came out of his throat. He leaned over slightly, his hands on both sides of her body, and said slowly, " "Run! Why aren't you running this time?"
Luo Qiao felt his breath brush across her cheek. The man was in a good mood and unhurriedly said three words, " "Little. Liar."
The room was very quiet, with only the sound of the waves hitting the hull outside.
Luo Qiao looked at the blurry figure in front of her and slowly realized who he was. In an instant, she quivered as if an electric current had run through her body, numbing her fingertips. She opened her mouth and exclaimed in shock, " "Shen shengkong?"
The man's eyes were lowered, and there was a thin smile on his lips. His skin was white, and his hair was soft. There was an indescribable beauty to him when he looked at people like this.
Looking at her shocked expression, he curled his lips and said in a low and slow voice, " "Yes, it's me."
“……”
Luo Qiao's breathing slowed and she subconsciously shrank back. She moved her hand, which was wrapped in the silk scarf, and tried to break free.
The man in front of her stared at her without blinking.
Luo Qiao pursed her lips and said, " "What do you want to do?"
"What do I want to do?" Shen shengkong did not seem to notice her struggle. He looked at her expression from a close distance and said with interest, " hmm, Yueyue, let me think. How should I deal with a despicable little liar? "
He looked her up and down, pondered for a moment, and then snorted, "