In the cool night breeze, the bonfire outlined the intertwined figures of the two people; the sound of the waves seemed to shrink, as if unwilling to disturb. The roaming sea beasts stopped hunting, and an enchanting romantic atmosphere pervaded the world.
After a long, long time, Ali was utterly exhausted yet infinitely satisfied, lying softly beside Shen Qiang, infinitely shy.
He held her flexible slender waist, inhaling the fragrance from her hair.
Shen Qiang was incredibly clear-minded after the passion.
Because Shen Qiang knew very well.
On this deserted island, besides Ali and himself, there were no other people.
Moreover, before this, Shen Qiang had been at sea for seven days.
For a whole week, Shen Qiang had not found any trace of human activity in this ocean, and more clearly understood that the place where he and Ali were located was not in the kind of space of a storage ring.
But in a real world with sunrise and sunset.
Assuming that Yu Liqun wasn't lying.
