Today she changed into a form-fitting black one-piece surfing swimsuit.
The color-blocking design used on the waist and legs outlines her already tall and plump figure with an extra bump.
The jet-black Chang Fa was tied into a high ponytail, her delicate facial features were not painted with makeup, and her head was covered with a pair of polarized waterproof glasses.
Lin Chuqiao stopped in front of Fang Cheng, and smoothly put Goggles on his forehead, with a bright light in his eyes. "Brother Cheng, I didn't expect that you also learned to drive Jet Ski. Do you dare to follow me to the outer circle for a race?"
Fang Cheng turned his head, his eyes swept across her alluring breasts, landed on the key in her hand, and chuckled, "Okay, you choose the route."
"Okay, whoever loses will be treated to a treat at noon today."
Lin Chuqiao raised her red lips slightly and answered crisply.
Then he turned sideways and climbed into a matte black Jet Ski next to him. He pushed his long legs back on the seat and adjusted his center of gravity in an instant.
Following the instructions from the coach in the distant stands, raising his hands and waving flags, two water jets exploded on the sea surface at the same time.
Lin Chuqiao's driving skills are extremely skilled, and it's obvious that he has participated in such extreme marine events before.
Her whole body was pressed very low, almost touching the handle.
When driving to a big bend, he had no intention of slowing down. He just relied on his body weight to hold down the car body, and used the thrust of the wave to forcefully cut through the inner road.
A dense wave of waves was thrown from the stern of the boat, drawing a semi-arc water mark on the sea surface.
Fang Cheng followed Lin Chuqiao and was not in a hurry to overtake.
He controlled the direction steadily with one hand, and his body made precise buffering movements with the undulations of the waves, always falling behind two car bodies.
Toot toot-
The waves kept hitting the sides of the motorcycle, and the crisp sound of water breaking mixed with the roar of the motor.
Fang Cheng A relaxed smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the dashing figure flying in the waves in front of me, feeling the coolness of the sea breeze blowing on my face, the burden that has been accumulated in my heart for the past six months seems to have dissipated with the wind at this moment.
Run a lap and successfully cross the finish line.
Lin Chuqiao drove the motorcycle back to the shore, raised his hand to pull off the hair tie, and shook the tail of his hair that was wet with water splashes.
The water drops slid down her white neck, reflecting a radiant luster in the sunlight.
She was naturally bright and pretty, and now her face without makeup, set off by her tight-fitting swimsuit, lost a bit of the coldness of a young lady in ordinary times, and instead added an indescribable sexy charm.
Lin Chuqiao panted slightly, looked at Fang Cheng who parked the car and docked, bit his lower lip, and said angrily, "Brother Cheng, you really can surpass me, but you still want to watch my jokes from behind."
"I've already turned the throttle all the way down."
Fang Cheng Turn off the motorcycle, take out the key, and step on the plank road.
He casually took the dry Towel handed over by the staff, wiped the water stains on his face, and replied with a smile, "The main reason is that you drove too fast, so I could only eat the spray behind."
Lin Chuqiao hummed proudly, but there was a smile that couldn't be hidden in his eyes.
"I won't tell you. I'm going to put on some sunscreen. My skin feels a little dry."
She raised her hand to fan herself, turned around and walked towards the rest area to get her cosmetic bag.
Fang Cheng took advantage of the situation and turned his head to look at Zhou Xiumei who had been sitting under the umbrella and looking at the package.
Zhou Xiumei Face Mask wore a white cotton sun protection shirt, and the floral skirt underneath was occasionally blown by the sea breeze.
The soft Chang Fa gently sticks to the side of the cheek with the wind. The fair face is clean and elegant, and even the tiny fuzz on the skin surface can be seen clearly under the bright sunlight.
She and Lin Chuqiao can be said to be two different types of women, with different beauty and charm.
Those clear black and white eyes are full of gentleness and tranquility.
Sitting next to this noisy and hot Beach, I looked a little out of place.
Just like a lily that blooms quietly, it is so pure that it is not stained by the world.
She folded her hands and pressed them on her knees. When she saw Fang Cheng's gaze, she quickly stood up and took two steps forward to meet him.
"Xiumei, why don't you go over and give it a try?"
Fang Cheng didn't want to ignore her, so he walked over and pointed to the rippling water play area.
Zhou Xiumei pursed his lips, glanced at the roaring Jet Ski in the distance, and shook his head. "Brother Cheng, this thing is driving too fast--I feel a little dizzy when I look at it. It's good to just watch you guys play from the shore."
"How can this be done?"
Fang Cheng ignored her flinching and directly picked up a thin women's life jacket on the chair and handed it to her chest. "It's rare to come to the beach to play, sitting there is so boring. Come on, I'll drive slower and take you outside to see the mangroves in the middle of the sea."
Seeing the man's insistent eyes, Zhou Xiumei tightened his fingertips and took the life jacket.
She clumsily fastened the buckles one by one, and then followed Fang Cheng into the shallow water.
After getting on the back seat of the motorcycle, Zhou Xiumei nervously grasped the straps under the side bolsters with both hands, not daring to raise his eyes to look around.
"You have to hold on tight later, otherwise you will be easily blown away by the waves."
Fang Cheng straddled the driver's seat, turned around and pointed at his lower back, signaling. "Hold here."
Zhou Xiumei's ears felt hot, and after a moment's hesitation, he stretched out his arms and hugged Fang Cheng's strong waist and abdomen from both sides.
When Fang Cheng turned the accelerator and the car started to surge forward, the habitual weightlessness made her let out a low cry.
The arms that were originally hugging him instinctively tightened instantly, and his entire face was buried tightly on Fang Cheng's broad back.
Through the thin singlet, the compact and steady muscle texture of the man's back is transmitted in waves as he controls the car.
Zhou Xiumei I just feel that my cheeks are getting hotter and hotter.
The masculine Aura that belonged exclusively to Fang Cheng penetrated into her nasal cavity, making her feel dizzy.
As the waves undulated, the originally tense body slowly softened, completely entrusting the entire center of gravity to the tall back in front of him.
In addition to the low roar of the motor, the only thing left around me was the sea breeze whistling past my ears, and the thump, thump of my own heartbeat.
At this time, on the shore, Lin Chuqiao was under the umbrella, holding sunscreen spray in his hand.
Her eyes were firmly fixed on the blue and white motorcycle that was gradually disappearing.
When he saw Zhou Xiumei's whole body pressed against Fang Cheng's back and his arms around his waist, he couldn't help but gnash his teeth secretly.
There was a sour feeling in her heart, and her face was filled with annoyance.
I was really stupid just now. If I had known better, I wouldn't have shown off my driving skills or drifting around corners.
If a woman loves to show off and acts too strong and independent, she will easily hand over excellent opportunities to others.
Look at the gentle look of Fang Cheng carefully controlling the speed.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that men prefer women who are fragile, pitiful and in need of protection.
Therefore, in the future, I have to learn how to be unable to unscrew bottle caps and act like I am afraid of riding a motorcycle.
Not to mention Lin Chuqiao secretly swore.
On the sea, Fang Cheng controls the motorcycle speed in the most comfortable cruising mode.
The car body glides smoothly in the gentle breeze and waves, and the clear water below reflects the blue sky.
Occasionally, you can see a few panicked small fish jumping out of the water from both sides of the bottom of the boat.
In the view ahead, a natural island surrounded by sea water gradually became clear.
A large area of lush and dense shrubs extends from the edge of the island, which is a patch of red Woods growing on the Middle of the Sea.
Aerial roots are intricately intertwined in the shallows, and several seabirds whose names cannot be named are sitting on the branches and preening their feathers.
Fang Cheng held the handle and raised his voice. "Xiumei, look, the red Woods is in front of you."
"Well, it's so beautiful."
Zhou Xiumei responded softly, raising his buried face slightly, his eyes shining brightly.
Looking at the receding green branches and leaves on both sides and the crystal clear shoals, the initial timidity in her heart had long been resolved.
The hands around Fang Cheng's waist did not let go, but instead quietly pressed the side of his face closer to hers.
In the back seat where no one could see her, she folded her arms inwards by half a minute and curled up into a slight smile.
It seems that in this rough sea, as long as there is this man in front of me, I can have a sense of security that can block all unknown waves.
By the time Fang Cheng took Zhou Xiumei around in a large circle and returned to the shore, the sun had gradually risen directly overhead.
Pan Wendi and Wen Xin were already tired from playing and were sitting under the umbrella of Sun, munching on the egg tarts and pineapple buns they brought.
Lin Chuqiao Although she felt a little sore in her heart, she still maintained the elegance of a young lady on her face and made a reservation at a well-known private restaurant on the island.
In the afternoon, everyone had dinner, changed into light and breathable daily summer clothes, then rented a convertible Off-Road Vehicle and headed deeper along the winding mountain road around the island.
The first stop of today's sightseeing attractions is "Sea Queen Goddess Temple" located among the lush Bamboo Grove on the mountainside.
Before the temple building could be seen, a low sound of bells could be heard in the distance, and the lingering sound echoed in the valley.
On both sides of the mountain road paved with bluestones, tall acacia trees blocked most of the sun.
Stepping through the temple gate surrounded by red walls, a scent of pine, cypress and sandalwood penetrates directly into the nostrils along with the mountain breeze.
The masonry in Courtyard is covered with moss, showing the traces of time.
A row of heavy copper bells hung under the eaves, making a crisp tinkling sound when blown by the wind.
This temple was built in the middle of the mountain and has a history of more than 200 years.
In the early years, it was the place where fishermen on the island prayed for safety and good weather before going to sea. It was also an important place for Sea Festival.
Now it has been converted into a tourist attraction, and the incense is still strong. Villagers and tourists who come here to offer incense and pray for blessings are crowded and bustling.
As the crowd walked inside, an old banyan tree with a height of three stories and hanging roots stood in the center of the front yard.
The tree trunks and thick branches were covered with bright red wishing signs, which were densely fluttering in the wind, like red fires burning among the green leaves.
Many tourists gathered around the tree, holding red ropes in their hands and hanging on tiptoes from the low-hanging branches.
Pan Wendi put his hands in Flowery Underpants's pockets, looked up at the red ropes all over the tree, and smacked his lips. "Hey, there are more hangings on this tree than there are fruits. Is it really going to work?"
Lin Chuqiao wore a sunshade Straw Hat and took over the conversation with a smile, "This is called a wishing sign. The locals say that the Sea Queen Goddess here is very effective. Whether it is for a safe home or a marriage and a future, just write your wish on the sign. The higher it is hung, the easier it is for God to see it."
Wen Xin raised his little face and blinked. "Sister Chuqiao, can I also ask for one? I want to ask for big chicken drumsticks to eat every day!"
Tong Yanwuji's performance made everyone burst into laughter.
Zhou Xiumei stood to the side, his eyes flashed slightly, his fingers unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes, and he was obviously thinking about it.
Fang Cheng Seeing that they were all very interested, he tilted his head and pointed in the direction of the main hall. "When I came here last time, I remembered that there was a place to ask for signatures and receive incense at the main hall. If you want to pray, you can go there now."
After everyone heard the words, they immediately entered the main hall.
Light smoke curled up in the hall, and ever-burning disc-shaped incense sticks hung on the beams.
There is a statue of the main god about three meters high on the central altar.
The face of the statue is that of a kind-hearted woman. The wide and stretched skirt has been carved by craftsmen into the shape of layers of waves, as if True Form is riding the waves out of the sea.
Several tourists around had just bought incense candles and were kneeling down with their eyes closed to worship devoutly.
Lin Chuqiao walked to the wooden case on the west side of the main hall, pulled out a few large-denomination banknotes and stuffed them into the Merit box, and then received the most valuable high-grade Fragrant Rosewood from Baixu Temple Zhu.
She received an elite education since she was a child. Although she likes to study religion and folk customs, she has never believed in the blessing of ghosts and gods.
But after experiencing the life-and-death crisis at Yong'an Island when she was besieged by Noah Organization, and seeing Fang Cheng descend like a god amidst the hail of bullets and take her back from the hands of death, her proud heart completely sank.
Perhaps, this is the destined fate.
She turned around and her eyes passed through the lingering incense and landed on the man leaning by the door of the palace.
She bit her red lips lightly, and she actually had the idea in her heart that she wanted to rely on God to set up a bridge and seek a good marriage.
Thinking of this, Lin Chuqiao looked away and walked to the front of the shrine on his flat leather shoes.
She raised her head and stared at the majestic Sea Queen Goddess.
Then he slowly knelt down in front of the Lord Meditation Cushion, holding the lit incense in both hands, raising his eyebrows high, closing his eyes, and silently reciting the words of Prayer in his heart.
Zhou Xiumei held Wen Xin's hand and followed Lin Chuqiao to buy six ordinary fragrances from Miao Zhu.
After lighting it, divide out three sticks and hand them to Little Girl.
She did not fight for the main futon in the front, but put her knees together in front of the empty futon on the side, knelt down obediently, and kowtowed.
Her wish was very simple, and she repeated it silently in her heart over and over again. She just hoped that her family would be safe and sound, and that Fang Cheng would be safe every time she went out.
If she could make this ordinary and happy life last longer and could always stay by Fang Cheng's side, she would be satisfied.
Wen Xin, who was kneeling beside him, also followed suit.
Little Girl Holding the three sticks of incense tightly in his hand, he knelt on the mat, closed his eyes, moved his mouth slightly, and reported to the gods in a serious manner.
Among them, most of them have not forgotten their desire to eat chicken drumsticks every day.
Outside the door, Fang Cheng folded his arms and leaned his back on the red painted pillar.
Watching two women with completely different personalities and origins, they were bowing their heads and praying in front of the fragrant mist-filled palace at the same time.
There was a glimmer of light in his deep eyes, and there was a hint of helplessness in his calm expression.
"Brother Cheng."
Pan Wendi wandered over at some point, bumped Fang Cheng's arm with his elbow, and said without hesitation, "Would you like to make a bet? I'd bet on a box of 1982 Lafite in my wine cellar, and bet that whatever they are talking about is 100% related to you."
Fang Cheng glanced sideways at this guy who was talking about running a train, directly raised his right foot and lightly kicked the opponent's calf. "The gate is clean, don't arrange things behind your back."
"Ouch!"
Pan Wendi flashed back and laughed.
He bent down and patted the dust on his trouser legs with his hands, not paying attention to Fang Cheng's rough action.
After standing up, he raised his eyebrows and continued to act like a flowery Young Master: "I am thinking about you, Brother Cheng. If you feel that you are too busy to deal with both of them at the same time, you can always ask me, the love sage, for advice."
Fang Cheng shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to this guy's talk.
Just as he was about to turn his head to look at the situation of the three women in the palace, he caught a glimpse of a figure walking towards them from the corner of his eye.
It was a middle-aged female temple priest wearing a dark blue coarse preacher's robe.
She was holding a rag in her hand and was wiping the dust on the surface of the Merit box.
But at some point, she stopped and stared directly at Fang Cheng outside the door.
Nümiaozhu threw away the rag and walked slowly, her steps seeming a little frivolous.
She didn't even blink, her eyes were firmly locked on Fang Cheng's face, her expression was changing, and her behavior revealed an unspeakable abnormality.
Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly and met her gaze with some surprise.
Pan Wendi also noticed the movement, turned his head and took a look, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He lowered his voice and joked, "Okay Brother Cheng, your charm is really amazing. You kill both young and old, and now you don't even let monks go."
Fang Cheng ignored Pan Wendi's joke, moved his back away from the pillar, and stood up straighter.
The female temple Zhu stopped only two steps away from Fang Cheng.
Her lips trembled, and she slowly raised her right hand and pointed at the tip of Fang Cheng's nose.
He just hung his fingers in the air and was silent for a few seconds.
Finally, she swallowed dryly, her voice trembling and hesitant. "Are you----Fang Cheng?"