"Yang...Feng".
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Yang Feng opened his mouth, but it seemed as if a thorn was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.
He neither hesitated nor spoke.
He ran up to Han Shilan and hugged her tightly in his arms.
Feeling the fragrant beauty in my arms, it felt so familiar, so real.
Han Shilan was stunned for a moment, then wrapped her arms around Yang Feng's waist, hugging him tightly, pressing her head against his chest, greedily absorbing the masculine scent emanating from his neck.
It is also very familiar.
The two embraced in the sunlight and suddenly kissed, greedily absorbing everything about each other.
It seemed like this moment had lasted for a very, very long time.
As their lips slowly parted, sunlight streamed in, creating a beautiful scene.
Handsome men and beautiful women embrace each other in love.
"I never expected you to actually be on this giant ship. I suddenly feel so lucky."
Yang Feng held the beauty in his arms, lowered his head slightly to admire her beautiful pink almond eyes, reached out and gently stroked her face, and spoke softly.
"I didn't expect this either..." Han Shilan pressed against Yang Feng's chest, her excitement and joy no less than Yang Feng's.
Wealthy businessmen passing by noticed the affectionate young couple and cast knowing glances at them.
At that moment, in the distance, an American youth clenched his fists, staring fiercely at Yang Feng and his companion not far away, and gritted his teeth as he said:
"Damn it, she said she wasn't planning on dating in college, but now she's in another guy's arms. What a Beach!!"
This American youth was Wang Jun. He was getting engaged to her just yesterday, but for some reason, his father suddenly changed his mind.
Now I see him wanting a girl but actually throwing himself into the arms of another man.
That's what's most infuriating.
The young Chinese man in front of him was merely handsome with decent features, but compared to his own good looks, he was actually slightly inferior.
But why did Han Shilan fall into his arms?
Actually, sometimes love does have a first-come, first-served order.
The people you initially liked, no matter how outstanding they are later, you probably won't be able to find them appealing.
A moment later, Han Shilan's head was still pressed against Yang Feng's chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat, her face beaming with sweetness.
She slightly raised her head, her eyes fixed on Yang Feng with affection, and asked, "Yang Feng, how did you get here?"
This giant ship is the Royal Caribbean V8 cruise ship, and only invited guests can come aboard.
"I..." Yang Feng didn't know how to answer. Should he say that he came to assassinate Roschel, the owner of this giant ship?
If that's the case, I wonder what she's thinking?
Even if she doesn't care, it will still leave a shadow in her heart.
After all, he was going to kill someone.
"Forget it, I don't care anyway. As long as you're here, by my side, that's enough."
Han Shilan raised her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she stared at Yang Feng, and smiled gently.
"You're so understanding. Actually, I came in with someone else." Yang Feng smiled slightly and reached out to stroke her dark hair.
It's grown quite a bit longer than before, and I believe it won't be long before it reaches my waist.
"Hmph, is that so?" A sly glint flashed in Han Shilan's eyes. She had discovered a secret before: whenever Yang Feng lied, he would touch her hair.
Yang Feng just smiled and didn't say anything. Then he lowered his head again and kissed her small mouth hard with his red lips.
"Waaah..."
Han Shilan's beautiful eyes widened slightly, a hint of embarrassment and anger flashing across them. She felt a touch of displeasure at his sudden kiss, after all, the people here were still...
But when she thought about how she had just responded so strongly to his kiss, a blush spread across her pretty face, and even her fair and delicate earlobes turned red.
In the end, she gave up, not intending to struggle, but silently accepting his loving kiss. Seeing his slightly narrowed eyes, filled with deep affection, struck her heart like lightning.
She really missed him after not seeing him for almost three months.
She would never have left him if it weren't for her family member's illness.
"Oh, what a charming couple, indulging so freely here. Why don't you do what lovers like here?"
At that moment, a discordant sound, sharp as a piercing whistle, came from the side of Yang Feng and his companion.
Yang Feng gently released his grip on Han Shilan's lower lip, and the two of them turned to look at the person who had spoken.
It was that American youth who glared fiercely at Yang Feng, then looked at Han Shilan and said:
"You have really disappointed me. I thought that girls from China were so pure and beautiful, but you were seen embracing a man intimately in broad daylight."
Upon hearing this, Han Shilan was immediately filled with anger and was about to speak.
"Who do you think you are? Do you even have the right to speak here?" Yang Feng's eyes were cold. He was furious that his sweet moment had been interrupted.