The daily displays of affection by the Juanbao couple
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The boundless sea merges with the sky in the distance.
The azure seawater slowly and rhythmically lapped against the golden sand, playing with the tourists' snow-white feet.
On the beach, bikini-clad beauties with various hair colors are engaged in a lively game of beach volleyball, their high-pitched laughter constantly assaulting everyone's eardrums.
Yang Wei lay on a beach chair, a parasol propped up over her head. She enjoyed the salty sea breeze, reached for a glass of lemonade on the table, and took a sip through the exaggerated straw.
I let out a satisfied sigh in my heart, this feeling is just like shooting a blockbuster movie!
Yang Wei imagined herself as a Hollywood star and stylishly adjusted her large sunglasses.
A stunningly beautiful brown-haired woman walked past Yang Wei and lay down on a beach chair next to her. The woman glanced at Yang Wei, her gaze sweeping over the diamond ring on her ring finger, before smiling slightly at her: "Are you here on your honeymoon too?"
“Yes.” Yang Wei nodded. She had just given birth to Juanbao in January and finally managed to have a honeymoon with Qi Xiaoyan that was two years overdue during this summer vacation.
Although she had just given birth not long ago, Yang Wei's figure hadn't changed, which is why she dared to choose this seaside resort for vacation.
Seeing Yang Wei nod, the other person said very familiarly, "I'm also here on my honeymoon with my husband. Actually, I didn't want to go so far. Wouldn't it have been better to just go to our own little island? The two of us could stay in a seaside villa, secluded from the world. That's what a honeymoon is all about, don't you think?"
Yang Wei's lips twitched, and she gave a weak reply.
Seeing that she didn't react much, the woman pressed on, saying, "But my husband thinks it's inconvenient. He needs to eat the freshest vegetables every day. If we live on a small island, we'll have to use our helicopter to airlift them every day, which is too much trouble."
Yang Wei didn't even want to give a perfunctory "hmm." All she wanted to know was why she, sitting here all alone, could encounter such a show-off.
The brown-haired woman, oblivious to Yang Wei's emotions, was completely absorbed in her own world: "But it's good here, at least not so many banks are calling me every day trying to get me to sign up for some kind of diamond card. Last time, one bank said that if I signed up for a diamond card, they would provide free cleaning services, but the area is only 200 square meters. Isn't that a rip-off? What's the point of cleaning just one toilet?"
Yang Wei: "..."
Otherwise, let her go for a swim.
Just as she was about to do so, a man walked towards her from the beach.
Yang Wei could clearly sense the restless emotions of the woman next to her; she even suspected that the woman might whistle out on the spot.
“He’s a real gem.” The brown-haired woman picked up the lemonade on the table and took a small sip, her gaze never leaving the man. “Those long legs are so sexy, the lines are simply perfect. Even though he’s wearing a shirt, I bet he has some nice muscles underneath. Oh, I can almost picture his abs.”
As she said this, she winked mysteriously at Yang Wei and asked, "Guess how long it is?"
Yang Wei almost choked on her saliva and asked, "...Do you mean the normal state or the special state?"
The brown-haired woman covered her mouth and chuckled: "That's normal."
Yang Wei said, "Around 120 centimeters."
The brown-haired woman was shocked: "No European, no, no one in all of humanity could find one this long!"
Yang Wei blinked innocently: "Don't joke around. Europeans are all over two meters tall. You can't even find someone with legs 120 centimeters long?"
The brown-haired woman's lips twitched a few times: "Legs? You're talking to me about legs? What are the normal and special forms of legs?"
"The normal posture is standing upright, and the special posture is squatting or sitting."
Brown-haired woman: "..."
Yang Wei admired her colorful expressions, took off her large sunglasses, and asked her, "You really like that man?"
"What woman wouldn't like a man like that? Forget about his physique, his face alone can fulfill all a woman's fantasies."
Yang Wei stood up from the beach chair and smiled at her: "He is my husband."
Brown-haired woman: "..."
After Yang Wei finished speaking, she ran happily towards Qi Xiaoyan, affectionately took his arm, and even turned around to wave to the brown-haired lady.
Brown-haired woman: "..."
Qi Xiaoyan helped Yang Wei put on the thin shirt she was holding, and they walked towards the beach together: "Who was that person just now?"
Yang Wei shook her head and said, "I don't know her. As soon as she came over, she started showing off that her family has a helicopter."
Qi Xiaoyan: "..."
Yang Wei hugged his arm, then suddenly looked up and smiled at him: "But I retaliated by showing off my husband!"
Qi Xiaoyan was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled softly.
A blonde woman playing beach volleyball nearby ran over and spoke a few words to Qi Xiaoyan in English. Yang Wei stood aside and listened attentively. The gist of her message was that she was inviting Qi Xiaoyan to play beach volleyball with them.
Qi Xiaoyan politely declined the offer and continued walking on the beach with Yang Wei in her hand.
The salty sea breeze ruffled Yang Wei's black hair, which had grown to her chest again. She raised her hand to brush the stray hairs behind her ear and turned to ask Qi Xiaoyan, "Juanjuan, do I look like a supermodel who's here at the beach to shoot a photo album?"
Qi Xiaoyan looked at her and remained silent for a moment before replying, "If you want to hear it, I don't mind telling you a lie to make you feel a little conceited."
Yang Wei: "..."
What happened to the sweet-talking prince?! Everything changed after Juanbao was born!
She curled her lip at Qi Xiaoyan and said as if making a vow, "After I go back, I'll develop in the entertainment industry and have scandals with all sorts of young heartthrobs. You can just watch me cry on TV!"
Qi Xiaoyan said dismissively, "Baby, don't you know that signing a contract requires the consent of the guardian? I won't sign it."
Yang Wei: "..."
Professor Qi's lie was so insincere. Did he think that just because he called her "baby," she really was his baby?
Seeing Yang Wei frowning, Qi Xiaoyan smiled slightly and leaned down to kiss her forehead: "My baby is the most beautiful, more beautiful than any supermodel."
"Hmph." Yang Wei glanced at him. "You've had a feast for the eyes since you came to the beach, haven't you? Sand, sunshine, and bikinis."
Qi Xiaoyan glanced at her T-shirt and denim shorts, puzzled, "Bikini? I don't see one?"
Yang Wei raised an eyebrow, a playful smile playing on her lips: "You want to see? Then I'll go back to the hotel to change right away!"
"You dare." Qi Xiaoyan gripped her hand, his tone carrying a warning.
Two more bikini-clad beauties carrying swimming rings ran over from the opposite direction. Yang Wei sighed and whispered in Qi Xiaoyan's ear, "It's true that looking at other people's wives is different from seeing your own wife being looked at by others."
Qi Xiaoyan smiled slightly but didn't say anything.
The two walked along the beach for a while, their feet covered in sand carried by the sea, clinging damply to their skin. Yang Wei got tired and wanted to find a place to sit down. Qi Xiaoyan thought for a moment and then very honestly suggested, "Why don't we go back to the hotel? I'd really like to see more."
Yang Wei: "..."
What he wants to see is self-evident.
Yang Wei did bring a swimsuit with her when she came, the kind with a back tie—of course, she never had the chance to wear it.
Now that she had changed into the swimsuit in the bathroom, she realized it was really too revealing. Even if Qi Xiaoyan had allowed it, she would have been too embarrassed to wear it out.
Seeing that she had been inside for so long and hadn't come out yet, Qi Xiaoyan walked to the bathroom door and knocked: "Baby, are you still not changed?"
Yang Wei's eye twitched. Professor Qi was simply a refined scoundrel.
She slowly opened the door and walked out. The moment Qi Xiaoyan saw her, he deeply understood the explosive shock that swimsuits had caused when they first appeared.
Yang Wei felt quite uncomfortable. Qi Xiaoyan's gaze towards her grew increasingly intense, almost forcing her back into the bathroom.
"I'd better change back into my T-shirt." Yang Wei said, trying to retreat towards the bathroom, but Qi Xiaoyan grabbed her and pinned her against the wall.
The oppressive feeling emanating from Qi Xiaoyan was so close, Yang Wei was almost nose to nose with him: "I didn't expect Professor Qi to know how to do wall slams."
Qi Xiaoyan lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes fluttering down like a fan, obscuring his obscuring gaze: "I know more than just this."
His voice, soft and gentle, echoed in Yang Wei's ears, followed by a soft touch on her lips. Qi Xiaoyan repeatedly kissed her lips, his hands covering her breasts through her swimsuit.
When Yang Wei nestled into the soft blankets, she realized they had unknowingly kissed on the bed. Just as Qi Xiaoyan was about to peel off the little bit of fabric that was getting in her way, her phone, which had been lying somewhere, rang.
Qi Xiaoyan was in high spirits and didn't want to answer the phone at all, but the phone kept ringing incessantly. It was the ringtone that Yang Wei had specially set for Juanbao.
"Juanjuan, it must be Mom calling." They went on their honeymoon, and Juanbao was cruelly left in the care of Yang's mother.
Qi Xiaoyan frowned slightly as he looked up and found his phone under the pillow. He reached out and grabbed it, answering the call while continuing to undress Yang Wei: "Hmm, Juanbao, did you miss Daddy?"
Juanbao can't speak yet and can only make some meaningless sounds, but when she heard her father's familiar voice, she still giggled a few times.
"Mom is sleeping and can't talk to Juanbao." As Qi Xiaoyan finished speaking, she finally ripped off Yang Wei's swimsuit and threw it on the floor.
Yang Wei: "..."
This is what a real father looks like.
Juanbao on the other end of the phone seemed to understand Qi Xiaoyan's words, and her voice became listless. The phone was quickly taken over by Yang's mother, and Qi Xiaoyan asked a few questions about Juanbao's health before hurriedly ending the overseas call.
He turned off his phone and shoved it back under the pillow, then leaned down and kissed Yang Wei. Yang Wei's body was extremely sensitive; the places Qi Xiaoyan touched felt unbearably hot. Professor Qi had once again satisfied his craving in broad daylight, and Yang Wei felt as if the whole world consisted only of the overwhelming kisses and the heavy, sensual breathing of the man on top of her.
After showering, Yang Wei changed back into her T-shirt and shorts. Qi Xiaoyan came out of the bathroom with her, put his arm around her waist, and kissed her on the corner of her mouth: "Baby, are you hungry? Let's go get something to eat?"
"Mmm." Yang Wei nuzzled against his chest twice, seemingly a little tired. Qi Xiaoyan pulled her along, took out the room key, and went out.
The two ate something at the restaurant, and Yang Wei seemed to have regained her energy, saying that she wanted to go to the beach to watch the sunset later.
Qi Xiaoyan could only accompany him, of course.
When we arrived at the beach, there were far fewer people than in the afternoon, but there were still people playing beach volleyball, seemingly tireless.
Yang Wei and Qi Xiaoyan walked to the beach and suddenly felt playful, so they started drawing and painting on the sand like high school students.
Qi Xiaoyan stood to the side watching her draw. There was a big umbrella, a Q-version curly-haired boy on the left, and a Q-version black-haired girl on the right. After Yang Wei finished drawing, she even wrote "curly" on the boy's head and "treasure" on the girl's head with her finger.
"Haha, how about it? Aren't I great!" Yang Wei admired her masterpiece, anticipating Qi Xiaoyan's praise. Qi Xiaoyan obligingly complimented, "You're great in other aspects too."
Yang Wei twitched her lips, still having the unsettling feeling that Professor Qi was teasing her.
She walked up to Qi Xiaoyan, looked at him and laughed, "Juanjuan, quickly take a picture of my masterpiece, or it will be washed away by the sea."
Qi Xiaoyan didn't bring a camera when she came out, so she could only take out her phone and say to Yang Wei, "I can only take pictures with my phone."
"It's alright, it's alright, let's take a snapshot."
Qi Xiaoyan took a few pictures of the graffiti on the ground with her phone, and then casually took a picture of Yang Wei. Just after she finished, a wave crashed over the shore, washing away Yang Wei's still-warm painting.
Yang Wei was not annoyed. She took Qi Xiaoyan's arm and sat down next to him on the beach.
Tourists were still playing in the sea, and children wearing swimming rings were running around. In the distance, a young boy was walking towards the shore with a surfboard. Although he wasn't surfing, the scene still drew screams from several girls.
Yang Wei thought, "Who told him to be so good-looking?"