Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter

Yang Wei went with Qi Xiaoyan to buy watermelon, but also deliberately explained that there was no need to cut it.She found a smooth wooden stick and asked Qi to smile and hug the round watermelon and walk to the beach.

Putting the watermelon on the beach, Yang Wei took off the scarf around her neck-this was when she looked in the mirror in the morning and noticed that there were many red dots on her neck.

"What do you want to do?" Qi Xiaoyan saw that she layered the scarf, her eyebrows slightly raised.

Yang Wei said: "Certainly cut watermelon! How can you not come to the beach to play this!"

She said that she took ten steps forward, and then turned back to cover her eyes with a silk scarf: "Please help me guide!"

She turned around three times in the same place, and held the wooden strip in both hands, and walked diagonally towards the direction of the watermelon.

"A little on the left, more, right."

Qi Xiaoyan stood on the side and directed her path forward. At this time, the sunshine was just right, and it seemed to be wrapped in a dim warm light on Yang Wei.

She wore only a white shirt on the upper body, and a pair of light blue denim shorts on the lower body. She was almost covered by the shirt, and her long and white legs were all visible.There was a pair of sandals on my feet, and some golden gravel was scattered on it.

Qi Xiaoyan's throat slipped, and the sound seemed to be imprinted: "Go a little to the left and go straight..."

Yang Wei went straight into Qi Xiaoyan's arms. Qi Xiaoyan put her arms around her waist and pulled out the wooden strips in her hands.

Yang Wei was obviously taken aback. He was about to tear off the scarf on his eyes, and his hands were tightly clasped.

Qi Xiaoyan hugged her, and as soon as she lowered her head, she kissed her lips.

In the afternoon, Yang Wei went back to Qi Xiaoyan and went diving and surfing, having fun.In the evening, I finally got tired of playing. After dinner, I went back to the hotel to sleep unconsciously.

When she opened her eyes again, the sky was completely dark.Qi Xiaoyan was not in the room, Yang Wei looked around barefooted, and heard something seem to be moving in the bathroom.

She pressed her ear to the door, and the sound of running water made her blush.

Yang Wei's eyes moved, and he lay back again.

After a while, Qi Xiaoyan wiped her hair and came out of the bathroom, glancing at Yang Wei, who was lying down: "Wake up and take a shower."

Yang Wei scrambled down to take a bath, and when he came out, he only wore a long white shirt, just covering his thighs.

Qi Xiaoyan's eyes sank, and Yang Wei stood aside and said to him, "You, go to the sofa."

"why?"

"Because, although we are husband and wife, my soul is only a 16-year-old high school student, male and female don't accept!"

Qi Xiaoyan looked at her up and down for a while, and her eyes stayed on her long legs: "Why do you come out like this?"

"Because I didn't find any other clothes, anyway, I want to sleep under the covers, you go down first!"

"Really don't remember?"

Yang Wei shook his head.

Qi Xiaoyan held the man in his arms, and there was a contented smile on the corner of his mouth: "Baby, it's quite fun to cross the game. You can play it a few more times in the future."

Yang Wei: "..."

She will never play again!

She looked at Qi Xiaoyan's beautifully curved chin and asked, "Wonder, when did you find out?"

"In the beginning."

Yang Wei pouted: "If I really don't remember, do you?"

Qi Xiaoyan's eyelashes moved, then opened her eyes and looked at her: "If you really dare to forget, I will use this method to remind you."

Yang Wei: "..."

Shameless people are invincible.

After a day of tossing, both of them were tired and soon fell asleep.

When Yang Wei woke up the next day, he saw Qi Xiaoyan sitting beside him, holding his forehead in one hand, inexplicably distressed.

Yang Wei's brow moved, and he sat up and looked at him: "Wan Juan, what's wrong with you?"

Qi Xiaoyan heard the voice and looked over at her, her obsidian eyes revealing a trace of confusion and confusion: "Who are you?"

Yang Wei: "..."