The karts behind them drove up one by one, and all the men complained in their professional voice-over tones, lamenting that they should never have competed with Top Talent, a karting enthusiast. Through Jue Mei's grumbling, Gu Sheng learned that Mo Qingcheng had kept a kart at a suburban track during his university days, going for an hour whenever he had free time.
However, as work grew busier, he rarely went and eventually sold the kart.
No wonder... he had won so effortlessly just now.
"Top Talent, I don't want to sing 'Night Song of the Glorious Tang'..." Dou Bing was the last to jump out of Mu Mu's kart, nearly in tears. "I swear, I could drive faster than him on my own... Mu Mu, tell me the truth, you’re not a traffic cop, are you? You wouldn’t overtake any car..."
Dou Dou Dou Bing was definitely tall among girls, but standing next to Mu Mu, she was still half a head shorter.
She and Mu Mu got out of the kart, complaining nonstop, while Mu Mu insisted that safety came first—there was no need to speed recklessly just to avoid singing a song... Moreover, he very earnestly admitted, "I haven’t been driving for long, and I’m not very skilled..."
"If I’d known earlier, I would’ve let Mo Bai ride with you. You two good friends could sing together."
Mu Mu continued honestly, "Mo Bai is still sleeping at the hotel. He only does SPA and doesn’t want to race..."
Dou Bing simply couldn’t handle Mu Mu. She jumped out of the kart first and started climbing the stone steps toward the highest wooden cabin at the mountain peak.
Mo Qingcheng went to buy water for her, and the tour guide finally arrived late, jumping out of the kart and laughing awkwardly in apology. He immediately pulled out a notebook and, along with the local guide, began counting how many people would be going for the seaside SPA later. When he reached her side, the guide said very understandingly, "I know you’re together." He pointed at Mo Qingcheng’s back as he bought water.
"Mm..." What does that have to do with SPA...
The guide then went to ask Geng Xiaoxing.
Geng Xiaoxing shook her head vigorously with great restraint.
And then... the guide left.
When everyone was driven to the other side of the island, saw rows of small wooden cabins, and were assigned rooms by the guide, Gu Sheng finally understood what it had to do with SPA... Except for the two married couples, everyone else was paired in cabins with two men or two women.
She pushed open the door to the cabin and saw that half the room had floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sea, with the sound of warm water flowing in a small heated pool. The other half of the room had two massage beds, and whether on the floor, in the pool, or even on the beds, layers of petals were scattered... Most awkwardly, the resort owner told them in very fluent Chinese, "You can shower together first, then soak in the warm water for a while, or even take a nap. Whenever you want a massage, just put on shorts and ring the bell. Two girls will come in to serve you."
Shower together?
Soak in warm water together?!
"Also, happy honeymoon." Then the owner left.
Happy... honeymoon?!
T.T...
"You go shower first. I’ll sit here and watch the sea for a while." His voice beside her easily dispelled the awkwardness. Gu Sheng immediately grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom to wash up. When she came out, she could only wear the sarong provided by the resort, tied around her neck like a half-length dress.
While she was drying her hair with a hairdryer, Mo Qingcheng also finished showering.She came out wearing her own athletic shorts.
She watched from the mirror as he walked toward her, bare-chested, his wet footprints trailing on the floor... Suddenly, she felt inexplicably nervous... Even though they had been in the same room last night, and she had fallen asleep on his bed, she hadn’t felt this kind of flustered, uncertain unease.
“All dried?” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Don’t want to go in the pool?”
In a setting where you’re about to have a SPA right after showering, there’s no such thing as a swimsuit... This is about to be a face-to-face, skin-to-skin situation, Top talent, let’s not do this, okay? T.T...
“No need...” She began to blush...
“That’s fine, I was worried it might not be hygienic anyway,” he chuckled.
His voice still carried that effortless, seductive charm... Whether it was because they were in a foreign land, or because the room was filled with countless petals and the scent of incense, or... perhaps he was deliberately lowering his voice.
She continued holding the hairdryer, casually drying her long hair.
The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the entire beach and sea outside.
Even though she knew full well that no one could see in from outside, she still felt a strange sensation.
Mo Qingcheng’s hand undid the knot tied around her neck.
She felt as if her entire body was about to catch fire. Before she could even turn off the hairdryer in her hand, her dress slid down from her chest, and her back pressed against his body—damp, as it turned out he hadn’t dried himself off after coming out.
His left hand cupped her chin, tilting her head up as he kissed her.
While his right hand naturally slid downward.
...
...
When the two female masseuses finally entered, Gu Sheng was already as red as a boiled shrimp, her arms and body flushed.
The masseuses, however, were used to it—honeymooning couples, after all... That’s what the boss had told them...
Since there was no time limit, everyone left at different times. When Top talent and Sheng Sheng came out, Mo Bai and Mu Mu, as well as Geng Xiaoxing and Dou Dou Dou Bing, had just finished around the same time. Everyone was waiting by the seaside for the car to pick them up.
So, against the backdrop of the blue sea and sky, with waves crashing, the four of them gave Mo Qingcheng and Gu Sheng suggestive smiles, then turned away with expressions that said, “We know exactly what’s going on,” before continuing to watch the sea, collect shells, and kick sand...
By evening, Dou Dou Dou Bing was truly driven to madness, because Mu Mu was a stunning, mouth-watering coser... but he couldn’t sing... really couldn’t sing...
For Dou Bing, once known as the legendary singer “Mo Mo Er,” to serve as Mu Mu’s backup singer, she genuinely felt like dying... And to make matters worse, our police officer was particularly committed to keeping his promise, holding the hastily copied lyrics and singing along to the accompaniment playing from his phone with utmost seriousness...
The most astonishing thing was that, that night, Geng Xiaoxing was even assigned to share a room with Gu Sheng.
So much so that even Mo Bai couldn’t help but sneak a question to Jue Mei while drinking at the open-air bar, asking if Gu Sheng and Mo Qingcheng had some kind of disagreement. Jue Mei looked at him incredulously. “How could that be?”
“Then why aren’t they staying together?”
Mo Bai fell into thoughtful silence...
Glancing back at Gu Sheng, who was leaning on Mo Qingcheng’s shoulder and whispering to him, it really didn’t seem like there was any problem...
“Sleepy?” Mo Qingcheng whispered to her.A seemingly simple sentence, yet it carried an extraordinary tenderness. His hand reached to stroke her arm, gently gliding over her skin. She curled up, hugging her knees as she sat beside him, her head resting against his shoulder.
After being so thoroughly worn out by him in the afternoon, and then receiving the very diligent and thorough massage from the girl, her entire body felt an indescribable soreness and laziness—somewhat tired, yet incredibly comfortable.
Top talent...
Qiang Qingci...
Mo Qingcheng...
Each name, when combined, was him.
Even though he was right beside her, his breath audible, there was still a strangely wonderful feeling. It made her constantly want to talk to him, even if aimlessly, or to keep seeking contact, even if just holding hands.
It was as if... closing her eyes would make her start missing his face.
Not hearing his voice would make her miss his sound...
She found it so strange and somewhat unsettling. If she really returned home, back to the rhythm of meeting once or twice a week as before, would she truly suffer from lovesickness? T.T...
Strange thoughts kept overlapping in her mind, and no matter what she thought of, they would slowly be replaced by the images of how close they had been in that little seaside cabin that afternoon. From the temptation of a voice, to falling in love with him, to being completely open and honest with each other.
Until the very end, he had very rationally stopped, but before that... there really hadn’t been much left between them.
Gu Sheng thought of his voice by her ear, almost seductive at times, sometimes low and gentle, other times husky and doting... She unconsciously shifted her body, rubbing her face against his shoulder, her heart starting to beat irregularly again. When he finally rang the bell for the masseuse, he had joked that he couldn’t guarantee he could hold back every time, so perhaps they shouldn’t stay in the same room...
Not being able to hold back...
Was it really that difficult...
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