Gu Xingchuan said confidently: “There are too many mosquitoes in my tent. I want to trade with you.”

　　Song Yi is also a human being, and she is also afraid of mosquito bites, so she said angrily: “Why should I trade with you?”

　　Don’t be such a bully.

　　Gu Xingchuan leaned forward and lay lazily next to Song Yi, casually tugging on the small quilt Song Yi brought with him with one hand.

　　Song Yi looked at Gu Xingchuan’s enlarged face and his body, feeling wary in her bones, and quickly sat up, “What are you doing!?”

After this roar, Song Yi realized that his body was cold. The night on the island was too hot and muggy, and the tent was airtight. Before going to bed, he took off only a pair of underwear.

　　Gu Xingchuan slowly turned his head and looked at him, his eyes moving up and down.

　　It was the first time I saw Song Yi dressed like this. She was skinny and fair, with a layer of moisture generated by the sultry heat all over her body, glowing a light pink, like a peeled peach.

　　He is not wearing glasses, and his usually calm and emotionless eyes are full of anger, which look particularly bright in the dark night, like stars. His neck is white and slender, and his collarbone has a clear and detailed outline.

Further down… It was the first time Gu Xingchuan saw such a fresh color in this place.

　　Just looking at it makes me want to bite it.

　　The waistline is tight due to exertion, clean and slender, and has just the right strength to make people want to pinch her waist and push her down.

　　Gu Xingchuan thought of those corseted girls in Europe in the 19th century. They should envy Song Yi for having such a beautiful waist without having to suffer.

　　Song Yi was furious and stared at Gu Xingchuan with an inward look, “Don’t think that I dare not fight with you!”

The clay figure also has three points of fire, and the rabbit will jump over the wall when he is anxious, not to mention that he is not a good person in the first place.

　　Gu Xingchuan squinted his eyes, pulled Song Yi’s crotch over and covered him with it. The air was filled with the light scent of Song Yi’s platycodon perfume, which smelled fresh and cool on this hot night, especially pleasant.

　　”I’m changing tents with you. Now go out and don’t disturb my rest.” Gu Xingchuan yawned lazily and closed his eyes.

　　Damn it! Is there any royal law? Is there any heavenly principle?

　　Is there anyone to take care of him?

Song Yi was so angry that she clenched her fists, fearing that she could not help but slap Gu Xingchuan a few times, “Gu Xingchuan, you are a scoundrel.”

　　Gu Xingchuan opened one eye to look at him, then closed it comfortably, adjusted his breathing evenly, and pretended to be asleep.

　　Song Yi’s eyes were like a knife blade scratching Gu Xingchuan’s face. After looking at him for a long time, Gu Xingchuan showed no reaction at all. He was as thick-skinned as the city wall.

　　Song Yi would not leave the tent with Gu Xingchuan. There is no such thing as a good thing in the world.

He gritted his teeth and lay down, pulling hard on the quilt, but Gu Xingchuan was as strong as an ox and couldn’t pull it away.

　　Song Yi took a deep breath, turned over, closed her eyes, curled up her body, and silently recited the Calming Mantra.

　　The tent was not big to begin with and was only for one person to rest. Now with two big men lying on it, it seemed crowded. Gu Xingchuan could touch Song Yi’s back with just a lift of his finger.

　　In the dark night, the sound of the waves rose and fell, lapping at the beach, and everything was silent.

After a while, Gu Xingchuan heard Song Yi’s long breathing, one beat after another, small, like raindrops hitting his heart at night.

　　”Asleep?” Gu Xingchuan asked softly.

　　Song Yi murmured, wondering what she was dreaming about.

　　Gu Xingchuan approached him and pulled a bunch of hair on the back of Song Yi’s head. Song Yi had no reaction.

　　”Slept to death?”

　　Gu Xingchuan took advantage of the situation and got close to Song Yi’s ear, looking at the handsome profile from top to bottom.

The eyelashes were dark and fluffy, as if they were made of velvet, and the soft touch of the lips was still remembered by Gu Xingchuan. How could a man have such soft lips?

　　Gu Xingchuan’s Adam’s apple rolled a few times, and he leaned towards Song Yi’s ear, speaking clearly in a deep voice: “Song Yi, don’t sleep, let’s play!”