The man gently held her little hand, his brows and eyes carrying a faint smile: "Let's go out for a walk together."
His voice was slow and soft, with a touch of an enticing arc.
Song Yi felt that someday she would be drunk on his voice, no matter what he said, it always sounded so good.
Song Yi tightened his big hand, feeling an unprecedented sense of stability, and for the first time, feeling at ease being with him.
Anyway, they were already in the middle of the sea, no need to worry that he would be called away by a phone call.
She looked at Tang Si's shoulder, her whole body lazily leaning against him, as if she had no bones.
She opened her mouth and asked slowly: "How did your throat grow?"
They were walking down the yacht's corridor, the sea breeze blowing, Tang Si walked on the outside to shield her from some of the wind.
Tang Si heard Song Yi's voice and chuckled indistinctly: "What?"
"Your voice sounds so good." Song Yi murmured: "I love you to death."
