Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai slowly raised his hand, which seemed to carry the heavy weight of the long years. Every tiny movement seemed extremely slow, as if every inch of lifting required him to exhaust all his strength. The hand seemed to be ruthlessly put on a heavy yoke by the years, and it moved with difficulty and heaviness, as if it was waging a difficult struggle against the torrent of time.

His hand slowly stroked the slightly messy beard on his face, and the stubble slowly passed through his fingertips, as if each stubble carried a story of past vicissitudes. The messy beard, like the wanton painter of time, mercilessly painted the traces of time on his face. Those traces, like deep ravines, witnessed the ups and downs he had experienced, and also told the past events buried by time.

His eyes revealed an indescribable vicissitude, like a deep and quiet lake, seemingly calm, but beneath the calm surface, it contained endless waves and deep emotions. Those eyes seemed to be silently telling those unknown past events, making people want to explore the secrets in depth, as if it was a world full of mystery, waiting for someone to unveil its veil.

Suddenly, an indescribable feeling of oppression, like a haze, surged into his heart like a surging tide. It was like a heavy boulder pressing down on his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He felt his breathing become heavy, as if the whole world had become extremely oppressive at this moment.

He felt deeply that he had involuntarily entered the stage of aging in the torrent of time. After all, he was already in his forties, and the traces of time had already silently climbed up his face like a creeping vine. Those wrinkles, like the ravines of time, were deeply embedded in his face, witnessing the ups and downs he had experienced. Those wrinkles were the marks left by time and also the witnesses of his life journey.

Can't he be called an old man? Thinking of this, Wang Xunhai couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, which was mixed with endless helplessness and self-mockery. The laugh echoed in the empty room, which seemed particularly desolate. The laugh seemed to be a helpless sigh for his own fate, and also a silent protest against the passing of time.

He blinked his slightly cloudy eyes tiredly, his eyes full of memories and emotions of the past. He murmured to himself: "Alas, I am no longer young. Those beautiful days of youth are like flowing water, gone forever." Those words were full of helplessness about the passing of time and nostalgia for youth. His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of time, with an unspeakable sense of vicissitudes.

At this moment, Alice stopped combing her hair. Her slender fingers slowly slid through her silky hair, and the movement was like a slow motion in a movie, with a special kind of elegance and calmness. Every subtle movement seemed to draw a graceful arc in the air, and the arc was like a shooting star flashing in the night sky, short and dazzling.

She slowly stood up from the dressing table, her figure as graceful as a flower swaying gently in the breeze. Her body lines were graceful and smooth, and every move exuded charming charm. Every movement she made was full of artistic sense, as if she was not simply standing, but performing a silent dance.

She turned around and looked at the man who was immersed in self-pity, with a slightly dissatisfied look in her eyes. Her willow-like eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and her red lips slightly parted, saying: "If you keep complaining like this, you will be more like an old man who doesn't have many years left to live." There was a hint of anger in her tone, but under that anger, she revealed her true concern for Wang Xunhai. That concern, like a ray of sunshine in winter, warmed Wang Xunhai's heart. Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like a clear spring flowing through the mountains, giving people a feeling of relaxation and joy.

Without saying anything, Wang Xunhai opened his strong arms, which seemed to contain endless power, like a brave and fearless lion. His muscles were tense, showing a strong sense of power, and the muscle lines were clear, as if they were a work of art carefully carved by a sculptor, full of power and beauty.

He suddenly picked up the lovely girl in front of him, his movements were swift and decisive. His movements were full of confidence and determination, as if nothing in the world could stop his determination. His eyes were shining with a determined light, which seemed to be able to illuminate the entire dark world.

He deliberately raised his voice, which was full of vitality and unruliness, as if it could penetrate all obstacles. He said, "Who do you say is not an old man?" His voice echoed in the room, full of dominance and confidence. His voice was as loud as a bell, deafening, and made people feel the powerful force in his heart.

Alice was amused by his sudden action and laughed. Her laughter was as clear and melodious as a silver bell, echoing happily in the whole room like a beautiful melody. She said while laughing, "You make me so itchy, put me down quickly." Her laughter was full of joy and happiness, and people could feel her inner joy. Her laughter was like a flower blooming in spring, full of vitality and energy.

Her face was flushed with a peach-like blush, and her eyes were full of joy and sweetness. That blush was like the sunset glow in the sky, beautiful and charming. Her eyes were shining with the light of happiness, and that light was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating her whole world.

Wang Xunhai seemed not to hear him, and he laughed loudly and threw Alice onto the soft bed. The bed was as soft as a cloud, and Alice's body sank into it, as if she was surrounded by a gentle embrace. Her body bounced a few times on the soft bed, looking particularly cute. The softness of the bed was like the clouds in heaven, and once you lie on it, you don't want to get up again.

Wang Xunhai was about to pounce on her, his eyes flashing with a fiery light, full of desire and passion. His eyes were full of desire, as if he wanted to completely integrate Alice into his body. His breathing became rapid, and his heartbeat was constantly accelerating, as if the whole world was left with only the two of them.

At this critical moment, a rapid knock on the door came at an inopportune time. The knock on the door was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wang Xunhai's heart hard, instantly breaking the originally ambiguous atmosphere. The knock on the door was rapid and powerful, making people feel irritated. The sound echoed in the room, like a sudden storm, breaking the original tranquility.

His face suddenly became extremely gloomy, as if the clear sky was suddenly covered by a thick dark cloud, and the sunlight was completely blocked. His expression became very ugly, as if he was forcibly pulled out of a beautiful dream. His eyes were full of anger and helplessness, and the anger was like a blazing flame that could burst out at any time.

He frowned speechlessly, a deep "川" character formed between his eyebrows, the wrinkles seemed to be the marks of time, and he muttered: "I guess who ruined my good thing at this critical moment." His tone was full of anger and helplessness, and his voice revealed his inner irritability and dissatisfaction. His voice was low and suppressed, as if it was a roar from the bottom of his heart.

Alice turned over in her bed in boredom, her hair like a waterfall scattered wantonly on the bed, forming a beautiful picture. Her hair was as soft as silk, shining with a charming luster. The luster was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, warm and soft.

She said with some certainty, "It must be that big guy. He is the only one who has no manners." Her eyes revealed a hint of annoyance, as if she was very dissatisfied with the arrival of this uninvited guest. That look seemed to be able to keep the other person away from her. That annoyed look made people feel her inner displeasure. There was a hint of dissatisfaction and complaint in her voice, as if the arrival of this uninvited guest had ruined her originally good mood.