please feel my love

Fu Sirong was very efficient. On the day when the peach blossoms in the city center withered at the end of April, he took Yan Shanlan to England.

As May is approaching, the temperature in the UK is not high, the sky is gray, and there is moisture in the air. It seems that it will rain at any time.

Yan Shanlan didn't like this kind of climate, so they only stayed in London for one night, and then rushed to Southampton in the south the next day.

The weather in Southampton was better than that in London. The gloomy sky suddenly cleared up. The cruise ship docked at the pier. The salty and humid sea breeze blew the mast flag, and the seagulls squatted on the side of the ship and argued loudly.

It is a suitable weather for departure.

The open pier has no shelter, the sea breeze is blowing, and the gangway on the pier and the deck is shaking slightly.

Fu Sirong took Yan Shanlan's hand and helped him board the boat together.

Their room was in the balcony room on the top floor, and the luggage had already been sent there in advance, so Fu Sirong found the room according to the house number.

Opening the door, a double bed sprinkled with rose petals came into view.

Fu Sirong tightened his grip on the doorknob. Seeing that he was not moving, Yan Shanlan slipped in through the gap on the side and saw the very romantically arranged bed.

"It was decided by Ke Ye." Fu Sirong said helplessly, stroking his forehead.

He and Yan Shanlan slept in separate rooms at home, and they almost never shared the same bed. They hesitated for a long time when booking a room. Finally, Ke Ye couldn't stand it anymore and helped him choose a big bed room.

"It's normal to have some in-depth exchanges on a honeymoon trip, Madam won't be angry." Ke Ye said.

Fu Sirong didn't know what kind of evil he had fallen into at that time, so he not only believed it, but also left the rest of the work to him. As a result, he received such a "surprise" as soon as he entered the door.

"It's okay, I'll ask someone to clean it up later." Yan Shanlan skipped over the double bed with a calm expression, sat on the sofa and flipped through the travel brochure.

Fu Sirong didn't recover for a moment, the door was wide open behind him, and the sound of running and laughing in the corridor could be heard clearly.

Yan Shanlan raised his head and looked at him strangely, "Close the door."

"Oh." Fu Sirong closed the door, sat down next to Yan Shanlan, leaned on him and read the travel brochure together.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, accompanied by a loud siren, the cruise ship left the port.

Yan Shanlan leaned on the railing of the balcony, facing the sea breeze and looking at the shimmering sea in the distance. The seagulls stretched their wings and followed the sides of the boat by the airflow.

He stretched out his arms, and the sun fell on his palms, which were cooled by the sea breeze.

Fu Sirong chose the route from the UK to France. In the first two days, the cruise will cross the North Sea, stop in Northern Europe and the Netherlands for a few days, and finally stop at the port of Le Havre in France.

The time was neither too long nor too short, just enough to catch up with his original itinerary.

"I asked. I will stop in Denmark for a day in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow. You can go down for a walk." Fu Sirong came out of the room and handed the shawl to Yan Shanlan.

"It's windy, be careful of catching a cold."

Yan Shanlan took the shawl and put it on his shoulders. The tassels at the hem of the shawl and the long black hair were entangled in the wind, and the seagulls flying beside him made high-pitched and shrill calls.

He doesn't like to tie his hair, as the hair tie will make the hair frizzy, which is not good for the camera, but his long hair is always blown by the wind and needs to be combed frequently.

Fu Sirong pushed back his disheveled hair, called up the camera function of his phone, sat on a chair on the balcony, and took a few photos of Yan Shanlan.

Halfway through the filming, the waiter of the cruise ship came to deliver the meal, and Fu Sirong asked him to put the dinner on the table in the room.

Seeing this, Yan Shanlan took away the pre-dinner bread.

He broke the bread into small pieces and threw them at the seagulls that were chasing the boat.

The seagull that flew closest grabbed the bread, and the seagull that flew over from the bow squatted on the railing, tested its sharp beak a few times, and snatched the remaining half of the bread from Yan Shanlan's hand.

Its behavior provoked the siege of its kind. Seeing that it could not grab Yan Shanlan's food, the impatient seagull directly landed on the round table, picked up the remaining bread on the plate and flew out.

The bread was thick, and there was a strong gust of wind as the seagull took off. It staggered a bit in the wind, knocking down the coffee mug on the table with its wings.

Dark brown liquid splashed on Yan Shanlan's thigh, the coffee was already cold, but the cold temperature startled him.

Hearing the noise, Fu Sirong poked his head out of the room, went back to the bathroom to get a towel, and helped Yan Shanlan wipe the coffee on his lap.

The coffee made a large stain on the light-colored trousers, which could only be dried barely, and Fu Sirong gave up after wiping for a while.

Seagulls not far away are vying for bread, completely unaware that they have gotten into trouble.

Fu Sirong and Yan Shanlan looked at each other with a smile, and said, "I'll clean it up, you go take a shower."

In spring, the temperature in the Atlantic Ocean and the North Sea is not high, hovering around ten degrees, and the sea breeze after sunset is without the sun's rays, and it is bone-chillingly cold on the body.

The glass door of the balcony room was closed, and the noisy seagulls scattered away. When Fu Sirong came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Yan Shanlan was half lying on the bed reading a book, and there was an off-white card on the bedside table.

He was lying casually, in a completely relaxed position, with the hem of his nightgown rolled up and piled on his lap.

Fu Sirong looked at the looming spring, and the fire in his heart burned again.

He walked up to Yan Shanlan and said in a low voice, "Yan Shanlan."

Yan Shanlan felt the warm person approaching beside him, and then cast a shadow in front of his eyes.

He raised his head, Fu Sirong stood in front of him with a sullen face, raised his legs and moved inside, making room for Fu Sirong.

Fu Sirong sat down beside Yan Shanlan, put the back of his hand against his soft cheek, and said in a low voice, "We are on our honeymoon."

This is a hint, but also a consultation.

Yan Shanlan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

They really haven't done it in a long time.

Yan Shanlan picked up the photo on the bedside table, instead of avoiding Fu Sirong, he put the photo face up in the book as a bookmark, and then closed the book with a snap.

Fu Sirong got very close, unlike the sneak peek in the office last time, this time he completely saw the black and white figure in the photo.

There was a flash of displeasure in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, and waited quietly.

Yan Shanlan sat up, put the book on the bedside table, and rubbed Fu Sirong's arm intentionally or unintentionally.

Feeling the warm and delicate touch of the skin, Fu Sirong tightened his throat, and looked at Yan Shanlan more aggressively.

Yan Shanlan raised his head, his eyes rolled around, full of lazy style.

He hooked the hand holding the book lightly, and the corners were raised a little, and then fell heavily, making a muffled sound.

Then the beautiful and restless hand was caught.

Fu Sirong put his arms around Yan Shanlan's waist, and hugged him towards him.

"How do your sister and mother call you?" Fu Sirong asked, gently rubbing the tip of his nose against Yan Shanlan's side face.

Warm breath swept across his cheeks, Yan Shanlan snorted, and under Fu Sirong's gradually darkening gaze, he said, "Lanlan."

"Then can I call you that?" Fu Sirong leaned over Yan Shanlan, "Lanlan."

Different from the "Lan" in other people's mouth, when Fu Sirong called "Lan Lan", his tone was slightly curly, with a pampering and gentleness that he didn't realize.

Yan Shanlan put her arms around his neck, leaned forward and kissed him.

The nightgown piled on his lap was pulled up to his chest, then quickly taken off again and thrown on the ground.

Outside the window is the vast sea, and the sound of the waves beating covers the entangled breathing.

The boat bumped slightly, and Yan Shanlan sat on Fu Sirong, holding his shoulders to feel the turbulent waves.