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In the afternoon, because the sun was just right, An Xiaojing and the others went surfing on the sea together and took a sea motorcycle.

An Xiaojing was wearing a beach suit and sitting on the motorcycle, while Yan Wujing sat behind him and hugged his waist.

Yan Wujing buried his head on An Xiaojing's neck, making An Xiaojing's whole body numb.

"Wujing, we are at sea, don't make trouble."

"What are you afraid of? It's because we're at sea that no one sees what we're doing."

The motorcycle was galloping fast, and the sea water was continuously splashed on An Xiaojing and Yan Wujing's bodies.

The turquoise blue sea was shimmering under the sunlight, and when the motorcycle drove past, it was as if a star river had been split into two halves.

An Xiaojing and Yan Wujing played a little crazy, and they drove the motorcycle a long way before they were willing to come back.

It was already evening when they returned to the shore, and the orange-red sunset was hanging in the sky at this time, and the red sun seemed to be submerged in the sea little by little.

An Xiaojing and Yan Wujing held hands and walked barefoot on the soft sand. Wherever they walked, they left footprints that were neither deep nor shallow.

The salty sea breeze blew across An Xiaojing's cheeks, raising the hair on his forehead.

"No King, the best, happiest vacation I've ever had."

"Me too, I've never felt like the holidays have been so good."

Yan Wujing put his arms around An Xiaojing's waist and let An Xiaojing lean on him. He kissed An Xiaojing's forehead and said, "Honey, I want to kiss you."

"Huh? Now?"

"Correct."

Yan Wujing took out his mobile phone, held the mobile phone in one hand and pointed the camera at him and An Xiaojing, grabbed the back of An Xiaojing's neck with the other hand, and the moment he kissed An Xiaojing, he also pressed the camera button on the mobile phone.

In just a few seconds, a beautiful freeze-frame photo was stored in his mobile phone.

Afterwards, Yan Wujing also posted a photo on An Xiaojing's Weibo, with the text: My boyfriend and I are on vacation.

At first, An Xiaojing thought that Yan Wujing posted it on his own Weibo, but after a closer look, he found that it was his own Weibo, and he was stunned.

"How did you know my account password?"

"You said it, I remember it."

An Xiaojing frowned and looked at Yan Wujing suspiciously, "Did I say that?"

Yan Wujing nodded sincerely, without the blush of lying at all.

"You did tell me, maybe you forgot."

"Really?" An Xiaojing thought for a while, but he still couldn't remember when he told Yan Wujing, but this is not important now, what is important is why Yan Wujing used his Weibo to post?

"Don't you have Weibo? Why use my post?"

Yan Wujing evoked a wicked smile, and said in his ear, "Because I want your fans to see how happy you are."

……

After An Xiaojing and Yan Wujing had dinner, they came to the deck of the yacht. The yacht was driven far away from the shore. To the naked eye, the light was as small as a small pearl.

"Wujing, aren't you afraid of the dark? Why did you drive the yacht so far away, the surroundings are pitch black?"

Yan Wujing sat on the deck with An Xiaojing in his arms, panting heavily, trying to sniff the familiar scent in An Xiaojing's ear.

"I've heard that being at sea is a very romantic thing."

"Where did you hear about it?"

"Wife..."

An Xiaojing looked around, and he said timidly, "It's not very good, what if someone around sees it?"

"No, it's just us here."

Saying that, Yan Wujing stretched out his hand...

Yan Wujing's breathing became heavier and heavier, his lips...

"Yan..."

An Xiaojing's voice would be numb and crisp, which made Yan Wujing's whole body warm when he heard it.

"Uncle Ann."