The sky is high and clouds are thin, the ghost ship cruises on the ocean, rising and falling with the sea waves!
Tao Ran, stripped of her clothes by Tang Zheng, huddled on the bed, gripping the blanket covering her tightly, like a quail, afraid to show her head.
Black Long Straight shivered continuously, out of embarrassment and anxiety.
Tang Zheng tugged at the blanket but couldn't pull it away, seeing Tao Ran like this, he suddenly wanted to give up, turned around, and left.
"Don't go, I beg you." Hearing the footsteps, Black Long Straight almost burst into tears, pleading in a voice as soft as a mosquito's. If Tang Zheng left now, she would have no face to see anyone again.
"Tao Ran, you should rest!" Tang Zheng's old habit of indecisiveness struck again, hesitating like a man who couldn't make up his mind.
