Xie Bian stood on the beach, his wrists washed away by the tidal waves. He walked deeper and deeper, until the water reached his knees, then turned around and asked Fan Wujiu, who was still standing there, "Can't you come?"

Fan Wujiu froze the scene of Xie Bian turning around in the photo, and then put down his phone and said, "Coming soon!"

Fan Wujiu drowned in the river before his life. As the saying goes, he got up from where he fell. After his death, he quickly learned how to swim in Wangchuan and succeeded in lighting up his swimming skills.

Fan Wujiu put his mobile phone and other valuables in his bag and left the bag on the beach.

The seaside was crowded with people, crowded together. Xie Bian didn't like crowds, so he swam to a place with no one, and Fan Wujiu quickly followed.

They were very fast and in no time swam to a no-man's land. Fan Wujiu stopped: "Xiao Bai, let's swim back, and further ahead is the deep sea."

Xie Bian swam to a reef: "Let me rest for a while."

Fan Wujiu swam over and found no Xie Bi'an after finding the reef: "Xiao Bai, where are you?"

No echo.

"Xiao Bai?" Fan Wujiu looked around, the sea behind him gradually rippled, and there was a sudden sound of water breaking.

His ears moved, he turned around suddenly, grabbed Xie Bi'an who came up from the bottom of the water, and said with a smile, "Are you hiding in the water to scare me?"

Xiaobai also has such a naughty side, which makes him more and more cute.

Xie Bian wanted to jump up from behind to scare Fan Wujiu by surprise, but he didn't want Fan Wujiu to be prepared, so he turned around in advance, and now he threw himself into Fan Wujiu's arms.

The water splashed, and Fan Wujiu hugged Xie Bian's waist, almost hugging him, skin-to-skin, closer than ever.

The drop of water slid down Xie Bian's delicate outline, he pursed his lips, and looked a little annoyed that he couldn't make a prank. It was rare for him to want to make a joke with Fan Wujiu, and he was tragically killed in Waterloo, which was really shameless.

After all, Fan Wujiu's active response two days ago gave him confidence again, and he had the confidence to play some pranks between lovers. The so-called favored has no fear, and this is also the truth.

Fan Wujiu was so amused that he wanted to laugh, his eyes moved down unconsciously, and he suddenly lost his mind.

Cough, Xiaobai's waist is so thin, he can hold most of it with one hand.

The figure is also good, the complexion is snow-white, and it is so tender that it seems to drip out of water. Two long and slender legs, very suitable for hooking on the waist...

Stop! Why did he start to develop towards the Eighteen Bans again... Could it be that he is not only a hypocrite, but also an old-fashioned critic?

Fan Wujiu admitted that he was not a pure little white rabbit. After living for a thousand years, he knew everything he should know. In addition to no actual combat experience, a basic old driver. But he can't, at least he shouldn't, have such thoughts on Xie Bian.

With so many shirtless men and bikini beauties on the beach, Fan Wujiu was indifferent. The only one in front of him was still wearing thin clothes, and his body was cold and abstinent, but he was wet with water and showed a slight outline, which made Fan Wujiu blush and a roller coaster raced in his mind.

The two voices started fighting again.

One said that you have this reverie about your brother, you have no morals.

One said that he had no illusions about his sweetheart, and there was a problem.

Fan Wujiu shook his head violently.

Fan Wujiu, Fan Wujiu, although your body is submerged in sea water, you can't have your head in the water too.

He looked away, didn't dare to look into Xie Bian's eyes, and said unnaturally, "Go ashore."

Chapter 17 Storm

When they came out of the sea, they performed a cleansing technique and dried their drenched bodies. Fan Wujiu bought two ice creams and shared one with Xie Bian. The two sat side by side on the beach looking at the sea, and during the period they also sent away a few waves of beauties who came up to chat with them and asked for their contact information.

Fan Wujiu ate it boldly, and he was able to get rid of it in three or two bites of an ice cream. Xie Bi'an is much more gentle, eating like an elegant cat, licking with the tip of his tongue, the ice cream is almost melting, and the top ice cream ball has not been licked. The melted water slid down the slender fingers holding the cone, and for a while he couldn't tell whether it was milk ice cream or Xie Bi'an's hand.

Seeing that the ice cream water was about to slide to his wrist, Fan Wujiu couldn't help but reminded: "The ice cream is dripping."

He turned his head and pulled out a tissue from his bag and handed it to Xie Bian: "Wipe it."

Xie Bian looked down and frowned, but didn't pick up the tissue. He switched the ice cream to another hand, and then licked his fair and beautiful fingers carefully, licking off the dripping milk-white ice cream.

Although the immortals are not stained with fine dust and have no bacteria on their hands, this kind of action is definitely not something that Xie Bi'an, who is obsessed with cleanliness, would do. It is hard not to say that he deliberately seduced him by acting in such an uncharacteristic manner.

Fan Wujiu looked dry and felt that he urgently needed another popsicle to reduce the fire. The tissue in his hand is not useless, but it is not used to wipe the ice cream in Xie Bi'an's hand, but to wipe off Fan Wujiu's nosebleed...

The weather must be too hot, the sun is too big, and the fire is too hot.

It's not that he is greedy for Xie Bi'an's body, he is lowly.

Xie Bian cleaned his fingers, handed a half of the ice cream he had eaten to Fan Wujiu, and stated, "I can't eat any more."

Fan Wujiu took the ice cream, looked around, looking for the trash can: "I'll throw it away."

Xie Bian shook his head: "Don't waste food."

There are eighteen levels of hell, of which the twelfth level is the mortar hell, which is dedicated to punishing those who waste food and waste grains during their lifetime. Since he is a ghost, he should lead by example, not knowing the law and breaking the law.

If you want to replace it with other ghosts, you may not take this kind of thing to heart. But Xie Bian was strict with himself. In the past, even if he couldn't eat it, he had to force himself to finish it. Now, since there is Fan Wujiu, the big stomach king, and the relationship is more intimate, then let him solve it rudely.

Fan Wujiu confessed his fate: "Okay, I'll eat."

He looked at the ice cream in his hand, a little embarrassed.

It's not that I dislike Xie Bian's saliva, but I have actually seen the ice cream ball being licked by Xie Bian. Fan Wujiu always felt that the place where he ate Xie Bian kissed was receiving a French kiss with Xie Bian.