Kong Mingyu nodded, Junxiu's brows with a hint of concern.

"You belong to a specific phobia. In fact, you can try desensitization therapy, and there may be a chance to cure it. I have a senior brother who is-"

Shen Mang suddenly coughed twice. He stretched out his arms and casually placed them on the back of Cosine's seat, as if hugging his shoulders.

"Mr. Yu, look there is a small island over there, with many seagulls circling on it, isn't it beautiful?"

Cosine's attention was immediately attracted by the group of white seagulls. He followed the young man's gaze, and there was surprise and admiration in his eyes.

"It's really beautiful."

Kong Mingyu swallowed the rest of his words, he smiled inexplicably, and lowered his long eyelashes.

When they reached the fishing area, the fishermen began to collect their nets. Due to the shortage of manpower, Cosine and Kong Mingyu also stepped forward to help. Shen Mang was about to help pull the net, but was stopped by the two of them.

"Sit down so you don't cut your hand again," Cosine said.

"Yes, Mr. Shen, you should be careful not to get hurt again."

Kong Mingyu's last sentence was somewhat meaningful.

Shen Mang had to go back to his seat and sit down. He looked at Cosine standing on the bumpy deck, his face was covered in hot sweat, the dazzling sunlight shone on his handsome features, his eyes were clear and firm, shining brightly. Shenghui.

"Come up! Come up!"

The two worked together with the fishermen to scoop up a large basket of sea goods, and let them go on the spot.

Their fishing trip to the sea went smoothly, and they harvested a lot.

When returning to the voyage, Cosine seemed to have finally exhausted his breath, and staggered and sat down in the cabin.

"Are your hands okay? Show me." Shen Mang handed him a pack of wet tissues.

Cosine wiped the sweat from his black hair, took the wet towel and wiped his forehead. He leaned back on the back of the chair, lowered his hands, and gently calmed his turbulent breathing.

The soaked grey T-shirt was clinging to his chest, feeling uncomfortable and sticky.

"It's just a little red, nothing."

"Mr. Shen, don't worry, we all wore gloves just now."

Kong Mingyu sat opposite Cosine, and his eyes were somewhat uncontrollably attracted to the other party.

Cosine seemed to be really tired, his two straight legs were randomly spread apart, his upper body leaned back, revealing his slender neck, and the soaked clothes were tightly attached to his body, rising and falling with his breathing.

The sea breeze blew, and the honey-colored narrow waist was looming.

Kong Mingyu's mouth was dry for a while, and he lowered his eyes uncomfortably, but he saw Cosine's legs stretched out. The calf line under the cropped trousers was exceptionally smooth, and the ankle bone protruded, and he could hold it with one hand.

Kong Mingyu forcefully closed his eyes, his hands clenched tightly, suppressing the thoughts in his heart.

Back on the island, after getting off the boat, Cosine was dead, his face was pale, and there was a strong convulsion in his stomach.

After returning to the villa, he rushed into the bathroom and vomited faintly.

Lan Qi and Shang Zhou came back later than them. The expressions of the two of them didn't look very good, especially Lan Qi, whose small face was pale.

"No, no, I want to vomit too."

After seeing Cosine come out of the bathroom, Lan Qi also rushed in.

Shang Zhou, who entered the door, carried two large buckets of seafood in his hand. He wore a straw hat and short-sleeved shorts. His fair cheeks were reddened by the sun, and he was exhausted. He didn't even look like a movie star.

He put the bucket in his hand on the ground, picked up the mineral water on the coffee table, and took a big gulp.

"Teacher Shang, you can't drink water in such a hurry, you will choke."

As soon as Kong Mingyu finished speaking, Shang Zhou choked on the water, coughed violently, and his face instantly flushed red.

He also got off the fishing boat, but Shen Mang's expression did not change, and his complexion was still white and glowing. He threw a slice of lemon into the boiled water on the table and handed it to Shang Zhou.

"Teacher Shang, drink this, it will quench your thirst, and it will not be easy to choke."

Shang Zhou, who was trying his best to maintain his image in front of Shen Mang:...

Knowing that Shen Mang was also sitting in the living room, he changed his clothes and came in.

After Cosine vomited once, his stomach felt much more relaxed. He washed his face and glanced inside uneasy.

"Lan Qi, are you alright?"

Lan Qi was picking his throat in front of the toilet. He picked it for a long time, but the urge to vomit was suppressed again. Instead, his stomach growled twice.

After he finished flushing the toilet, he walked over to Cosine with a pale face.

"Mr. Yu, I seem to be hungry."

It turned out that he felt top-heavy when he just got off the boat, not because of seasickness, but because of low blood sugar.

Cosine laughed for a while.

"Mingyu and the others seem to be steaming seafood. Baby abalone and scallops are handled very quickly, and they should be ready to eat in a while."

Lan Qi nodded, and saliva began to secrete in his mouth unconsciously.

"Teacher Yu, are you feeling better?"

"It's okay, I'll go back to sleep first. If you're really hungry, go look in the refrigerator to see if there's anything to eat."

Cosine went back to the room to take a shower and put on soft pajamas. He wasn't hungry at all, because some nausea still lingered in his stomach.

Without drying her hair, Cosine went to bed. The moment the back of his head touched the pillow, he felt as if he was back on that bumpy fishing boat.

The whole world swayed in front of his eyes, the white waves splashed in, and the hot noon sun scorched everything. He was groggy, like a fish that was exposed to the sun on the deck...

"Mr. Yu?"

After sleeping for an unknown time, he vaguely heard a knock on the door, accompanied by a concerned voice.

Cosine opened his eyes in a daze, only to feel his head sinking badly.

"Who?"

"It's me, Shen Mang."

Hearing the familiar cold voice, Cosine opened his eyes. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, opened the curtains a bit, and walked to the door wearing slippers.