Sometimes she thinks that between two people, there's no need for too many formalities, no need for any marriage titles, just spending a life together like this isn't it wonderful?
A gust of wind blew, once again lifting He Sizhe's hat into the air.
This time, he couldn't catch up.
After rolling a few times on the deck, the hat fell off the deck and plunged straight into the ocean.
He grabbed the railing and pouted unhappily.
He Yingdong picked him up directly, then pushed the wheelchair with one hand, taking Li Jiaqi into the cabin.
Near dusk, the weather became increasingly bad.
The wind howled, and the waves on the sea were big.
He Yingdong shut the door, holding Li Jiaqi in his arms, "Don't be afraid, there's no typhoon tonight..."
The yacht swayed and rocked unsteadily.
She felt as if she were sitting in a cradle.
After dinner, Li Jiaqi first coaxed He Sizhe to sleep.
