After lying down for an unknown length of time, Bi Xia finally got up when she felt the sea breeze get cooler.
She lazily stretched, and as she leisurely looked at the sea that had turned dark blue due to the evening, she glanced sideways at Qin Zhan, who was brushing the sand off her back. In a good mood, she playfully jumped on Qin Zhan's back, lowered her voice and imitated Bi Xiaoyuan's baby-like voice, "Brother, carry me..."
His body stiffened, and his phoenix eyes darkened. With a swift and forceful move, he tossed the playful girl up and then supported her slim legs with his big hand, his voice slightly hoarse, "Bi Xiaojiu, don't push it."
"Huh?" Bi Xia tilted her head innocently, "Brother, why do you say Little Nine... Ah, no, why do you say Jiu is pushing it? Jiu clearly isn't angry."
Qin Zhan: ...
