Qi Ye lowered his head and kissed her tender red lips, tossed and turned, gentle and lingering, and after that, he whispered: "Go to sleep."

Ye Weilan exhaled, covered himself with a quilt and forced himself to spend this difficult night.

...

The cruise ship is running on the ship.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Qinghuan was woken up by a woman's crying sound. The voice was heart-wrenching, howling ghosts and wolves, and it was as sharp as if it had encountered something particularly terrible.

Xiao Qinghuan was sweating coldly. The tragic dead bodies on the boat during the day flashed in front of her eyes one by one. Her big eyes were filled with fear. Her hands covered with cold sweat held Xiao Yechen's wrist and shouted tremblingly: "Little brother..."

Xiao Yechen opened his eyes. He naturally heard such a big noise. He felt the horror of the little girl beside him. He slowly turned his head.

Xiao Qinghuan looked at him with wide eyes.

Xiao Yechen whispered: "Qinghuan, don't be afraid."

The temperature on Xiao Qinghuan's hands rose a little, and she was too tight to put it on her clothes. She had a dense layer of sweat on her body. She wanted to stay away from it and was afraid, so she pulled the quilt a little apart and stopped sleeping, just looking at Xiao Yechen.

Xiao Yechen let her go and looked at the ceiling.

He would save the little girl impulse, mostly because of Xiaoxue.

Ye Weilan always said that giving kindness may be rewarded to the person you care about at some point in the future.

His sister is a lively and active little fool. Disasters will come to her from time to time. Today he has accumulated a kind thought, hoping that if Xiaoxue is in danger in the future, someone will help her.

Of course, there is no need to explain these to Xiao Qinghuan.

The woman's screams outside the door were getting louder and louder, as if she was inescapable of pain, and accompanied by the man's laughter, which sounded like a nightmare.

Xiao Qinghuan covered her ears with both hands and shrank toward him again.

Xiao Yechen took out a pair of headphones from his pocket, turned on the music and stuffed it into her ears: "Go to sleep."

There was no song inside, it was all Ye Weilan's piano recordings, the beautiful and gentle melody was the smell that only mother could play. Xiao Yechen listened to it and fell asleep every night and then had a good dream.

Xiao Qinghuan listened to the piano music, tried hard to forget everything she heard just now, closed her eyes and immersed herself in the beautiful music, and soon fell asleep again.

Xiao Yechen also closed his eyes.

...

In a luxurious and spacious room next door, the man turned over and got up in a faint light, sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

On the messy big bed, a woman was lying on the bedding with weak breathing. She was very beautiful, with her black hair and semi-wet skin, with plump breasts and fat buttocks. She was a very sexy girl. She had experienced the destruction just now and looked particularly embarrassed.

"It's done!" the man ordered coldly, looking a little bored.

"Yes!" The person guarding the door walked in, picked up the woman who was almost tossed and half-dead on the bed under the quilt, and walked out.

The man smoked for a while and curled up the corners of his lips slightly: "How is that kid?"

Someone immediately replied, "At eight o'clock, he called his mother and then went to bed peacefully."

So calm?
Chapter completed!