I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 482 Moon Appreciation
Under the starry sky, Xia Qingdai rested her head on her folded hands, gazing at the deep night sky.

The evening breeze blew on her face and the starlight fell on her body. Without the hustle and bustle of the world, even time seemed to become softer.

Not far from Xia Qingdai was sitting Owen.

He was deeply bound by gentlemanly rules and etiquette, so he naturally couldn't do what Xia Qingdai did, using the sky as a roof and the ground as a house. Sitting on the deck at the stern was already a very indulgent action for a gentleman who was elegant and upright.

The atmosphere on such a starry night was very harmonious and the two were silent for a while.

After a long time, Xia Qingdai exerted force on her waist and abdomen, stood up and sat up. Her hands were numb from being pressed by herself, and she couldn't help but let out a soft "hiss".

"Are you okay?" Owen, who had sharp ears, immediately asked with concern, his face full of worry.

"Hiss, it's okay, my hands are just numb." Xia Qingdai said while shaking her hands.

"How can I help you?" Owen looked at Xia Qingdai's grinning face under the starlight and suddenly felt a little at a loss.

"Hey, it's just a small thing! My hands are just numb!" Xia Qingdai waved her hands and smiled at Owen.

Using your hands as a pillow when sleeping for a long time will lead to poor local blood circulation, which will naturally cause numbness in your arms. It is indeed a small matter and you can just endure it for a while.

Of course, Owen had experienced this before, and it was not that he didn't understand it. It was just that he rarely saw the goddess reveal her mask of pain, and he was confused by her concern.

He suddenly stood up and said, "I'll get you a chair."

"Ha, no, no!" Xia Qingdai grabbed Owen's wrist and said with a smile, "Stay still, I'll show you a trick."

Although the goddess' hand touched his wrist and let go immediately, Owen still blushed quietly in the night.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Qingdai disappeared right under his nose and returned to the modern era.

During this period, Xia Qingdai has made a lot of preparations for the long voyage, and her mood is just like when she was a child facing the upcoming spring outing.

Although Xia Qingdai did not intend to consume the power of faith to reveal her true self, even if she wanted to go invisible to play with Owen, she had to prepare more things to be prepared.

Recommended by big data, she has stockpiled a lot of small items from miniature doll houses, from simulated furniture to art pieces, all stored in the storage cabinet in her cloakroom.

At this time, she moved out a storage cabinet with ease and placed it on the floor beside the bed, then picked out two mini simulated beach chairs and placed them on the deck of the boat.

Owen looked at the chair that suddenly appeared in front of him with a calm expression. He had long been accustomed to the gods dropping from the sky. The goddess always seemed to carry a treasure chest with her, and could conjure up many things at any time and in any place.

Within a second, two cushions, two pillows, two silk towels, a bronze street lamp and a coffee table flew down from the sky.

With these things, the originally ordinary deck was instantly transformed into a leisure terrace.

Xia Qingdai lay on the glass tank and looked at it with satisfaction for a while, then clapped her hands and went back on the boat.

She placed the cushions on the beach chair and gently touched the touch-sensitive lamp post. The orange light shone through the frosted glass, adding a touch of warmth to the atmosphere.

Xia Qingdai lay comfortably on the prepared beach chair, and covered her stomach with a piece of silk cloth as a blanket - Chinese people watch the night view in the open air, they don't need to cover themselves with anything, but they must protect their stomachs.

"Owen, come lie down with us and continue looking at the stars." Xia Qingdai patted the beach chair next to her and called Owen over.

Owen did not lie down immediately, but looked at the empty tea table and said, "I'll go get some tea." Xia Qingdai suddenly seemed to think of something and clapped her hands and said, "Just go get some hot water. I have tea leaves."

"Okay." Owen bowed slightly. When he stood up, Xia Qingdai had returned to the modern era.

She quickly opened the door, went to the refrigerator's fresh-keeping cabinet and took out a cup of Jin Jun Mei premium black tea, then pulled out a small piece of steamer paper, placed the black tea on it, and returned to the room holding it in her palm.

When she lay in front of the glass tank again, Owen came over with hot water in one hand and a teapot and teacup in the other.

Xia Qingdai gently placed the tea leaves on the small tea table, and the originally small piece of steamer paper suddenly occupied most of the tea table. The black tea leaves on it were naturally also terrifyingly large.

"Is this tea?" Owen asked puzzledly.

"This is black tea from China. Let's try it." If only one leaf was needed to make a whole pot, Xia Qingdai would not have been willing to buy such expensive tea.

But now, she is willing to buy a little bit of any good stuff and stockpile it. After all, it is definitely worth the money to enjoy it in Lilliput.

Under the illumination of the orange night light, Owen began to make tea smoothly. His every move was effortless and natural, which was extremely pleasing to the eye.

Xia Qingdai sat cross-legged on the beach chair, holding her chin as she looked at him, and unconsciously she smiled like an auntie.

Her feelings towards Owen are very complicated. She has the doting feeling of raising a cute little pet, the satisfaction of feeding a paper man, and also... an indescribable emotion.

After brewing a pot of tea, Owen poured some into Xia Qingdai's cup. When the tea cooled down a little, he said in a low voice, "Please."

"Thank you." Xia Qingdai gently picked up the teacup with her fingers, took a sip, and her eyebrows and eyes curved into crescents with a smile.

She didn't think that this top-grade Jin Jun Mei black tea was delicious, she just felt happy sitting on the deck of an old sailboat with Owen and drinking tea under the stars and the moon.

A handsome blond guy, a tipsy breeze; a faint scent of tea, a hazy night.

Who understands this kind of life?

Everything is as beautiful as a fairy tale.

After drinking a cup of tea, Xia Qingdai stretched comfortably, leaned back and fell on the beach chair, patted the beach chair next to her, and said in a lazy tone: "Owen, you lie down too!"

"Okay." Owen smiled softly, and this time he finally followed her example and lay down. He was a little restrained at first, but soon relaxed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a charming arc.

The stars in the sky twinkled, the waves lapped gently, and the boat that had long been stationary swayed gently.

Listening to the sound of the waves and feeling the gentle rocking, the two felt like they were back in their childhood cradle.

Xia Qingdai couldn't help but hum a lullaby, and time seemed to slow down.

Owen didn't say a word, but just stared at the distant starry sky, his eyes flickering, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Maybe on a night like this you should not think about anything, just relax and listen to the sound of the waves.

"Owen, do you have any idea of ​​the East?"

"A little. I've read The Travels of Marco Polo, Hackluyt, and Purchas."