You are the first one to get into Triangle, then who am I?

She blinked, and consciousness gradually returned. The crazy memories of last night came flooding back like a tide, making her wake up instantly.

She suddenly lowered her head and found that she and Sanjiao Chuxia were both naked, their skin touching, and there was still an ambiguous warmth lingering in the quilt.

"Good morning, Xiaochu..." Sanjiao Chuxia's voice was hoarse from just waking up, and he gave her a light kiss on the corner of her mouth.

Sanjiao Chuhua was about to respond with his lips when there was a sudden and urgent knock on the door.

"Chuhua? Are you awake? Breakfast is ready."

(It’s my mother’s voice!)

The two of them froze instantly.

The girl sat up hurriedly, and the quilt slipped down to her waist. In the morning light, a few light red marks on her collarbone were faintly visible.

"I know, Mom! I'll get up right away!" Her voice unconsciously rose eight octaves earlier.

Sanjiao Chuxia hurriedly grabbed her clothes scattered on the ground and lowered her voice: "Window, I'll go through the window."

"Wait, this is the second floor!"

"It's okay, there's a tree outside."

As he spoke, he had already put on his shirt neatly and stepped onto the windowsill with his bare feet.

The sound of the doorknob turning made both of them suffer cardiac arrest.

"Chuhua? Did you lock the door?" Chuhua's mother's puzzled voice came.

"I-I'm changing! I'll be right there!"

Sanjiao Chuhua stared at the door intently, and out of the corner of her eye she saw him climb out of the window, holding his shoes in one hand and making a "don't worry" gesture to her with the other.

With a light "whoosh" sound, Sanjiao Chuxia jumped steadily onto the tree outside and landed on the ground along the trunk.

She hurriedly hid the soiled clothes, put on the matching shirt, and almost tripped over her own slippers when she opened the door.

The mother glanced around the room suspiciously, her eyes lingering for a moment on the messy sheets.

"Chuhua, why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?" Mother reached out to touch her forehead.

"I'm fine." Sanjiao Chuhua took a half step back guiltily, "It's just... I had a dream. I'm going to wash up first, Mom."

She rushed into the bathroom as if escaping, locked the door, and put her hands on the sink. Her face in the mirror was flushed.

Turning on the shower, warm steam gradually filled the air. In a trance, she seemed to be back to last night——

Under the dim light of the bathroom, she was pressed against the tile wall by Sanjiao Chuxia, and warm water flowed down their intertwined bodies.

"Xiaochu...is it okay here?" His words were mixed with the sound of water, and his fingertips lingered on Chuhua's waist.

She was so eager yet ashamed that she couldn't speak. She could only nod, and then she raised her neck due to the other party's sudden action.

The sound of the shower drowned out her soft sobs. In the rising mist, she saw the overlapping figures of two people reflected in the mirror...

(I had agreed to take a shower and go to bed last night, but I couldn’t help myself and…)

After making sure that all the smell on his body was washed off, Sanjiao Chuhua turned off the shower and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

When drying my body, my fingertips accidentally touched the scattered red marks on my body, and my face turned red and my heart beat faster.

After changing into a dress she seldom wore, she double-checked in front of the mirror that the neckline could cover up those ambiguous traces before she mustered up the courage to push open the bathroom door.

"Mom, I decided to go back to Tokyo today." She pretended to be calm as she packed her luggage, secretly stuffing the dirty items from last night into the bottom of the suitcase.

My mother was clearing the table when she heard this and paused. "So sudden? Didn't you say you'd stay home for a week when you came back yesterday?"

"After all... I still have a job in Tokyo." Sanjiao Chuhua subconsciously avoided her mother's inquiring gaze. "I was just in a bad mood yesterday. I figured it out after a night of sleep."

This reason seemed to convince the other party, and he did not ask any further questions.

She quickly finished her breakfast, picked up her luggage and rushed out the door.

"Wait!" her mother suddenly called her.

Sanjiao Chuhua's heart skipped a beat, but she just handed him a box of homemade dried fish: "Take it over and eat it. It's a rare trip back home."

"thanks Mom!"

She took the box, gave her mother a relaxed smile, then turned and ran towards the dock.

Looking at her daughter's departing back, she couldn't help but smile.

(I don’t know what happened, but I hope Chuhua can be happy again...)

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There were few people at the pier in the morning mist. From a distance, Sanjiao Chuhua saw the familiar figure standing in front of the ticket office.

"Xia!" She trotted over, her breathing still a little rapid.

Sanjiao Chuxia turned around, her eyes lighting up. He took the suitcase naturally, his fingers inadvertently brushing against the back of her hand, bringing a subtle tingling sensation.

"Mom, don't you suspect anything?" he asked in a low voice.

"Probably not. I'm quite confident in my acting skills."

"That's good."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and when he opened his eyes he happened to meet her gaze.

In the morning mist, Sanjiao Chuhua saw a small leaf stuck to the boy's blond hair, probably from climbing a tree earlier. She reached out to help him remove it, but he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Xiaochu, you look really good in a skirt..."

This was the first time Sanjiao Chuxia had seen her in a dress other than her performance costume. The pure white fabric accentuated her delicate skin, and the faint glimpse of her collarbone at the neckline reminded him of the kiss mark he had left there last night.

"As long as Xia likes it." She pulled her hand back and removed the leaves from his hair. "Hurry up and buy the tickets first. Have you checked the flight?"

"Here, I've already bought the tickets."

He handed her the ticket and held her hand.

The two boarded the ferry, the salty sea breeze blowing in their faces. Sanjiao Chuhua leaned over the railing, gazing up at the island of his homeland gradually receding, a complex mix of emotions welling up in his heart.

Suddenly, a coat was gently draped over her shoulders.

"The temperature is low in the morning, don't catch a cold."

Having already changed into clean clothes taken out of the suitcase, Sanjiao Chuxia stood behind her, his arms around her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder.

Sanjiao Chuhua relaxed into his arms, feeling the warmth from his chest.

"Want to go somewhere less crowded?"

The early summer air of the Triangle brushed past her ears, carrying the fresh scent of mint toothpaste. She nodded and let him lead her to a corner at the stern where few people passed by.

Seagulls circled in the blue sky, and the roar of the engine provided the best cover.

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ps: The atmosphere of the previous chapter felt very good, so I simply didn’t add any ps or comments at the end (

P.S.2: There was a lucky draw in the previous chapter, remember to participate! The prize draw will be on May 1st!

Chapter 157: Xiaochu started first~

In the distance, where the sea and sky met, shimmering waves shimmered. The ferry's waterline left a long white streak across the azure surface. A salty, damp sea breeze swept across the deck, gently lifting Triangle Chuhua's hair.

She leaned in Sanjiao Hatsuxia's arms, her back pressed against his body, feeling the warmth of his skin under his shirt.

"Xia..." Sanjiao Chuhua suddenly turned sideways and looked up, with a hidden desire flashing in his violet eyes, "Kiss, let's do it again."

Sanjiao Chuxia was slightly startled, his eyes falling on her slightly parted lips.

His Adam's apple rolled gently, and he reached out to help her brush aside a few strands of hair that were messed up by the sea breeze, his fingertips lingering behind her ears.

"it's here?"

Sanjiao Chuhua didn't answer, but simply stood on tiptoe, using actions instead of words. Her lips, moist as morning dew, gently pressed against his.

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This reminded him of the feeling of the other person kissing him when he was pretending to be asleep.

At first, she was a little caught off guard, but soon, a smile flashed in his eyes. While he was dealing with her, his fingers slowly slid down her armpit.

"Wait, Xia...someone will see us..." Sanjiao Chuhua quickly protested in a low voice, and stopped his verbal attacks.

"No, no one can see it from this angle."

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She gasped, her body tensing unconsciously.

When the hand began to move upward from the front, she panicked and pressed it: "Don't, don't do it here..."

"Xiaochu started it first~"

"After all, we're on a boat... well..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sudden kiss.

The irresistible force caused Sanjiao Chuhua to stagger half a step to the side unconsciously, and his side lightly hit the railing of the ship. His body leaned outward due to inertia, and finally ended up lying on the railing.

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There was the cold railing of the ship in front of her, and a warm chest behind her. The feeling of ice and fire made her tremble all over.

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The sea breeze became hot, but it couldn't blow away the feelings that were gradually growing between the two.

"Xia...what if someone really comes..."

There was obvious worry in her voice, but her body honestly leaned closer.

"Relax..." Sanjiao Chuxia held her earlobe in his mouth, feeling her momentary trembling, "Leave everything to me..."

His hand began to move downwards, and Sanjiao Chuhua hurriedly tried to hold it down, but he took advantage of the situation and clasped his fingers. As their fingers intertwined, his other hand had already successfully reached its destination and gently caressed it.

She couldn't let go of the railing and could only let the other person continue.

"Look..." Sanjiao Chuxia guided her to look at the distant horizon, "except for the seagulls, no one can see us."

Sanjiao Chuhua gazed hazily into the distance, the azure sea and sky blurring into a single blur. Her consciousness began to drift, her senses focused on the touch of the person behind her.

Her slightly rapid breathing was shattered by the waves. Her fingers unconsciously tightened, leaving a few shallow marks on the railing. Her body seemed to be lifted by the waves, then fell heavily, finally leaning limply in the arms of the person behind her.

Sanjiao Chuxia withdrew his hand just in time, turned her around, and gently pulled her into his arms. Her face rested against his shoulder, her breathing still not fully calm, tiny tears hanging on her eyelashes.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a low voice, and used his clean hands to tuck Triangle Chuhua's hair, which was slightly wet with sweat, behind her ears.

She nodded, but was too embarrassed to look up at him, so she just bit his shoulder in retaliation.

"Let's go back to the cabin and rest for a while." Sanjiao Chuxia said softly, allowing her to vent her little dissatisfaction.

Holding hands, they crossed the deck and entered the quiet cabin corridor. The temperature inside the cabin was much warmer than outside, isolating the clamor of the sea breeze, leaving only the low hum of the engine.

Finding an empty corner seat, Triangle Chuhua sat down by the window. Sunlight streamed through the round portholes, casting a soft halo on her delicate profile.

Seeing that she looked a little sleepy, Sanjiao Chuxia sat down next to her, and his arm naturally wrapped around her shoulders, allowing her to lean on his arms as comfortably as possible.

"Are you still tired?"

"Not bad." She shook her head, but couldn't help yawning a little.

Last night's craziness and this morning's excitement had indeed left her somewhat exhausted. She simply huddled closer to him and closed her eyes.

"Get some sleep. I'll call you when we get there."

Sanjiao Chuhua responded vaguely, and soon her breathing became even. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Sanjiao Chuxia unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth.

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The ferry slowly sailed into Tokyo Bay, the whistle piercing the sky. Sanjiao Chuxia gently squeezed her palm and called softly, "Xiaochu, we're here."

Sanjiao Chuhua drowsily opened her eyes. Outside the porthole was the bustling Tokyo Harbor. Sunlight filtered through the glass, hitting her eyelashes and casting subtle shadows on her cheeks.

She rubbed her eyes and said in a soft voice, as if she had just woken up: "So soon..."

Sanjiao Chuxia smiled and tidied her messed up hair, her fingers gently brushing her cheek.

The two of them walked off the ferry with the crowd, the bustling atmosphere of Tokyo blowing in. He dragged his suitcase with one hand, while the other hand was always intertwined with Sanjiao Chuhua's fingers.