My CP must be sweet!

24 hours a day, except for sleeping and eating, everyone is basically on the road, but no one will complain, and many times they will even have fun while suffering, with a positive and optimistic attitude.Especially a few girls, knowing that boys are tired from driving, they often tell jokes or self-destruct their images to make them laugh.This journey has become less boring because of them.

On the fifth day, the group arrived at Etosha National Park and planned to spend the night in the camping area here.

As soon as the car drove into the gate of the park, the vast and boundless grassland came into view. On the huge grassland, wild animals lying on the ground for a nap or strolling leisurely can be seen everywhere.

Etosha Park is very large, so tourists are allowed to drive by themselves.Only four of the eight people have international driver's licenses. Except for Yu Ran, the three men and the only girl, Xia Tian, ​​are assigned to be two people in one car, taking turns to drive.Basically, at the end of a day, one person has to drive for four or five hours, and the degree of fatigue can be imagined.

Miyazawa has been driving for nearly five hours, not long after he got off the driver's seat, both physically and mentally exhausted, everyone asked him to sleep for a while, but the driver was Wenger, so I get nervous subconsciously, and I can't sleep deeply. I often open my eyes after squinting for 5 minutes, and I don't feel relieved to look at Wenger.

When the car arrived in Etosha, he also woke up immediately.

The animals around were not frightened at all when they saw a car passing by, and they still walked leisurely.

It was the first time for the girls to be so close to wild animals. Their strong curiosity overcame their fear, and they took out their cameras one after another.

The car drove for about half an hour in Etosha Park and finally arrived at the Okaukueyo camp. After paying the money at the front desk, we went directly to the campsite.

After a simple dinner, the sun just set in the west, and the afterglow was dim and reddish.

There is a water pond not far from the camp, which is the source of life for the animals living here, and the animals come here to drink water every evening.

When they arrived, there was already a row of tourists standing by the fence, each of them carrying professional equipment, obviously coming prepared.

At this time, there were no animals coming to drink from the water pool, so they sat down on a bench and waited quietly.

The setting sun slowly sinks west at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the grassland seems to be covered with a layer of soft glow, quiet and silent.Everyone was also infected by the scenery, and consciously kept silent, did not speak, and just watched quietly.

After a while, Shuiqi finally had the first guest.Mother giraffe brings baby giraffe to drink water.The mother giraffe's legs are too long, and she can't drink water even when she bends her neck, so she can only stand with her limbs spread apart. Because the legs are too apart, it looks like she is doing splits.Seeing this, the baby giraffe imitated its mother and stood with its legs crossed, but he obviously forgot that his legs were not as long as his mother's. Therefore, the moment he bent his neck, his head was buried in the water, and he forgot to look up in horror. The limbs stomped on the spot indiscriminately, and then the mother giraffe arched her son's head up with her neck.

Later, rhinos, zebras, and antelopes also came one after another, and the water pool began to be lively.

The night gradually deepened, the sunset disappeared at some point, the moon climbed into the sky, and the animals were ready to leave after they had had their fill.

Miyazawa and Wenger have been sitting on the chairs, quietly watching the animals coming and going, and they were fascinated by them without knowing it. When they came back to their senses, there was no one else beside them except the photographer following them. traces of people.

"Where are the others?" Miyazawa stood up, the night was very dark, and the few street lights were completely useless, so he simply turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone.

"They all went back?" Wenger looked around in the direction of Miyazawa's phone light, but there was no one there.

"They went back first." The photographer said aside.

"These guys don't say a word when they go back." Miyazawa raised his forehead and turned to Wenger and said, "Let's go back too. We've been tired all day, so we should rest early."

"Ah."

On the way back, there were only the three of them. When they got to a brighter place, Miyazawa put away his phone: "Just now I saw that you were very serious, and you really like this place?"

"Well, I like it." It was rare for Wenger to express his preference so bluntly.

"Then you can come a few more times in the future." Miyazawa purposely made his words ambiguous.

"if you have time."

Miyazawa rolled his eyes and asked again: "Have you considered coming here to take wedding photos?"

"Wedding photo?" Wenger was taken aback, subconsciously looking at Miyazawa.

Miyazawa's expression was normal, as if he was giving him an idea: "The scenery here is so beautiful, and you like it so much, it's very suitable for taking wedding photos with your future lover." He didn't mention his wife or his wife, and he used the word "lover" gender ambiguity.

Wenger wanted to laugh a little. He thought that Miyazawa really wanted to announce the relationship to everyone as soon as possible, and the secret show of affection could not satisfy him anymore.During this period of time, his words became more and more ambiguous. Although they were all ambiguous words that could be confused if you studied them deeply, you could find something different if you listened carefully.He felt that Miyazawa could do such things as pretending to be drunk and kissing himself forcibly if he held back.

He was too engrossed in thinking and forgot about Miyazawa's question, so Miyazawa pushed him: "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing." Wenger shook his head. "Didn't you say that you will take wedding photos here in the future? I think it's good, so I thought about it."

"I hope you can achieve your wish." Gong Ze looked at him and said seriously.

"If you don't want to look at me, you have to look at the future." Wenger glanced at Miyazawa, and said meaningfully, "I'm afraid he won't agree."

"No, he will definitely agree." Miyazawa replied without thinking.

"Are you so sure?" Wenger suddenly found that walking the audience is quite fun, so he planned to show the audience the profoundness of Chinese.

Miyazawa nodded seriously: "I'm sure, the one who can become Teacher Wen's lover must be someone who loves you very much. Since I love you, how can this little wish not satisfy you."

Wenger lowered his head and smiled sweetly. Five seconds later, he waited for the smile to fade before looking up at Miyazawa: "I hope so."

When they returned to the campsite, the others had washed up and hid in tents.The two also went to the public bathroom to take a shower and climbed into the tent.

There was no camera installed in the tent, so Miyazawa hugged Wenger with confidence.

Wenger lay on his sleeping bag and enjoyed the scenery he took in the car today. Miyazawa teased him for a while, but seeing that he didn't respond, he was a little unhappy, and rolled towards him, turning over and laying on his back.

"Honey, what's so good about a few broken photos, why not look at your handsome husband."

Wenger didn't even look at him, and ruthlessly refused: "I've been tired of watching it for so many years, it's better to watch a pig than to see you."

"Hmph!" Gong Ze was so angry that he bit the back of his neck, and grabbed the camera domineeringly, "Don't watch it! It's already very late."

Wenger wanted to snatch it back: "It's not until nine o'clock, so why is it late?"

Miyazawa put the camera aside and grabbed Wenger's hands: "From now on, it's almost eleven o'clock until the end, just so it won't affect your sleep."

"Start what?" Wenger was at a loss.

Somewhere under his body was touching Wenger's buttocks, Miyazawa moved his waist with a smirk, bit his ear and whispered ambiguously: "Of course it started with this."

"Don't mess around, the tent is not soundproof, and there are so many people beside you!" Wenger blushed, twisted his body and tried to throw the person off, but the result was just the opposite. Within a minute, he obviously felt that he was pressing against himself. Something at the base of his thigh got a little bigger, and now he didn't dare to move around, and stiffened his body, yelling in a low voice: "Come down quickly."

"I don't." Miyazawa refused, lay on Wenger's back and refused to get off, and moved his waist again.

Wenger was so stimulated that he almost cried out, and quickly covered his mouth.

Seeing that he was finally quiet, Gong Ze turned off the small light on the top of the tent casually.

His vision suddenly darkened. Wenger covered his mouth and lay on his stomach. His eyes were still adapting to the darkness when he felt that the belt of his trousers had been untied. His cool fingers reached into the waist of his trousers, pinching the trousers and pulling them down slightly. .

"Baby, lift your waist." Miyazawa whispered in his ear.

Wenger's face was red and hot, and he finally gave up on himself and raised his waist. After the pants were completely separated from his legs, he consciously lay down on the sleeping bag.

Walking around his waist with his hands, Wenger was trembling with his breath, maintaining the last trace of reason, and repeatedly told: "Slow down, the tent is not soundproof." Then he lost his thinking ability in the next second, and completely sank into the Among the enthusiasm Miyazawa gave him, the only thing he remembered was covering his mouth, not daring to make a sound.

The next day, Wenger dragged his overused body out of the tent, and everyone was having breakfast and putting away the tent.

"Mr. Wen, you got up late again today and didn't sleep at night, okay?" Liu Mo handed him a piece of bread.

Wenger hummed, took the bread, tore open the bag and ate in silence.His voice is still a little hoarse, and it is easy to detect abnormalities when speaking at this time.

Miyazawa had just helped the girl put away the tent, wiped his hands and walked over with a bag of bread, and sat down beside him: "We'll leave in half an hour."

"Oh, I see."

"Do you want to go to sleep for a while? It looks like you haven't woken up." Miyazawa asked.

"No, I'm going to wash my face." Thinking that his voice was still a little hoarse, he coughed again.

"I'll go too. After getting up in the morning and doing some work, my face is covered with sweat." After eating the bread in two or three mouthfuls, Miyazawa followed Wenger to the bathroom.

The photographer only followed to the door, and they didn't take pictures after they entered, they waited outside.

There was no one else in the bathroom, so Miyazawa led Wenger directly into the innermost toilet cubicle.

"You're still not feeling well?" Miyazawa was a little worried seeing Wenger's lack of energy all morning. After all, he had to go on his way today.

Wenger yawned and lay on Miyazawa's shoulder, blinking his eyelids: "It's not uncomfortable, but a little sleepy."

Gong Ze put his arms around him, helped him press his waist with both hands, and rubbed his chin against his face, coaxing him softly: "Persist a little longer, and sleep well after getting in the car."

"Okay." Wenger replied with his eyes closed.

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