[Wallpaper love is also love] [Mutual acting] [They are not human]
In AD 387, the freighter Mary mysteriously disappeared in the Siren Sea, with no survivors on board. The communication before the crash left only intermittent singing. After that, the theory of "Siren Curse" spread like wildfire.
——Never sail into those deep seas under the moonlight.
Today, three hundred years later, Zhuo Er turned off the "Curse of the Siren" short video pushed on her mobile phone and stepped onto the Siren Island Pier with her camera on her back.
She came here to shoot a marine folklore documentary. The moment she stepped into the aboriginal tribe, she felt a chill down her back.
She followed her gaze back -
The tall man was leaning against the tree with his arms crossed. He had wheat-colored muscles and deep brows, and was looking at her silently.
She subconsciously smiled at him. His face was expressionless and his eyes were deep.
Zhuo Er: "..." She retracted her hand.
The islanders told her that the man's name was Jiang Xunxiao. His origin was unknown, but he could understand the tides and predict storms. He was regarded as a prophet sent by the god of the sea.
When collecting stories, Zhuo Er's camera couldn't help but chase him:
His figure sitting on the rocks, his side face looking at the sea under the moonlight, his fingers lowering his eyes to arrange the fishing line... Jiang Xunxiao's eyes that occasionally looked back made her heart skip a beat.
The material had been shot long ago, but she still lingered on leaving. I wanted to say goodbye to Jiang Xunxiao, but I was afraid of being sentimental.
Forget it, he wouldn't keep her anyway.
Unexpectedly, on the day of return, the ship sank unexpectedly and she fell into the cold deep sea.
Before she lost consciousness, a muscular hand grabbed her and dragged her out of the abyss.
After waking up, she was locked in Jiang Xunxiao's house. She had a high fever and kept murmuring: "Let me go..."
His hand that gave the medicine paused: "No."
Zhuo'er ran away several times, but he brought her back. She gritted her teeth and cursed: "What on earth do you want to do? Imprison me?"
Jiang Xunxiao put his arm around her waist and brushed her lips with his fingertips: "Stay."
She struggled desperately, but his voice seemed to have magic power, crushing her reason bit by bit.
The moist sea breeze blew over the edge of the bed that night, and her ankles trembled in his hot palm. It was unclear whether it was trembling or indulging.
One moonlit night, she successfully escaped. As soon as the boat left the harbor, there was an engine roar behind it—it was him chasing after her.
Zhuo Er stopped the boat and turned to look at him. The sea breeze blew her long hair.
"Jiang Xunxiao," she called his name softly, chanting vaguely, "Have you ever heard of the legend of the Siren?"
"Never sail into those deep waters by moonlight."
Reading Guide
1. Imaginary fantasy world, people outside, double horse falling, wallpaper love
2. The male and female protagonists take turns to take possession of something
3. There are past and present lives
4. Double clean, 1v1, HE
Concept: Even if you are chosen by fate, you still have the right to choose to fight
