"Master, I'm going for a dive."
Sun Zhen's voice came from not far away, followed by a SPLASH as he leaped into the sea.
As a servant, and one in his eighties at that, Sun Zhen naturally understood the value of a young couple's private time.
Jiang Xinghai acted as if he hadn't heard Sun Zhen, his eyes fixed on Nightingale's large, watery eyes before him.
Under the sun, in the sea breeze, on the deck of the white yacht, their bodies intertwined like a silent dance.
The waves gently lapped against the hull, causing the yacht to sway in the water, making it feel as though the two of them were tumbling amidst the swells themselves.
Jiang Xinghai's gaze was deep and intense, as if trying to etch Nightingale's very form into his heart.
In the sunlight, Nightingale's cheeks appeared soft and rosy. Her hands gripped tightly onto Jiang Xinghai's shoulders...
「At the same time!」
Shanghai, East District. The Cao Family estate.
