In the vigorous sunshine of Hawaii, on the beautiful sandy beach, Shi Annuo pressed himself upon Wen Zhaozhao, igniting wave after wave of passion. Wen Zhaozhao felt embarrassed yet utterly powerless to resist.
She had no choice but to submit; there was no other fruit to pick.
Fortunately, this was a private beach.
After the frenzy, as the sun had set behind the mountains, Shi Annuo contentedly carried the weakened Wen Zhaozhao back to the villa.
That night, moonlight passed through the window lattice, through the billowing cream-colored curtains, and spilled over the delicate body that lay almost bare, covered only by a white sheet.
Wen Zhaozhao woke up, her slender limbs extending beyond the sheet, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders. As a gentle breeze passed through, the dancing strands of hair landed on her beautiful cheeks. Her long, curled lashes fluttered a moment, and when she slowly opened her eyes, her lips curved into a sweet smile.
