"Hoo!"
Abigail leaped out of the water, splashing everywhere.
Jeffrey Foster heard the commotion, put away his phone, and handed Abigail a towel.
Abigail took it, wiped the seawater off her face, feeling good, then picked up a sunscreen shirt from the side and draped it over herself. She looked at Jeffrey curiously, "Senior brother, what were you looking at so intently just now?"
"Nothing. Are you tired? Do you want to go back and rest? In the future, let's swim at home. Although the seawater here is shallow, it might still be dangerous." Jeffrey fussed like a considerate husband.
Abigail nodded, "Got it, you're nagging."
Saying this, she took a sip of coconut juice, walked barefoot on the white sandy beach, and headed towards their house.
The beach was beautiful. The seawater was clear and blue. It hadn't been overly developed, so it retained its original pristine beauty.
