Leo brought two glasses of red wine to the deck and handed her a glass. "Aren't you going to wipe your face off?" He pulled out a wet tissue as a trick. "I'll be preparing for you all the time."
Irish closed her lips, smiled, put her glass aside, took a napkin, and then wiped her face. The dye scrubbed off, leaving only her clean, white face. She wore no makeup that day, and her cheeks were easy to scrub.
"To tell you the truth, I don't find it so wonderful to go out to sea at night. In fact, being in the middle of the sea can cause a sense of insecurity." She threw the dirty paper napkin into the trash can, picked up the glass, and shook it. "Besides, don't tell me that the yacht is yours or that you came to me to show off your new yacht."
