After the meal, Jian Qing was strolling outside on the yacht in her fiery red bathrobe without changing.
Anyway, they were miles away from shore, there's not even a shadow of a bird to be seen here, let alone people, wandering around in her bathrobe was not a big deal.
She leaned against the railing, eyes closed, feeling the sea breeze caressing her cheeks.
"What are you thinking about?"
A deep rasp voice rang, a large hand winding around her slender waist.
Jian Qing half-closed her eyes, leaning back on him, his sturdy chest was her favorite place to rest.
"Thinking about you," she answered without hesitation.
No sooner had her voice fallen than Quan Jingwu lifted the corner of his lip, and a trace of a smile emerged from his eyes.
"What about me were you thinking?"
"Take a guess!" She looked at their matching red bathrobes, fluttering in the sea breeze, the golden rays penetrated the fabric, shining vibrantly.
Jian Qing took his large hand, the fingers interlocking.
