But just by hearing the sound, they couldn't help but blush...
The setting sun gradually sank.
Its light shone on the water, turning it a golden hue—
Ya Shitian burst out of the water, cradling Ye Anqi's body in one arm.
At this moment, Ye Anqi was so exhausted she had not an ounce of strength left.
She lay limply against his shoulder.
Black hair, black dress, snow-white skin, rosy lips, thick curled black eyelashes, she looked like a crystal doll, crystal clear and fragilely beautiful.
Ya Shitian stepped onto the shore, and a servant stepped forward to present a white bath towel.
He took the towel, unfurled it with a whoosh, and draped it over her.
The next second, Ye Anqi's body was tossed onto a beach chair.
"Young Master, this is yours." The servant presented another bath towel.
Ya Shitian took the towel and began to wipe his hair and body.
Ye Anqi, wrapped in a bath towel, glared at him resentfully, "Ya Shitian, am I still your queen?"
