Zhou Ruoxue was innocent and kindhearted, never one to reject others.
However, Chen Mo didn't care much about that. After all, they were old classmates, and the yacht was spacious. Once unrelated people were sent away, only a few female attendants were coming and going.
Having Zhang Hui around wasn't a big deal either. It wouldn't be right to meet an old classmate without any acknowledgment—that would be putting lust before friendship. It would be fine to send her back after dinner.
So he told the attendant to wait for someone before setting sail.
But Chen Mo couldn't wait. His hand reached right under Zhou Ruoxue's skirt; she was wearing her favorite A-line miniskirt today, akin to the JK uniform she liked. Chen Mo was very familiar with her body.
With a reach, he slipped off her cover as well.
"Ah… there are attendants here," she said.
"Don't worry, they know their place. They know how to earn their money," he assured her.
"But Zhang Hui is coming soon."
