Chen Biao's mouth curled into an indescribable smile as he sat up straight from the beach chair and wrapped his arms around the beauty who had just massaged him. "Little Feng, you don't need to give me a massage today. Come, sit with me for a while and let's chat."
"Sure, Brother Biao."
The beauty named Little Feng peeled a grape, carefully removed the seeds, and then clasped it between her fingers to affectionately feed Chen Biao.
"Sweet, truly sweet!" Chen Biao swallowed and exclaimed.
"Of course, Brother Biao. These grapes, I specifically brought them over from Xinjiang. Even with money, you couldn't buy them in Star Sea City," Little Feng proudly said, thinking Chen Biao was referring to the grapes.
"Hehe, I'm not talking about the grapes. I'm saying your mouth is sweet," Chen Biao teased her, chuckling.
"Stop it! I'm talking about the grapes," Little Feng retorted, somewhat shyly.
