Full of disdain, perched high with arrogance.
The assistant nodded, "I think it's very good."
"Mature Western women, with truly impressive, surging waves, and long, white legs."
Her face seductive, carefully chosen to cater to the boss's tastes—free of heavy perfume, no thick makeup, yet wildly unrestrained in that aspect.
Xu Jingxi didn't speak, leaning on the sofa to sleep. Regardless of how the assistant chatted, he didn't lift an eyelid, as if mocking the ignorant expression of the other.
The assistant immediately shut up, holding the nuts and retreated to the side.
As night fell, the man in the single sofa, with his eyes closed, didn't move an inch, his presence lonelier than the boundless night sky.
The entire luxury yacht sank into a profound emptiness.
The assistant looked up at the sky and sighed softly, "Having someone in mind, someone by your side, maybe life wouldn't be so lonely."
Xu Jingxi chuckled softly, his breathing barely audible.
