Today she had changed into a form-fitting black one-piece surf swimsuit.
The color-block design at her waist and legs traced out her already tall, full figure, making every curve stand out even more.
Her jet-black long hair was tied into a high ponytail, her delicate features bare of makeup, with a pair of polarized waterproof goggles pushed up on her head.
Lin Chuqiao stopped in front of Fang Cheng, casually shoved the goggles up to her forehead, a few sparks of light flickering in her eyes:
"Brother Cheng, didn't expect you'd actually learned to drive a jet ski. Dare to go run a lap with me around the outer ring?"
Fang Cheng turned his head, his gaze sweeping past her enticing chest before landing on the keys in her hand. He let out a soft chuckle:
"Sure, you pick the route."
"Okay, whoever loses treats lunch today."
Lin Chuqiao's red lips lifted slightly, her reply crisp and neat.
