Song Xuyao turned his head and saw a woman almost dressed like in a bikini. Was she testing his self-control?
He walked over and looked at her, "What are you doing?"
"My clothes were soaked by the sea! Drying them!" Qiao Xiaoyan said.
As she spoke, she wrung out the water from her pants and hung them up to dry.
She found a comfortable spot and leaned against the speedboat, enjoying the warmth of the sun.
Song Xuyao glanced at her, "You're not lacking men, so you don't have to flaunt yourself, right?"
Qiao Xiaoyan knew he desperately wanted her to leave, but she remained calm and said, "Do I lack men? You should know."
Of course he knew, better than anyone else; she only had him as a man!
At night she was fiery and passionate, during the day she acted as if they were strangers.
She could perform seamlessly, not leaving a trace.
"Qiao Xiaoyan, have you fallen for me?" Song Xuyao asked her.
