"Besides playing in the water, you can also step in the waves. The sand on this beach feels so soft underfoot. Big Sister can run and let the Chief chase you—how romantic, right? Um... you two go have fun, take your time, just call us if you need anything."

  There were two distinguished guests traveling with them on the flying wingboat back to the island, but the Chief was so hot-headed that he left the guests hanging and picked a fight with Big Sister. What kind of mess was this? What's more, that visiting man and woman had both stopped at the bow of the wingboat. Ever since the Chief dove into the sea, they'd widened their eyes and kept staring, utterly absorbed, thoroughly intrigued.

  All the men couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Even if they tried their hardest to smooth things over, it was probably hopeless—especially when they caught sight of their Chief moving so fast, like grabbing a little chicken, he picked up the soaking Big Sister, tucked her under his arm, and carried her off by force... Oh dear, there was no end to their sighing!

  By now, the "family scandal" was completely exposed to outsiders.

  "That man and woman are together, right? I didn't get that wrong?"

  Held tight in the man's iron arm, Hua Duomei had no intention of resisting at all. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the two new faces on the wingboat. Both that man and woman were exceptionally good-looking, especially the woman—she had hair no ordinary person had.

  Reisalang freed one arm to grip the rope, and carried her up onto the large ship. His steps fell heavy, leaving big footprints on the deck as he headed for the lower cabin.

  None of his men dared speak up to stop him. Every one of them knew better than to interfere, turning their heads away and pretending to be busy. Anyway, the grudges between "grown-ups" can be left for "grown-ups" to settle themselves.

  "That girl is so beautiful. It's my first time seeing hair like snow satin, it's silver-bright white. I wonder if it's dyed, or natural? Do you know?" She glanced at his tightly-pursed mouth.

  "Hmph!" The man huffed coldly.

  Well, he really was ignoring her.

  Was he that angry?

  Her soft lips curved into a smile. Just as she was carried into the cabin, and the man's large hand roughly slammed the door shut with a "shash", she suddenly shifted from stillness to movement. She pushed hard with her soft waist, spread her legs wide, and instantly wrapped them around his waist, her lotus-like arms coiling up around his neck and shoulders.

  "Y—" Before he could finish the word, Reisalang's firm jaw was immediately ravished.

  That sweet little mouth that had blocked his words was incredibly bold. Right from the start it sucked and nibbled, its sweet scent drifting past his lips and between his teeth, sweeping through and soaking him, leaving him both hateful and annoyed, yet his heart itching unbearably all the same.

  The reason he brought her back to the cabin was mainly so she could change out of her wet clothes. Those soaked summer clothes showed off all her enchanting curves perfectly. She didn't care, but he couldn't help but care.

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  But right now, the spark of lust had burst into a wild blaze, and obscene desire filled the small cabin—who cared about changing clothes now? Stripping each other naked was the only thing that made sense!

  He grew ruthless too, switching from defense to offense, spinning and pinning her against the wooden planked cabin wall.

  The next moment, he tore loose their waist sashes and trousers, lifted her leg, and drove his sturdy waist forward hard, forcefully claiming her body in an instant.

  Wave after wave of soft moans warmed the man's ear. Hua Duomei trembled all over, her face flushed deep red.

  Her burning little face rubbed lightly against his rough cheek, she gasped, moaned, and smiled wickedly, whispering softly: "That's right... that man looks so strong and fit, he's handsome too. I wonder... wonder if that white-haired girl is satisfied with him? If she's not happy, maybe she'd be willing to come with her man to learn our 'Jade Chamber Secret Art' from Feixia Tower, so that I ah—" A startled gasp, the world spun, she was thrown onto the bed, the wet clothes still clinging to her were torn clean off.

  She never got tired of tickling the tiger's whiskers, treating a raging tiger like a sick cat when he didn't roar.

  But when a tiger really shows its fury, it can pull out all the dirtiest tricks, and she's really going to suffer for it!

  She brought this on herself, she deserves it.

  Deserves it... deserves it... when the man used every trick in the book to "deal with her", this taste of "dying" was so satisfying to her, and this so-called "sin"—even if it made her "die" over and over again, she'd be perfectly willing...

  This woman did this on purpose.

  She deliberately made him angry, made him lust-crazed, made him lose his mind, let his mood rise and fall with her teasing, and she feels proud of it. The worst part is, he knows exactly what her little tricks are, but even knowing that, he still gets riled up and explodes like a string of firecrackers.

  Reisalang pulled his lips into a bitter smile.

  He reached out, his calloused palm brushed over her slightly damp hair, and pressed against her smooth jade-like back.

  After one intense, dizzying round of love, the woman's soft body lay limp on his chest, her thick dark eyelashes lightly closed, as if she was fast asleep.

  He spoiled her far too much.

  She was the only woman he ever wanted to pamper, wanted to love, wanted to mutually claim as his own.

  The only one.

  They had been separated for four full years. In the days without her by his side, he left the Central Plains far behind and built a whole new life overseas.

  The gritty, chaotic foreign lands and completely different customs ignited his competitive blood. He was excited, full of life, busy from morning to night. Busy and busy, chaotic and chaotic, everything was a blur of busyness stretching on endlessly, but he still thought of her.

  That kind of longing quietly crept into his heart, every now and then it ached sharply in his left chest, bitter in his throat. He was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do, and then he understood: no matter how shocked, how angry, how determined to punish her he was when he left her, all the hatred and anger could never compare to his longing for her.

  "Mm..." The soft murmur clung sweetly, a soft hand groped at his chest, as if studying a nautical chart on that firm, smooth muscle, drawing here, tapping there, tickling him terribly.

  His strong body trembled slightly, and a rough palm suddenly pressed down on that mischievous little hand.

  "What is it..." Hua Duomei lifted her face lazily, her beautiful eyes still streaked with the traces of desire, glowing softly, and smiled. "Only the official is allowed to set fire, ordinary folks can't even light a lamp? Lord Reisalang can touch me, so I can't touch you, huh?"

  The stern color of the man's face deepened, his dark pupils flared.

  "Oh, I'm so silly, I forgot Lord you're ticklish." Even as she said that, her other free hand suddenly pinched lightly at his waist, and the next instant, she was bounced right up by the man under her.

  She laughed out loud without any pretense of modesty.

  "Succubus!" Reisalang panted heavily, rolled over and pinned her down, bent his head and sealed that smiling mouth with a kiss.

  "What a compliment, my lord." She sucked back hard. When she meets weakness, she grows stronger; when she meets strength, she grows even stronger.

  "Stop provoking other people!" He warned in a deep voice, holding that soft chin lightly, lifting his upper body to kiss her deeper.

  His meaning was... he was worried she'd provoke those two guests?

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