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Cheng Anya gritted her teeth. While her side profile suggested a tenacious fierceness, her gaze seemed calm. The contours of her tender face stood out, and her tender skin felt cool as the sea breeze blew against it.

Even more humiliation awaited her.

As the scorching sun bore down on her, Cheng Anya felt a coldness and jabbed her fingers into the sand. The sand stuck in her nails reminded her of the humiliation that she was going through.

"What a strong character you have there." Louis smiled cryptically as he ran his slender fingers up and down Cheng Anya's collarbone. With his emerald gaze somewhat darkened, the melancholic prince turned into a beast in heat that was about to pounce on her.

There was nary a person on the beach, which had its blue sky and white sand. Like a grain of sand on the beach, even a person on the beach was insignificant.