Jiang Luoluo gave Chu Mingcheng a light kiss on the lips, then returned to the bedroom to sleep.
Sitting alone in the cockpit, surrounded by darkness with only the occasional sound of the waves, it was easy to feel lonely.
But as a Fishing Man, what he could best endure was solitude.
Having worked at sea for so long, Chu Mingcheng had naturally grown accustomed to it.
Even without playing games or scrolling through his phone, he could simply zone out and let time pass.
However, now having internet access at sea was truly amazing; scrolling through short videos and looking at beautiful women, time flew by quickly.
Don't get me wrong, with a girlfriend who had top-notch looks and an amazing figure, Chu Mingcheng had "no interest" in other women.
Especially those internet beauties with effects like beautifying filters and elongated legs—they were not his type, he only looked at them with a scrutinizing purpose.
What he looked at, of course, were clothes.