1945 Our Wedding Anniversary (Part 3)

The yacht wasn't large, but it was crafted with luxury, featuring a spacious bedroom in an intensely romantic Spanish style.

On the open-air deck, a soft, oversized sofa formed an elegant circle.

On the small round table sat an expensive bottle of red wine and two exquisite crystal glasses.

Yeh Cangqiong removed his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and turned to gaze at the setting sun. There was a desolate beauty stretching between heaven and earth.

Chi Xiaoyu had changed into a long red dress, her flowing hair lifting in the breeze, exuding a wild allure.

She sat down beside him with a radiant smile, pouring wine into the glasses...

Suddenly, his phone rang. He reached out to answer it.

She glanced at it, moved swiftly to grab the phone, and submerged it into a glass jar filled with ice water. Within moments, the phone was soaked through.

After a few faint beeps, it fell silent.

"Darling, tonight it's just you and me. Come, let's toast to this romantic evening!"