On the edge of the swimming pool, Bu Qingqing watched the heart-pleasing scene openly, her heartbeat thudding erratically.
Actually, her young master was quite domineering in some aspects; even if Miss Sisi were here, the young master would never have made such an impolite move.
Alas... she began to feel a bit sorry for the young mistress. Best not to disturb their romantic encounter.
Fearing to intrude upon a beautiful dream, Bu Qingqing quickly retreated back to the villa.
The surface of the swimming pool rippled with beautiful waves, accompanied by the violent cursing and swearing of a young girl, which lasted for a long time.
A crescent moon climbed atop the tree branches, and the swimming pool finally fell completely silent.
With a splash... Qiao Chengxun emerged from the water holding his girl like a victorious king returning from battle, his face the picture of composure.