It became awkward at 586

Liu Zhizhong paused, his eyes full of inquiry.

But Lu Yumei's face flushed a deep red, that charming shyness was simply captivating in the mid-afternoon sunlight.

Not to mention, she was on the balcony lounge chair, still embracing a thin silk blanket, her wavy hair in disarray. This mix of languor and timidity was an unparalleled temptation.

To prevent Liu Zhizhong from speaking out, she placed her snow-white index finger to her lips with a "shush," a gesture so stunningly perfect that it left Liu Zhizhong momentarily entranced.

Such a woman, no wonder Zhang Zhenglong and Zhang Zhengchang are enchanted, even I am captivated!

At that moment, Lu Yumei pointed towards the outside of the RV campsite, beyond a thick growth of reeds.

Liu Zhizhong furrowed his brow and looked in that direction.

He didn't see much; the lush reed leaves swayed gently in the breeze, and the outline of a white SUV faintly emerged.

Without a careful look, one would hardly spot the SUV.