Fu Shilv's movements were indescribably rough; Sun Ya collided with him, her upper body bare except for that piece of cloth.
"Mr. Fu, are you jealous enough to take it out on me?"
Listening to Sun Ya's words, the thought itself was quite amusing.
"My wife is collaborating with you, I have no objections, but going out to sea is out of the question; she gets seasick."
"Is that so?" Sun Ya looked somewhat surprised and turned to Sheng Youxia, "I haven't heard you mention it."
"Yes, I... get seasick."
Sheng Youxia replied, raising a hand to rub her temple.
She noticed Fu Shilv was still holding onto Sun Ya's wrist, yet hadn't let go.
Sun Ya confidently displayed her body, "Mr. Fu, it's just a swimsuit—I just went swimming. Besides, I'm not a man..."
As Fu Shilv withdrew his hand, he positioned Sheng Youxia protectively behind him.
"That's enough, let's head ashore."
Sun Ya's cigarette still had a bit left; she took two strong puffs before extinguishing it in the ashtray.