The diving session ended.
The three returned to the hotel.
Especially for the two ladies, the physical exertion was significant.
They needed a good rest at the hotel.
Yang Mi returned to the hotel, took a quick shower, and fell asleep imdiately.
Listening to her steady breathing, Sun Dasheng quietly left the room.
He closed the door and took out a room card from his pocket.
The room card was for another hotel.
The origin of this card was that Tang Yan secretly slipped it to him on the way back.
The purpose, of course, was self-explanatory.
As for the motive, Sun Dasheng had so guesses, estimating that she couldn’t resist her curiosity and checked him out online after the fact.
Even though the online information was incomplete, the bits and pieces were enough to draw a clear conclusion: Sun Dasheng was absolutely a super-rich tycoon.
All her previous speculations were overturned.
Or more accurately, it’s not so much overturned as it was subverted, which is closer to her initial thoughts.
The presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.
It seems that celebrities really know how to enjoy themselves.
The rooms booked for vacationing were of high standards, and the price for a presidential suite in a five-star hotel at such a resort wasn’t cheap, ranging from hundreds of thousands to millions per night.
He pressed the doorbell.
The door opened imdiately.
Revealing a graceful figure inside, who had already showered and was wearing a thin silk nightdress.
Through the thin layer, the scenery inside was vaguely visible, truly tempting.
"You’re here, please co in!" she said with feigned politeness.
No one knew that Sun Dasheng was not going to play by her rules, and he walked over and scooped her up in a princess carry.
She resisted instinctively, "What are you doing, let go."
Ignoring her words, Sun Dasheng felt her lush figure, then looked down at her and said, "Who was the one who secretly slipped the room card? Why act all reserved now?"
Tang Yan dared not et his gaze, turning her head aside, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"What else? Sit down, have so drinks, chat about life and ideals, listen to music, and dance a little, and finally head to the bridal chamber?"
Listening to Sun Dasheng’s depiction, Tang Yan’s face turned red, "Don’t talk nonsense, there’s no bridal chamber here, this is a hotel."
Then she lifted her head to et his eyes, "Does Mimi know about your escapades outside?"
Sun Dasheng didn’t hide it, honestly saying, "She knows everything, do you have anything else to ask?"
"Uh..." Tang Yan was at a loss for words.
What else could she say?
This date was initiated by her, how could she have the guts to complain to Yang Mi, wouldn’t that be walking into a trap?
"If not, let’s skip to the main topic." Sun Dasheng didn’t want to dawdle and began to violently tear open her gossar-thin silk top.
With a ripping sound, a body no less impressive than Yang Mi’s appeared before him.
He tch-tched, surveying her with interest, "You celebrities really maintain your figures well, even at this age, not easy."
"You’re the one who’s old, you’re the one who’s old!" Tang Yan instantly lunged at his shoulder and bit it hard.
The pain made Sun Dasheng cry out, "Are you a dog or what, why bite?"
"Am I not stating the truth?"
"Even if it’s the truth, it shouldn’t be said." Tang Yan looked at him dissatisfied.
"Alright, alright, my fault, I shouldn’t have said you were old, okay?" Sun Dasheng was speechless, won really do mind age too much.
I’m already in my thirties, pushing forty soon, and I’m not as sensitive as you.
Hmm... It wasn’t until ntioning this topic that he realized he had sowhat ignored the aging process these recent years.
Ever since just after turning thirty, he could distinctly feel the traces of ti left on him each year.
Either a slightly fatter belly or a slightly balder front hairline.
Day by day, year by year, showing no signs of slowing down, who knew when he’d wake up one day to find a beer-bellied diterranean-style middle-aged man looking back in the mirror.
But in recent years, he hasn’t felt this at all.
It’s as if he stopped aging at thirty, as if it hadn’t moved past that threshold.
Finally coaxing her, he managed to take a bite of sothing fresh.
But it was not particularly satisfying.
Because she wasn’t cooperative.
"Goodbye, and never again!" Sun Dasheng got dressed and left.
Leaving Tang Yan glaring behind.
The next day.
When Yang Mi groggily awoke, she snuggled up to a solid body, feeling instantly at ease.
"Baby, I need to pee."
Sun Dasheng gave her a solid smack, "If you need to pee, go to the bathroom, why tell ?"
"No, I want you to carry ." Yang Mi pouted, acting coy.
Sun Dasheng was exasperated, who was she imitating?
Could it be the Korean boyfriend carrying Big S from Taiwan to the bathroom?
Unbelievable!
He had no choice but to get up and carry her over.
After she was done.
He carried her back to bed.
Dressing himself, he said, "You sleep a little longer, I’ll go out for a walk."
"Okay," she replied, soon falling back into a deep sleep, yesterday’s diving session had really exhausted her.
Walking along the deserted beach, feeling the sea breeze, was quite pleasant.
Such beautiful beaches are rare in the country, besides a few nice ones in Hainan, no other places compare to here.
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