Su Wen’s family and another were preparing to construct the tallest building in Mo City, "Golden Coast," a na whose true origin lies in Spain.
Spain, blessed with a diterranean climate, boasts world-famous continuous coastlines that sotis are as delicate as a girl’s waist and sotis as voluptuous as a lady’s bosom. The golden shimring sand and the warm, moist sea breeze in winter make everyone who has visited the Biscay Bay in Spain linger and reminisce.
Under Pello’s firm promises, Su Ziceng spent about three weeks of leisure ti in Spain. The diterranean sun tanned her skin to a healthier light brown, and her initial anger towards Pello had considerably faded.
However, Pello did not achieve the effect he had hoped for, as Su Ziceng seed to have developed a new layer of guard around him. In the mornings, when the sun was not yet fierce, they would always spend so ti on the beach.
Under the orange parasol, Su Ziceng’s face was tinted with a special kind of blush, and she had fallen asleep.
Her arms exposed to the sun, Pello imagined the shriek Su Ziceng would emit when first sunburnt, and walked over. Su Ziceng was always like this, fearing getting darker yet refusing to apply sunscreen, the towel tied around her waist slid to the ground.
Pello walked to her beach chair, picked up the towel, and thought of covering her with it. After all, it was already November, the weather was getting cooler, and too much sea breeze would cause a cold.
The sleeping Su Ziceng lacked her usual spirited deanor. Curled up in her usual sleeping posture, her eyelids occasionally twitched, and a soft breathing sound ca from between her nostrils.
The towel still in Pello’s hand, his gaze involuntarily moved across Su Ziceng’s face and body. He had known Su Ziceng for three years now, and she had transford from a haughty nouveau riche lady to her current deanor.
She really likes red, and even today’s swimsuit was red. Unlike the bikinis commonly worn by tourists at the beach, the swimsuit she chose was considerably more conservative.
Pello bent down, watching over the sleeping Su Ziceng from a high vantage.
The horizontal fabric covered her moderately-sized breasts, Red Love obstructed further prying views. Further down were two inward-curving waistlines, tight buttocks, and slender legs.
In her sleep, Su Ziceng murmured sothing, shifted her body slightly, and her chest trembled, sliding Red Love to one side, revealing an enticing cleavage.
He stood there for a long ti, until his bare back, exposed to the sun, began to hurt, and then a strange sensation spread from his heart to the limbs around him. He squat down, reaching for Su Ziceng’s body...
A strange sensation, Su Ziceng felt as if tiny insects were crawling on her, yet it was like mischievous grains of sand sliding over, touching every inch of her skin a little bit at a ti. The feeling was odd, although it was just on her body, it seed to penetrate deep into her heart.
She opened her eyes and saw Pello’s actions.
"Ah," Su Ziceng uttered softly, and after the call, she bit her lips, feeling a bit embarrassed about her overreaction.
Pello’s right hand was wet, and in his left, he held a bottle of sunscreen; the strange sensation was Pello applying sunscreen to her.
"You forgot to apply it again, getting sunburned would be troubleso," Pello told her to turn over, continuing to spread the sunscreen on her back.
This was the first ti Pello applied sunscreen for himself. After Su Ziceng got to the beach, she got sunburnt within the first few days. Only after taking the advice from locals did she find this sunscreen. Previously, enthusiastic female tourists nearby had helped her apply it.
Today, she set out a bit early and it also happened to be the weekend, so many locals and tourists went to church. Su Ziceng couldn’t find anyone appropriate around and simply decided not to apply the sunscreen.
She originally wanted to refuse, but her arms and legs, which had been carelessly exposed to the sunlight, were already feeling a searing heat, close to getting sunburnt again. She didn’t dare to take the risk and allowed Pello to apply it without uttering a word.
Pello probably helped her apply it while she was asleep previously to avoid her embarrassnt. At the mont, Su Ziceng wished she were still asleep, so she could ignore the uncomfortable sensation behind her back wave after wave.
His touch was very light, like a feather brushing across soone’s back. Su Ziceng remained silent.
First the shoulder blades, then near the spine, Su Ziceng tensed her shoulders, the hands on her body paused montarily, and after feeling her relax again, he resud applying the sunscreen.
Gradually, she felt drowsiness overcoming her once more. Pello was much more attentive than the female tourists who helped before; his application of sunscreen felt more like a massage, erasing all the fatigue from her body.
Unconsciously, Su Ziceng felt her swimsuit straps being untied. She wanted to speak up to stop him, but her throat and limbs felt as though they were blocked.
She heard a voice echoing in her mind, urging her to fall asleep quickly. The person beneath her was asleep again, and Pello undid Su Ziceng’s bra, his upper body pressing closely to hers, looking from afar as if they were embracing each other.
Occasionally, a few people ca to the beach, but assuming the two were being intimate, they tactfully walked away.
His hand rested on Su Ziceng’s waist, tested a kiss on her shoulder. Seeing no resistance from her, he planted a series of gentle, rain-like kisses.
Su Ziceng was pressed under him, and she subconsciously felt an unusual heaviness over her, but the previous comfort made it hard for her to regain consciousness. She could only wave her hand, as if trying to shoo away a fly that had settled on her.
Panting, Pello turned her face and body towards him. Their bodies tightly pressed together.
The softness pressing against him elicited a suppressed growl from his throat. He felt a reaction in his loins, he wanted her, right then.
In Pello’s eyes, lust-filled veins pulsed, his fingers continued to glide down, until they landed on the skirt of her swimsuit.
Just as the swim skirt was about to be drawn off, the groggy Su Ziceng slightly struggled, the Red Love pressed against Pello’s chest, and the red in his eyes imdiately faded. He loosened his grip, now wasn’t the ti—as Su Ziceng, still under his shallow hypnotism, had not fallen in love with him yet.
After one more glance at Su Ziceng, Pello laid her down, dressed her back in the swimsuit, and covered her with a towel again.
He stood up, looked around, and seeing no one, he assured himself that no one would approach. He then quickly walked towards the beach and leaped into the sea. The icy yet warm seawater cald his mind and body.
He almost forgot his real purpose for coming to Europe. The vacation ti, it seed, had to end prematurely.(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to visit Qidian (qidian) to cast your recomndation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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