This kind of weather is already hot and dry; Sylvan Cheney dressed like this, Jasmine Yale felt like she couldn't survive.
Either wear it all or take it all off; it's fine, but just wearing a pair of swim trunks is too enticing!
Jasmine didn't dare to look at him directly; for a moment, she wanted to take off his swim trunks.
Sylvan finished drinking water, threw the towel, dry towel, and soap into her arms: "Hold it properly, I'll need it later."
"Oh."
"Who do you think is better at swimming... me or Mr. Dick, who will win?"
Jasmine nearly didn't even think about it: "Of course, it's you, President."
"No flattery."
"No, no flattery, isn't it obvious? Unless you can't swim, President."
Mr. Dick is older; his physical strength and skills are definitely not as good as Sylvan's.
Jasmine knew Sylvan was quite good at swimming, having won awards when he was young and even tried to teach her.
