Lu Mian didn't want to say much. She pried the man's tangled hand off and lazily curled up in the deck chair.
The afternoon sunlight was just right, and outside the floor-to-ceiling window was an endless expanse of blue sea and sky, and a golden sandy beach.
She picked up the novel from the table and spread it over her face, blocking some of the light.
"I'll nap for a bit, call me if there's anything."
Xiao Qimo saw her looking a bit listless, so he compromised and took a blanket to cover her.
She lay on the comfortable rocking chair, her thin silk blouse creased a little.
The smooth fabric lay on her body, with a noticeable rise at her chest.
Xiao Qimo watched with deep eyes for a few seconds, a slight smile at the corner of his lips.
Hmm...
They've grown.
All because of his doing.
The man's gaze was so intense that even with her eyes shut, Lu Mian could feel its heat.
She turned over, her pink lips under the book whispering softly.
"No way." Calm and restrained.
