"If you're not satisfied, I can help you take it off and put it on again."
"..."
The man stepped back, bent down and slightly pulled up the hem at her waist, tying a knot that exposed her fair, delicate waistline.
Tong Ran pouted and said nothing more. Mo Nanjue wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her toward the shore, "Want to sail out to sea?"
Remembering the last time they went out to sea, Tong Ran instinctively shook her head. Although it had been a long time, she still felt a bit scared. "I don't dare."
The man patted her head, leading her to the shore. A small yacht, already prepared, lay beached on the sand. It wasn't as big as the last one.
Mo Nanjue stepped aboard with his long legs and turned around, reaching out a hand to her, "Come on."
Tong Ran did not hesitate and instinctively placed her hand in his. She followed him onboard, and the yacht swayed slightly under their weight, scaring her into gripping his hand tightly, "Ah!"
