"Uncle, how can you steal big sister's... Didn't the Captain say he would punish you for your rashness last time, causing Leon to lose an arm from a cannon blast, and forbid you from thinking about women for three months?"
Pretending to stomp loudly on the deck as she walked over to the man's side, Mia glanced at the item the man was playing with around his fingers, her face blushing.
To be precise, it was a piece of clothing, the kind worn intimately.
This garment fluttered in the sea breeze, ready to take flight, but was unable to escape the man's large hand.
Though Mia had only touched it once while it was being taken off, she remembered its thin texture and alluring color; even soaked in seawater, it still maintained its shape and style, undoubtedly a high-quality BRA.
Judging by the style, it could perfectly match with the lonely piece of underwear that Yan Xiaye had left behind...
This wasn't some incredible coincidence, as its owner was originally Yan Xiaye herself.
