After the young couple got on the boat, they found a corner to whisper sweet nothings to each other, with occasional coquettish laughter, which made Chen Ying shiver from time to time.
"I'm going to the deck to play." Unable to bear it, Chen Ying casually grabbed a fishing rod and headed to the deck.
Fishing was just an excuse to escape the awkwardness.
Sister Yu and Dao Meihua sat shoulder to shoulder, chatting about girl topics, occasionally glancing to see what Chen Ying was doing.
The kitchen had a dedicated chef preparing meals for them using the freshest seafood.
Chen Ying had good luck; after casually casting a line, he caught a fish after five minutes.
"Brother, what kind of fish is this? It looks strange." The question came from Sister Yu's boyfriend, who appeared to be chatting with his girlfriend but couldn't help glancing frequently at Chen Ying.
