Jing Rui wanted to pay the bill, and Su Shan naturally didn't stop him.
After all... she wasn't so much of a saint.
One had to give a man room to perform, right?
...
After lunch, the two of them walked out of the restaurant together. The tranquil sea breeze brushed against their cheeks, and one had to admit—it was very relaxing.
Su Shan took a deep breath, and immediately her small hand was tightly clutched by Jing Rui in his palm.
Su Shan's beautiful eyes froze momentarily, then she heard the man casually say, "Let's go... to the yacht."
Su Shan: "..."
Yacht?
"Didn't you say you wanted to see me dive into the sea? Old Man told you I'm afraid of fish."
Su Shan: "..."
He...
How did he know?
Originally, Su Shan had planned to drop the idea out of pity for the man after he spat out the lettuce he ate.
Unexpectedly... Jing Rui brought it up himself.
Su Shan curled her lips slightly and raised her eyebrows, "Young Master Jing, you've really walked into this one yourself..."
