Yu Ou's Thoughts, a Taste of the Local Specialties

The master bedroom's heavy soundproof door separated the lower cabin from the outside world.

Still, the yacht was out at sea. Its gentle rocking, mingled with the faint stirrings from below, lent the whole vessel an indescribably intimate air.

A sea breeze swept across the aft deck.

Yu Ou rested one hand on the yacht's stainless-steel railing, holding a can of chilled soda water in the other as her gaze wandered over the distant blue sea.

Although the soundproof door blocked out most of the noise, in the profound quiet out on the water, she could still occasionally sense faint movements inside the cabin.

Every so often, Yu Ou glanced toward the cabin door. But she knew where to draw the line and politely stayed where she was rather than going over to eavesdrop.

Honestly, she did have feelings for Su Bai.

As a retired professional sailor who had gone on to coach high-end water sports along the coast, Yu Ou had dealt with plenty of wealthy people.

She had seen far too many young rich men who chartered yachts and seemed determined to spray champagne over every inch of the deck.

But truthfully, Yu Ou had never had much interest in them.

She came from a sporting background, independent and strong, with a wild, untamable streak running deep in her bones.

She had nothing but disdain for those rich boys who acted as though a little family money made them kings of the world, their bodies hollowed out by drinking and debauchery, always showing off their supposed superiority in front of her.

Su Bai, however, was completely different.

The man was simply too perfect. His sheer physical presence made it impossible to look away.

He was handsome and bright, with a body as powerful as a leopard's.

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