Afternoon.
By the sea.
On a yacht by the shore.
After boarding, Zhang Longjuan smiled as she linked arms with Dong Xuebin and sat down on a long lounge chair. With a tug, Dong Xuebin could only stiffly sit down beside her. Feeling the strange stares from the women on the boat and the many people onshore, he felt uncomfortable all over. Well, perhaps the only comfortable part was his left arm, surrounded by Big Sister Zhang's soft chest, making him feel as if he were about to melt. He was awkward, enjoying it, and conflicted all at once. There was no need to mention how torturous that felt.
Zhang Longjuan was amused by him. "Your skin is that thin?"
Dong Xuebin coughed softly. "Could you not press so close?"
"Hehe, are you afraid Big Sister will eat you up? Hmm?" Zhang Longjuan said.
"No, I just think... cough, cough... it's inappropriate. Inappropriate." Dong Xuebin pretended to be a gentleman, though his mind was entirely on the sensation against his left arm.
Zhang Longjuan chuckled. "Put on an act. Otherwise, if we don't say you're Big Sister's lover, they probably won't let you board. You were the one who insisted on coming."
"You could've said I was your younger brother, nephew, or cousin."
"Can that kind of relationship compare to lovers? Being lovers is more believable."
"That's true. Uh, since we've already said it, let's just leave it like this for now."
"It's only linking arms. It's not that serious. Relax your expression, don't give yourself away."
Shen Xiaoyan and Shen Xiaomei did not sit down. They stood behind Dong Xuebin and Zhang Longjuan with suitcases in hand, occasionally scanning their surroundings. They looked like bodyguards.
At that moment, hearty laughter suddenly rang out from the distance.
A middle-aged man