Special Chapter: Atlantic Ocean Diary at Sea (3) Thanks to Wealthy Reader Wanderers' Promise for Becoming Alliance Master

At that moment, Fang Ran watched Adeline's icy, snow-white beauty speak in a completely serious tone, one troubling term after another.

Not only had her answer not become any more euphemistic despite being shorter, it had somehow become even more extreme!

Speechless over where she had learned such bizarre knowledge, Fang Ran felt like he could no longer keep his expression under control while openly discussing such explicit topics with an ice-cold beauty.

Fang Ran felt like the expression on his face was about to break.

Stay calm, stay calm, Fang Ran. The more it comes to a time like this, the more it tests a man's composure.

He silently repeated that to himself.

But when he instinctively looked down at the deck below, all he could see were snow-white thighs and exposed, beautiful backs.

Damn it! I can't calm down at all! How the hell am I supposed to calm down!?

(Sudden silence)

Fuck!!!

Amid a violent inner struggle, Fang Ran simply shut his eyes and took a deep breath.

Only after barely managing to keep his expression from collapsing did he look at Adeline beside him again, his expression complicated as he asked:

"By the way, can I ask something? You called so many people here. Even if I go down there, what am I supposed to do?"

Looking down at the deck, there were at least twenty beautiful women, each with her own distinctive charm.

Even if he held one on each side, there would still be more than a dozen left over. They could fill three mahjong tables and still have enough people left to make two rounds of spectators.

What exactly did rich people do at parties like this?

No other meaning behind it. Fang Ran was simply curious. Seriously.

"At an occasion like this,