Under the dim lights, the naked Marie shed her final veil.
Her perfect face was exposed to the air once more, her cheeks slightly flushed with shyness and anticipation.
Her skin whispered of moonlight and warm jade, while between her bones seemed to flow a river of stars that had yet to reach its end.
Marie stepped forward on her jade-like feet and circled Yuan Shikai as though walking a runway.
From time to time, she came close to tease him, her fingers roaming over Yuan Shikai as she stripped away his clothes.
But whenever Yuan Shikai tried to seize her, she nimbly slipped away like a kitten.
At times she was a lively young girl, at others an elegant noblewoman. This was Marie Antoinette, a woman favored by the gods.
Once Yuan Shikai had been completely stripped, he lifted Marie like a beast and stormed into the bedroom.
He ruthlessly threw Marie onto the bed before pouncing on her himself. There was no need for conquest or explanation now—only the most primal impulse.
The endless sounds of slapping—whether they were waves crashing against the cruise ship or something else, no one could tell.
An hour later, Marie and Yuan Shikai were taking a bath together.
After their fierce encounter, both were drenched in fragrant sweat, satisfaction evident on their faces.
After Yuan Shikai had indulged his hands once more, he had Marie leave first, while he stayed behind to wash himself twice more before coming out.
Don't ask why. A woman's nose could sometimes be the most miraculous investigative tool.
They could find proof of your cheating in the faintest traces of scent.
Yuan Shikai had deliberately used three differently scented body washes just to conceal Marie's natural lily fragrance.
Once he was dressed, had dried his hair,