By the sea.
Qin Ci was a little bored.
Surfing was a sport he loved, so when Secretary Huang asked him to choose a destination, Hawaii had been his first choice.
But after several days of it, his enthusiasm had begun to wane.
He had no idea what was wrong with him lately. Skiing, surfing, even racing-none of the things he used to love interested him anymore.
"Karl, want to go another round?"
Here he came again.
Qin Ci lifted his eyelids and glanced at the man in front of him.
He was a typical European: tall, muscular, with sharply defined features and blond hair.
His name was Lah. He was Italian and spoke both English and French fluently.
Lah had been here since the day Qin Ci arrived.
He seemed to be the beach's latest star. Handsome, a skilled surfer, a great body, and generous with his money, too.
Except Qin Ci had stolen his spotlight in a single hour.
Qin Ci had a wild edge that Lah lacked, and his cold expression drew more eyes than a friendly one.
After an hour of surfing with a vengeance, Qin Ci had barely stepped off his board when Lah came over to strike up a conversation.
Qin Ci had stupidly assumed the guy wanted to talk surfing techniques.
Two days later, when Lah reached out to touch his thigh, Qin Ci finally realized the asshole wanted to sleep with him.
Qin Ci had no reservations about giving Lah a few kicks on the spot, nearly bringing the police down on them.
"I've told you plenty of times. I'm not interested. Get lost."
"Karl, don't get so worked up. I know you Chinese people are very conservative and don't date people you've just met, but we've known each other for a