Aemeath's Counterattack
"A-Yan's back... is so broad and sturdy~" Aemeath murmured, almost like a dream.
Her voice became alluring and seductive, "Is it evenly applied? I feel like there's still a little bit left on the left side that hasn't been spread properly..."
As she spoke, she deliberately...
"Enough..." Lu Yan's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
His breathing had become so heavy that it resembled that of a wild beast about to lose control, each breath carrying a scalding temperature.
He felt his blood boiling, and the taut string of reason was snapping under the strain.
If it weren't for the fact that although this place was a private beach, it was still an open outdoor beach with no privacy, Lu Yan have immediately turned around and punished this unscrupulous little pink cat on the spot.
After an unknown amount of time, in this abyss of intertwined pain and pleasure, Aemeath finally came to a stop.
A fine layer of fragrant sweat appeared on her smooth forehead.
She slowly slid off Lu Yan's back and sat sideways on the beach mat next to him.
Aemeath looked at Lu Yan's back muscles, which were still taut like a fully drawn bowstring, and his heavy breathing that rose and fell slightly. A look of unprecedented satisfaction and the pleasure of a successful prank flashed in her eyes.
She slowly and deliberately straightened her slightly disheveled bikini, then leaned forward slightly, bringing her face close to Lu Yan's turned profile, and whispered:
"The makeup is all done on your back, A-Yan ~"
Aemeath smiled like a blooming rose, beautiful yet thorny.
She stretched out a slender finger and gently poked Lu Yan's strong shoulder, deliberately asking in an innocent tone:
"Why aren't you getting up yet? Is the mat comfortable? Do you want me to apply the same cream to your chest and abs?"
Lu Yan did not answer immediately.
He remained lying face down on the mat, his face buried in his crossed arms.
A full half minute passed before he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge that was about to explode within him.
"No."
Lu Yan's voice was so calm that it was unbelievable to her, but the suppressed depth revealed his true state at that moment.
He didn't turn his head, nor did he change his prone position; he simply spoke in a tone that was almost commanding yet tinged with helplessness:
"Go play in the water at the beach for a while. Later... I'll wipe myself up."
Aemeath paused for a moment, then her gaze followed Lu Yan's back downwards.
When she saw Lu Yan's legs tightly pressed together, and his stiff posture—even while lying face down, his buttocks and hips still pressed deeply into the beach mat, as if trying to press a dent into it—she suddenly realized what was going on.
It turns out, he didn't actually not want to get up.
He... can't get up! Or rather, he's afraid to stand up and face her in his current state!
This discovery gave Aemeath's competitive spirit an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
The man who could always easily control her emotions was now so tormented by her mischievous act that he didn't even dare to turn over.
She saw through the desire hidden beneath his seemingly calm words.
Okay~
Aemeath did not expose his final act of stubbornness.
She stood up, brushed the sand off her legs, and looked down at Lu Yan's slightly disheveled back, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
"Then I'll go swimming in the sea first. But..."
Aemeath turned around and strode towards the azure sea where white waves surged. Her voice, carried on the sea breeze, drifted lightly into Lu Yan's ears, tinged with teasing and suggestion:
"Make sure you apply your sunscreen quickly, I'll be waiting for you in the water. A-Yan, please don't keep me... waiting too long!"
As Lu Yan listened to the fading light footsteps and silvery laughter, he lay alone in the shadows and finally couldn't help but let out a long sigh that was both painful and pleasurable.
This is getting more and more dangerous.
Under the parasol, Lu Yan lay alone on the beach mat, letting the sea breeze blow for nearly ten minutes before he could barely suppress the rampant evil fire within him.
He exhaled a deep, hot breath and finally dared to move his waist and hips off the mat.
As he sat up, he glanced down at himself and shook his head helplessly.
Aemeath's wholehearted application of the product just now was practically pushing his physical limits.
Recalling her provocative words before she left, "Don't keep me waiting too long," a dangerous smile flashed in Lu Yan's eyes.
This spoiled little pink cat really thinks it can get away unscathed after setting the fire?
He picked up the bottle of sunscreen and quickly smeared it all over his muscular chest and abs. Then he stood up, took long strides, and strode across the scorching sand toward the azure sea.
At this moment, Aemeath was like a carefree mermaid, swimming happily in the clear water a dozen meters from the shoreline.
Aemeath appeared and disappeared in the azure sea, her striking pink hair wet from the seawater, lying flat against her snow-white back.
She would occasionally turn her head to look in the direction of the parasol, and a hint of doubt gradually appeared in her previously smug eyes.
"Why isn't he here yet? Did I go too far and anger A-Yan?" Aemeath muttered to herself as she waded through the water.
In that instant of distraction, an abnormal surge suddenly appeared on the sea a few meters away from her.
Before Aemeath could react, a pair of strong, powerful hands emerged from underwater without warning and precisely grasped her slender waist.
"Ah--!"
Aemeath cried out in fright, and then, with a loud splash, Lu Yan's handsome face burst through the water and appeared before her eyes.
The water droplets on his face glistened dazzlingly in the sunlight, and his eyes held an undisguised aggressiveness.
"A-Yan! You scared me to death!" Aemeath playfully slapped the water's surface, splashing up a spray of white water.
Ignoring the resistance in the water, Lu Yan suddenly exerted force with both arms and lifted Aemeath high into the air.
"You set off after lighting the fire, and now you dare to provoke me in the water?"
Lu Yan tilted his head slightly, looking at the panicked Aemeath, whom he had lifted into the air, a wicked smile appearing on his lips. "Now that you're in my hands, tell me, how should I punish you?"