The sky was clear for miles.
The blue waves stretched endlessly.
White Sea.
Prince Ye stood on the deck, full of vigor and zest.
Before and behind, left and right, all around, ships sailed through with him, breaking the waves.
The little prince adjusted his white hat and leaned against the railing, filled with a boldness that seed to challenge the heavens.
Indeed.
At this mont, he wore an official navy uniform, spotlessly white, its purity even neutralizing the devilish charm he possessed.
The scene stirred his sentints.
Moved by emotion.
He couldn’t help but open his mouth and recite a poem.
"Emperor Qin and Han Wudi, slightly lacking in literary grace, Tang Zong and Song Zu, sowhat inferior in elegance, the once mighty Genghis Khan, only knew archery for hunting eagles. All of them are past, to see true heroes, look at this age!"
Powerful and spirited.
He even added an exclamation at the end by himself.
Moved deeply, he couldn’t help but slap the railing.
One has to admit.
The little prince has many unnoticed rits.
For instance.
His recitation skills are quite good.
Look at the sailors on the ship who stand erect, though motionless, their eyes reveal that they were captivated by the prince’s recitation.
Just like the little prince.
The sailors were all dressed in white uniforms, looking gallant and spirited.
"Ye Tingxuan!"
A shout rang out on the deck, even overpowering the sea breeze.
The prince, who was expressing emotion through the view, imdiately turned around, stood upright, and shouted with full energy, "Here!"
A middle-aged man in uniform walked over, with a sullen face.
"What are you doing?!"
"Reporting, I am scouting the sea conditions."
The little prince replied without hesitation, righteously.
It was hard on the nearby sailors. Although well-trained, they held back with great difficulty, faces taut, biting their back teeth, afraid to show even a hint of flaw.
They lacked the confidence, and the guts too.
"Scouting sea conditions? With what, your eyeballs?"
Faced with the incoming spray of saliva, the little prince managed not to blink an eye, truly, he was like a javelin standing upright, not for nothing he’s a first-class soldier.
"Reporting, yes it is!"
He shouted loudly, with a resonant and grand voice.
So sailors couldn’t hold back any longer, wore dignified expressions, facing the sea without shifting their gaze, but their shoulders began to tremble slightly.
The middle-aged man didn’t expect the kid to respond like this, caught off guard, he was taken aback.
"Then tell , what did you scout?"
"Reporting..."
The little prince opened his mouth, then stopped, seeming to not have thought out his words.
Suppressing the urge to curse, the middle-aged man, who exuded authority even without anger, glared at him.
The little prince began speaking again, "Reporting! I discovered an unidentified vessel sixty nautical miles away!"
"How far?!"
"Sixty nautical miles!"
Really.
What a bluffer.
How far is sixty nautical miles?
Hawk-eyed.
The middle-aged man almost laughed, but being a senior officer, he restrained better than the young ones, and his face grew more solemn, pointing to the rotating radar.
"Are you a monkey? Seeing further than the radar?"
The little prince puffed out his chest, facing the head-on scolding silently.
It felt different wearing the military uniform.
"Get inside!"
The middle-aged officer ordered, seemingly to avoid further annoyance.
"Yes!"
The little prince shouted once more, nearly startling the other, then quickly made his way off, walking smartly with his head held high, bypassing the officer.
Cao Jinse did not beautify.
He indeed had practiced.
"You brat."
The middle-aged man chuckled and scolded, then retrieved his gaze, squinting slightly, looking towards the southwest direction on the sea, lifting his hand to adjust his hat brim.
Within Myanmar’s waters.
Manda Sea.
Having been here so long, finally, it’s no longer a bustling town fair.
On a silent double-deck yacht, Jiang Chen reclined on a deck chair, in shorts, a floral short-sleeve shirt, sipping champagne, wearing sunglasses, extrely relaxed and carefree.
Sitting beside him was Pei Yunxi.
A bikini? Not possible, under the sun protection outfit was a strapless vest, but the outfit was made of thick material, not very translucent.
But that wasn’t important either.
Just the pair of beautiful legs under the beach shorts, like works of art, made one linger and admire.
Many won’s legs look pleasing to the eye with pants or stockings on, but on closer inspection, uncovered, there are blemishes, even untreated leg hair.
But Pei Yunxi...
One word.
Radiant.
Turns out so people really have skin without visible pores.
No one else was on the boat.
A world truly for two.
Even the task of sailing the boat was handled personally by Jiang Chen.
That’s what you call a vacation.
The sea and sky ford a line.
Nothing was obscured.
Besides them, no other boats could be seen on the sea, at least not with their eyes.
Du Enqin sohow acquired a yacht, which floated silently on the sea like a leaf.
"Be careful not to sunburn your legs. Let apply sunscreen for you."
Quite thoughtful indeed.
One has to admit that Boss Jiang’s popularity with won wasn’t just about wealth.
Pei Yunxi was wearing a sun protection suit, but her legs were exposed.
How considerate?
"No need."
Pei Yunxi seed to enjoy the current atmosphere, without shifting her gaze, imrsed in the stunning scenery, she refused warmly.
Jiang Chen didn’t insist, practicing restraint; since she doesn’t need it, he wouldn’t push it, otherwise it wouldn’t be kindness, but harassnt.
So, his gaze naturally moved from her legs to her bare feet wearing flip-flops.
What does it an to have skin like congealed cream?
What does it an to have fingers like jade scallions?
No wonder there are so many foot admirers.
Each toe was proportionately long, distinctly layered, fine and fair, appearing cleaner than many foods.
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