Hmm.
It might also be more delicious, more appetizing.
Of course.
How could Boss Jiang be a pervert? Except for that ti in Japan, and only because he was drugged did he do so rather ridiculous things. At other tis, he never displayed any special fetishes. He stared at her feet without any other thoughts, just purely felt sothing was slightly imperfect.
"Have you never tried doing a pedicure?"
Pei Yunxi turned her head.
"If you painted your toenails, they would definitely look better."
In ancient tis, feet were one of the most private parts of a woman, sothing only her husband had the right to admire. Although now it’s the age of civilization, staring unblinkingly at soone’s feet is still a bit awkward.
"Everyone’s aesthetic is different."
Pei Yunxi drew back her gaze and picked up the fruit juice on the small round table next to her.
On the sea.
No one around.
A man and a woman alone.
If both people drink, it can lead to unknown risks; at least one person must stay sober.
"If you don’t believe , you can try it."
Pei Yunxi probably never had a pedicure; Jiang Chen had only seen her trim her nails. With her appearance, she really didn’t need extra embellishnts, especially on her toes.
Who would randomly show their feet?
It’s also a privilege Boss Jiang could enjoy.
"I don’t have any nail polish."
Pei Yunxi sipped her juice, presumably refusing casually, but soon she heard, "I do."
Pei Yunxi glanced sidelong, and then saw that guy actually pulled out a bottle of nail polish from the top pocket of his short-sleeved floral shirt.
"Where did you get it?"
After a mont of silence, Pei Yunxi asked.
"Asked Du Enqin for it."
The prestigious reputation of the Peace Hotel is well-deserved; it’s practically a treasure chest.
Winning over the wife of Boss Du is definitely one of Comrade Jiang Chen’s biggest achievents this trip, providing all-around service without missing a corner.
The nail polish was brand new, and it was a rather flashy rose-red color.
Jiang Chen shook it.
"Want to try it?"
Pei Yunxi studied him, and then said.
"I don’t."
Tsk.
Just two simple words, and it’s still a refusal, yet it makes one’s heart skip a beat.
Won are always saying one thing and aning another, always playing hard to get. Jiang Chen was no novice; even Mr. Luo now felt ashad of himself. How could he not understand this simple truth?
"If it doesn’t look good, you can wipe it off."
It’s not an unspoken rule.
As the sponsor, making such a request is really not excessive. How many won, striving for advancent, have chosen to sacrifice much more for less? Especially in such an intimate sea environnt.
Pei Yunxi is not the sponsor, she is not ungrateful, so when faced with his repeated suggestions, she quieted down.
"I’ve never used it."
She said.
Jiang Chen remained calm, his face unchanging, "I’ll help you."
Pei Yunxi said nothing.
Jiang Chen imdiately stood up, walked over to her, then crouched down, first picking up her right foot and taking off her flip-flop.
This is no punishnt.
Jiang Chen held her foot with one hand, and painted the nail polish with the other, one toe at a ti, quite ticulously.
Suddenly.
He raised his hand.
"Tickles."
Pei Yunxi, curling her foot a little, looked out at the sea.
Jiang Chen, with a usual expression, "Then I’ll be gentler."
On the other side of the Damman Sea.
The pilothouse of the white ship, isolated in the sea.
All engines had been turned off.
Trying to make themselves more invisible.
The communication equipnt was also adjusted to specific encrypted channels.
"The exercise has started."
The latest news ca through the radio.
Weren’t we supposed to watch fireworks?
Weren’t you looking forward to it?
Why aren’t you moving, getting a bit closer?
From such a distance, what can you possibly see?
Mr. H stood by the radio device, his eyes, however, through the pilothouse glass, were looking at the helicopter on the deck.
The pilot was sitting on the helicopter, ready to go at any mont.
What caution.
Not overlooking even the smallest, most negligible risk.
"Keep watching."
On the yacht.
Mission accomplished.
All ten fingernails had been painted a gorgeous color.
Indeed captivating.
"Touched enough?"
Pei Yunxi said calmly.
Once done, she noticed soone still holding her foot, not letting go. It wasn’t until she reminded him that he finally stopped, openly admiring it as if appreciating his own masterpiece.
"Does it look good?"
Pei Yunxi made no comnt.
He sighed satisfactorily, only then did he put her foot back into the slipper, then supported himself by his knee to stand up, and walked over to the pool... to wash his hands.
Pei Yunxi squinted her eyes.
Suddenly, a bright light diverted her attention.
The light moved from east to west, sweeping across their part of the sea, like a teor.
Incorrect.
How could you see a teor in broad daylight?
Squatting by the pool to wash his hands, Boss Jiang also saw it. He looked up, furrowed his brow, with an expression both solemn and surprised, yet mixed with a calm sense of inevitability and helplessness.
Not just one.
Soon, streaks of bright light followed, magnificently till now.
Jiang Chen stood up and shook the water droplets off his hands.
Behind him, sitting on the deck chair, was Goddess Pei, her ten toes beautifully attractive.
"Beep beep~ Beep beep..."
From the radio on the White Ship ca noises as if the signal was bad.
"Hello."
Soon, a greeting was heard.
No matter how honest his behavior was, Mr. H, always with a fearless face, slightly frowned.
"Hello!"
The voice from the radio grew louder.
Mr. H said nothing, but his frown beca more pronounced.
"Hello."
Seeing no response to the international language, the strange voice intruding the encrypted channel switched languages.
"Who are you?"
Mr. H spoke up, as a mixed-blood, mastering multiple languages was a basic skill.
"I’m your father."
"..."
"Haha, just joking. Don’t be nervous, relax. How about I tell you a story? Have you heard of The Little Match Girl?"
Mr. H didn’t respond, and didn’t even stay in the cockpit. He was already on his way to the deck. His steps seed steady, yet there was a trace of urgency.
"Hey, hey?"
The encrypted channel on the radio was still emitting inexplicable harassnt sounds.
The White Sea.
Aboard the mighty Zhengrong Ship with turrets.
Private First Class Ye Tingxuan tried the transmission for a long ti, and seeing that no one responded, he had no choice but to cut off communication.
"No manners!"
His allegorical story hadn’t even started.
In the command room.
Everyone was looking at him simultaneously.
As a Private First Class, Ye Tingxuan was undoubtedly the one with the lowest rank here, but sotis rank wasn’t important.
What matters is the courage to forge ahead.
And the passion that disregards personal gains and losses.
He was brought back from the deck, but not to continue supervising him.
This gave Little Prince Ye room to operate.
He picked up the microphone, calm and composed.
"East longitude 95°6’, North latitude 17°8’, continue firing."
In the command room.
You look at , I look at you, and they actually followed the orders of a Private First Class.
On the deck railing.
The middle-aged man who should have been in the command room watched one fire streak after another soar into the sky, muttering again.
"That kid."
East longitude 95°6’.
North latitude 17°8’.
The propellers have started.
The helicopter door is open.
No matter how stubborn his mouth was, Mr. H’s body was honest as he climbed into the helicopter, imdiately commanded: "Take off."
The door closed.
The helicopter ascended, leaving the deck.
Though it was fast enough, from hearing the unknown sound on the radio to climbing onto the helicopter, it took at most five minutes, yet it was still too late.
In the eastern sky, a spot of bright light flickered, then increased in brightness.
No.
Not one spot.
But one after another, captivating, with long tails that seed like ribbons decorating the sky.
In broad daylight.
Such a spectacular teor shower appeared?!
"Sir!!!"
The helicopter suddenly exploded with intense alarm sounds.
Unexpectedly, there was a warning system.
Damn, it’s advanced.
The helicopter pilot, looking outside the window in shock, his face changed dramatically.
Mr. H turned around, his pupils suddenly widened.
"Fly fast!! Accelerate!!!"
Finally unable to maintain the civilized facade, his voice began to distort.
But no matter how fast the helicopter was, it couldn’t outrun the teors.
In Mr. H’s pupils, the firelight grew larger.
Rushing towards the helicopter one after another.
The distance rapidly shortened, until a close encounter.
"Boom!!!"
At that mont.
Mr. H’s mind went blank, only recalling that allegorical story.
The little match girl lit the match, and that night, all the town’s residents saw the girl’s grandmother.
"Boom boom boom..."
The helicopter exploded in the air.
The White Ship didn’t fare any better.
This was truly a saturation-like attack.
teors fell like rain.
The entire sea area boiled over, flas soaring to the sky.
If you don’t go to the mountain, the mountain will co to you.
Mr. H ultimately appreciated this grand fireworks display, and beca a part of it.
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