He’s still recovering from his injuries, so he can’t participate and can only be the referee.
As for Olivia Lewis, since finishing dinner, she and Bobby have been hiding on the beach lounge chair playing gas.
She calls it, "letting Bobby carry her to victory."
She just started playing the ga Bobby introduced her to, and although she’s much better than Enna Clark, she’s still far behind Bobby, who’s been playing for a while.
Recently, she’s simply obsessed with this ga, playing it whenever she has ti.
Finally having the chance to play with Bobby, she certainly wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to be carried by the ’ga master.’
Even though the famous ’master’ on the leaderboard is only nine years old, she shalessly takes advantage of it. As long as she doesn’t ntion it, who would know? So she hugs Bobby’s leg with utmost confidence.
...
On the other side, Enna is forced to take off her shoes, standing barefoot on the sand, and the fine grains slip through her toes. Unable to resist, she grabs the arm of the person beside her and lowers her voice, saying, "Baron Lawrence, are you really going to play? I can’t."
She’s never been into sports since childhood.
Back in school, running even eight hundred ters was a struggle, let alone getting involved in beach volleyball, which she has never tried before.
"Given they dared to challenge , why not play?" There’s no room for retreat in Baron Lawrence’s vocabulary. He squints his eagle-like eyes, looks down at Enna’s clean face, and suddenly reaches out to pinch her cheek, saying, "Do you know how to play dodgeball?"
Of course, she knows dodgeball!
"I know."
"Later, just pretend you’re playing dodgeball. If you see the volleyball flying your way, run farther away, don’t be so slow like a snail that you get hit by the ball!"
"..." Even if she isn’t great at beach volleyball, like Bobby likes to say, if she doesn’t have knowledge, at least she has common sense, if not common sense, at least she watches TV. Who in volleyball sees the ball coming and dodges? If she dodges, what happens to the competition?
It seems Baron Lawrence knows what she’s thinking. His deep, dark eyes are unfathomable, and the rose-colored thin lips brush together, warning her again, "Rember, the mont you see the ball, dodge! Enna Clark, you’re not smart enough already; if you get hit by the ball a couple more tis, I really suspect the few brain cells you have left will be knocked out. For the sake of your future children’s intelligence, you’re better off dodging."
You’re not smart enough already; if you get hit by the ball a couple more tis, I really suspect the few brain cells you have left will all get knocked out—
Enna’s temples throb twice, about to open her mouth to retort.
Suddenly, the man talking to her leans down abruptly, pressing his soft lips against hers, sealing her lips. Taking advantage of her opening her mouth, he directly invades, giving her an overwhelmingly passionate kiss!
Enna is caught off guard by the kiss.
When she cos to her senses, he’s already withdrawn, ending the kiss as swift as a blaze.
Those stunningly beautiful eyes, like obsidian, reflect her shadow. His voice is hoarse, speaking slowly and distinctly in a volu only they can hear, "Enna Clark, sotis I want to pin you to the bed and never let you get up!"
Luckily she’s not any rcenary or business spy, or else he would really die under her hands, and he’d do so willingly!
Because he wants her!
Always wanting her!
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