The bikini didn’t quite happen, so Sophie Smith changed into a conservative, yet very seaside-thed floral long dress.
Asher Land ca out of the bedroom after a little while.
He wore a simple white T-shirt, paired with patterned shorts that matched her dress, casual and relaxed, with sunglasses perched on his handso face, hands in pockets, his tall figure standing in front of her, casting a shadow over her head.
"Let’s go," he said.
She stood up, wrapped her arm around his, and the two walked out of the room together.
There were many n and won on the beach, all dressed lightly; Sophie glanced over at the won wearing sizzling bikinis, ...
Hmm, won daring to wear bikinis indeed have incredible figures.
She looked up to see Asher Land, he had his sunglasses on, so she couldn’t tell where he was looking.
Asher noticed her small emotions on her face, curved his lips into a slight arc, and then took off his sunglasses.
"My eyes only have you; in front of other won, I’m asexual," he leaned down, whispered softly near her ear.
Asexual?
Ha, is there really a type of asexual like him?
Sophie shook her head, pretending not to have heard anything.
Asher held her by one hand, and carried her sandals with the other.
Sophie walked barefoot on the beach, the soft fine sand tickling her soles, feeling incredibly comfortable.
She occasionally looked back at the trail of footprints she’d left behind.
This feeling was truly wonderful, and her steps grew much happier. Asher rarely saw her so lively; for so reason, his own mood lifted, too.
They settled down in a dry spot, facing the pale blue beach.
Waves rolled onto the shore, splashing up layers of water droplets.
"Will you have ti to accompany like this in the future?" She tilted her delicate little face, looking at him with so anticipation.
"Of course, if you want, we can do this every year."
Sophie naturally knew Asher’s schedule is actually very tight; without a doubt, he’s a workaholic. But he still agreed to accompany her every year?
"Okay, it’s a deal then. You better not break it."
His eyes held affection, as he lowered his head, cupped her small face, and kissed her obliviously.
People were coming and going on the beach, yet Asher showed no signs of holding back—this man had quite a thick skin.
His peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of sothing behind Sophie, leftwards. Not far under a coconut tree stood a young man in a black vest, stealthily holding a cara aid at their direction, seemingly taking pictures.
He let go of Sophie, removed his glasses, and was about to head towards him. But the man, unaffected, continued taking pictures of the beach.
"Asher Land, what’s wrong?" Sophie asked puzzled, following his gaze, but only seeing fun in the scenery.
"What are you looking at?" she asked, confused.
"Seems like soone is secretly photographing," he said with a frown.
"Secret photography? Of us?" she glanced around, only noting the man in a black vest holding a cara.
But the man had golden short hair, and a Western profile, why would he secretly photograph her?
She couldn’t narcissistically believe her fa was so great to attract foreign paparazzi.
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