"Thomas Shannon, your clothes are all wet, let’s go back."
"No."
Thomas Shannon continued to apply sunscreen lotion to her face. "Take off your sunglasses."
Sophie Sullivan took off her sunglasses and closed her eyes. "Hurry up, the sunshine is too glaring..."
Looking at her trembling long eyelashes and the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, his lips curved into a smile. He lowered his head, ready to give her a light peck on her lips.
A shadow fell over her, and Sophie Sullivan suddenly opened her eyes, ducking her head to the side, successfully avoiding his kiss.
Sophie Sullivan’s lips curled into a smug grin. "Trying to sneak a kiss on ? No way!" Her triumphant little expression was incredibly cocky.
Thomas Shannon pinched her chin with one hand. "Not bothered by the glaring sunshine now, are you?"
Sophie Sullivan grumbled, urging him, "Hurry up and apply it for ."
"Close your eyes."
"Oh." Sophie Sullivan closed her eyes.
Without any hesitation, Thomas Shannon went in for the kiss.
Sophie Sullivan: "..."
She had calculated everything, but still overlooked his shalessness.
Finally, after the sunscreen lotion was applied, Sophie Sullivan was permitted to put her sunglasses back on. A few Arabians then arrived with so jeep-cars.
Sophie Sullivan stared, her mouth agape. She turned her head to look at the man next to her. "Thomas Shannon, you tell , what is this for?"
"Why don’t you guess?"
"It’s not what I think, is it?"
"Let’s hear it."
Sophie Sullivan swallowed hard, then uttered with a feeling of utter despair, "Desert surfing."
"Brilliant!" Thomas Shannon said with a smile, praising her generously.
"I... don’t... want to!" Sophie Sullivan enunciated each word, her voice trembling.
She twisted around, wanting to run, but Thomas Shannon quickly grabbed her slender waist and pulled her against himself.
Sophie Sullivan struggled fiercely, raising her hands and hitting his chest nonstop. "Thomas Shannon, I don’t like it, don’t force ."
Thomas Shannon grabbed her jaw with one hand, forcing her to look up at him.
In her sunglasses, he could clearly see his own reflection. His voice was icy. "Listen, maniac, if you don’t want to play, I’ll give you other options. Surf, or make love with here. Pick one."
What on earth was this ghastly choice?
Obviously, it was forcing her to accept all his arrangents!
Sophie Sullivan took a deep breath, exhaling a long, turbid air. She repeated this action several tis before clenching her teeth. "Surf."
"Good girl."
Thomas Shannon’s lips curved into a smile. "Get in the car."
The Arabians opened the car door, and Thomas Shannon got in first.
Although her heart scread ’no’ a hundred tis, at this point, Sophie Sullivan could only steel herself and get into the car.
Charlie River took the passenger’s seat. After buckling his seatbelt, he asked, "Young Master, can we start?"
"Yeah."
Charlie River looked at the driver and signaled him to start.
Sophie Sullivan gripped the armrest tightly, taking deep breaths, constantly deep breathing.
The man beside her laughed deeply, seemingly mocking her cowardice.
Sophie Sullivan shot him an annoyed stare. "Thomas Shannon, could you have a little sympathy?"
Still laughing!
She was in this state, and he still had the nerve to laugh!
Thomas Shannon just smiled without saying anything. He seed to have discovered what Sophie was afraid of.
Good, he’d finally found one of her little weaknesses.
The jeep-car started moving. The sand dunes undulated, stretching endlessly up and down.
The jeep-car sped across the sand dunes, diving sharply down one and swiftly climbing up the next.
After a few rounds, Sophie Sullivan’s head was spinning, and her stomach was churning.
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