Mia Ginger found herself lost in thought, unable to suppress a couple of silly giggles.
...
Soon enough, Koa Jackson ca out.
He wasn’t wearing a suit, just a smoky gray V-neck sweater on top with sleek black trousers below, giving off a gentle and casual hoy vibe, perhaps due to the neckline, slightly... sexy.
Koa Jackson always dressed in suits all year round, with his shirt buttons ticulously fastened, appearing fairer than most n.
Tall, yet appeared slim when clothed.
But he never gave off a feeble impression, much like the noble young n who excelled in both literature and martial arts from classic novels.
Handso, upright, with an air of aloof elegance, every move made with innate grace.
Easily making one infatuated.
Mia Ginger bit her lip, gazing at him foolishly, slightly electrified.
Koa Jackson raised a hand to dry his hair, his other hand lightly curled, beckoning her with his forefinger, saying casually, "Co here."
Mia Ginger’s eyes lit up with a smile as she obediently walked over to him.
Koa Jackson’s deep black eyes were filled with gentle ripples as he quickly finished drying his hair, then leaned down, sweeping her up in his arms.
Mia Ginger let out a light "Ah," exclaiming, "You scared ."
"I’ll carry you up," Koa Jackson said tenderly.
Mia Ginger pressed her lips into a smile, taking the initiative to kiss his eye, "Thank you, Brother Jackson."
Koa Jackson paused, "Ti for a na change."
"..." Mia Ginger looked at him foolishly.
"You should call husband." Koa Jackson’s long, black eyes curved, focusing intently on her.
Husband?
That na, she found herself having a hard ti saying it.
Mia Ginger licked her lips.
Koa Jackson raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"
"Hus...band." Mia Ginger bit her lip, pronouncing slowly.
Koa Jackson wasn’t quite satisfied, musing, "Get used to saying it often from now on, and you’ll get used to it."
"Oh." Mia Ginger responded obediently, then suddenly changed the subject, "I still prefer calling you Dr. Jackson."
Koa Jackson chuckled, "Does that an you want to take care of you for life?"
"I think I might be ill."
"..." Koa Jackson carried her outside, speechless.
Mia Ginger wrapped her soft, slender hands around his neck, whispered, "I’ve been poisoned by a type called Koa Jackson."
"Where did you learn to say such sweet stuff?" Koa Jackson asked as he walked.
"Self-taught." Mia Ginger giggled.
Koa Jackson glanced at her with a chuckle, finally reaching the middle deck, placing her by the chair next to the dining table.
Besides the control cabin and deck platform, the middle deck had a kitchen and a living room, naturally spacious, brightly lit, allowing one to easily take in the ocean’s night view through the glass window.
The swiftly moving yacht seed like a floating apartnt on the sea, fully equipped for daily life.
Mia Ginger had never experienced anything like this before.
A bit novel, a little moved, as if being spoiled.
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