In the hot summer, treading upon the soft sands soaked in cool water could be a very soothing experience. The coolness dispersed the hotness inside her body through her feet.
“Oh my! You dodged twice in a row! You are nimble! When did you become a nimble fat person?” Luo Yuanjun moved up behind Lin Wenwen to the beach. There was no water there, but he could use the sands!
“Alright, Yuanjun,” Deng Chenfei’s cold voice was heard, “Be quiet! Do you want to suffer a stomachache?”
Tomorrow, they would spend a day on the yacht. They prepared to wear swimsuits because they might go down in the water in a shallow area or do some surfing.
“She certainly won’t,” said Qin Jiao.
“Oh, that’s right,” Qin Jiao said with laughter.
