"NO!" Leng Zirui shook his head with a smile, "Because I've already found a new lover."
"Oh?" Roselia blinked, teasingly asked, "Who's it this time, FBI or CIA?!"
"Of course not." Knowing she was referring to Roy's encounter with the international police before, Leng Zirui merely raised his hand to push away her arm and leaned lazily against the back of the chair, "This time it's truly a beauty!"
As the two joked, the speedboat had already started, breaking waves as it left the port, heading into the depths of the sea.
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Time never shifts according to anyone's will; it moves forward unhurriedly from night to morning. Whether Luo Xiaoqian wished it or not, morning finally arrived.
Standing by the window, watching the sun slowly rise above the horizon, observing the golden morning light spreading across the sea. Despite the beautiful scenery, Luo Xiaoqian was in no mood to enjoy it.
