The man yawned and lazily lay on the beach, raising a hand to beckon Yan Xiaye over.
Yan Xiaye curiously regarded him, slowly walking to his side and stopping.
"Sir, what's the matter?"
The man lifted his eyes to look at her, naturally instructing, "Go get me two bottles of beer, cold ones."
"..."
Since she had just sat on his sofa, Yan Xiaye nodded, willingly following his request.
Not far from the bonfire, various alcoholic drinks were placed in boxes filled with ice, available for anyone to take.
Thinking of the light blue bottle in the man's hand, Chu Muyu's slender fingers flicked through the ice, searching for the same brand.
Just as she finally found her target and was about to leave, an incongruous cold snort came from behind her: "Woman, what are you doing here?"
Yan Xiaye stopped, a few lines of doubt appearing on Qingmei's small face, unsure if the person was speaking to her.
