"Same color."

"How is it not the same one as last time?" Pretending to examine the beach towel, she continued to gaze at his legs.

Darn beach towel, move aside more!

No, wait.

Perhaps it was because of the beach towel that he seemed even more attractive.

'But I still really want to flip it open all at once!'

"The stripes are not the same." Kiyono Lin slightly spread her legs forward and backward, seemingly allowing the beach towel to unfold.

But halfway through, she stopped moving, and those little legs that were about to be exposed hid back under the beach towel.

"It doesn't matter which one it was, let's go swimming," she glanced at Dubian Che and turned to walk toward the stern of the boat.

'Not showing you,' that was what her eyes conveyed.

'Turned out exposed... but once we get in the water, I'll be able to see anyway.'

The five of them walked toward the stern deck.

"Let's have a jet ski battle!" Before entering the water, Mrs. Kiyono excitedly said, "Mothers in one team, daughters in another!"

"Not playing." Kiyono Lin picked up an inflatable bed, intending to lazily drift on the seawater.

"Then I'll team up with Dubian." Jiutiao Meiji said.

Just as Kiyono Lin was about to throw the inflatable bed into the sea, she heard her and stopped her motion.

"Kiyono family in one team, the Jiutiao family in another," she said coldly.

"Okay." Jiutiao Meiji smiled.

Both the mothers were accustomed to plans failing and didn't feel disappointed or insist.

Each mother-daughter pair rode a jet ski.

The mothers drove the jet skis while the daughters sat behind using water guns, with Dubian Che acting as the referee.

"Being a referee... how do you decide who loses? How do you decide who wins?" Dubian Che asked.

"There's no winning or losing." Jiutiao Meiji straddled the back seat of the jet ski.

"Understood, just venting." Dubian Che nodded, "The game, begins!"

"Hold tight!" Both mothers shouted, twisting the throttle, and the jet skis shot out.

The mothers were having a blast and showcased impressive skills, constantly creating shooting angles for their daughters.

Whether the daughters were playing or not, their water guns didn't stop for a second.

They could dodge each other when both had ammunition, but when one ran out and had to slow down to reload...

That scene, unsure whether to call it an ammunition baptism or a hair washing.

Dubian Che, in knee-length board shorts and still wearing a t-shirt.

He sat at the edge of the deck, legs soaking in the seawater, hands propped behind him, watching the four enjoying themselves "merrily."

"Now's the time! Lin!"

It was Jiutiao Meiji's turn to reload; Mrs. Jiutiao slowed down slightly, allowing Mrs. Kiyono to steer the jet ski closer.

Completely drenched, Kiyono Lin, holding a large water gun, stood up, the barrel aimed at Jiutiao Meiji's face.

"Ah!" The one who screamed was Kiyono Lin.

She slipped and fell into the water from the jet ski.

"Hahaha, so weak, Lin!" Jiutiao Meiji laughed loudly and mockingly.

Even while mocking, she didn't forget to load her ammunition.

Because Kiyono Lin fell into the sea, Mrs. Kiyono had to stop completely.

Jiutiao Meiji was waiting for the moment Kiyono Lin climbed back onto the jet ski.

At that time, whether it was the face, the back, the stomach, or the buttocks and thighs, all were up to her.

However, Kiyono Lin, discarding her water gun, dived and vanished from sight.

"Referee!" Jiutiao Meiji shouted.

"Hahaha!" Dubian Che burst into loud laughter.

While laughing, suddenly a figure sprung up in front of him—it was Kiyono Lin.

In the distance, the sun was red, her face coated in a layer of dusk's golden light, her usually untouchable demeanor now warm and bright.

It wasn't a special moment, nothing extraordinary happened, just a very ordinary instant:

Dubian Che sat at the stern deck, laughing joyfully, and suddenly Kiyono Lin emerged from the water right in front of him.

Her ebony black hair, soaked with water, clung to her face.

In that moment, they locked eyes.

The sunset's glow shifted across their faces, each constantly growing in the other's heart, occupying their entire being.

Their hearts made a sound, thumping rapidly, very fast.

If this had been their first meeting, they might have fallen in love.

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