"So many shells, so pretty."
The first wave receded quietly, leaving handfuls of shells embedded in the soft sandy beach.
Carlo squinted his eyes, watching that joyous figure and listening to that silvery laughter. What was so attractive about this woman that Ye Mo would marry her?
Lan Xin Ai, her skirt hitched up, had managed to pick up quite a few pretty little shells in no time at all. The shells, spread like colorful gems on the beach, were so hard to resist. She had no choice but to use her skirt to carry the shells.
"This one's really pretty, and this one too." Lan Xin Ai had just picked up one shell when she spied another, a red one. She reached out for it.
A pair of shiny black leather shoes came into view.
Lan Xin Ai raised an eyebrow, instinctively looking up along the man's legs. He was wearing black casual wear, his eyes as mesmerizing as ocean waves, a sight to behold.