บท 699: "Sir, keep your hands to yourself,"

As the morning sun kissed the horizon the yacht glided toward the private island looking like a spacecraft hovering over the moon. 

"We are here," said Wen Qinxi knocking on his son's cabin door before moving on. Everyone else was already awake and standing on the upper deck taking pictures and enjoying the morning sun. His son however was still in his cabin. 

Qie Xieling and Luo Muchen were still sound asleep. The gentle rocking of the yacht lulled them into a deep and restful slumber after a night of drinking and partying with everyone. 

Qie Xieling was lying in Luo Muchen's arms, their legs entangled together. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight-fitting trunks, while Luo was shirtless, his toned chest rising and falling with each breath.

The soft knock at the cabin door sounded again waking up Luo Muchen from his sleep. "You guys up?" came the sound of Wen Qinxi's voice through the door.