Baisha Bay.
The sun is shining brightly, and the sea breeze is gently blowing.
Jiang Cheng is sprawled out in a "big" shape, lying completely on a luxurious, soft beach bed, basking in the sun and comfortably squinting his eyes.
"Mmm..."
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng slightly opens his mouth, letting out a vague groan.
"What's wrong, Mr. Island Master, did I hurt you?"
Hearing the sound, Monica, who is straddling Jiang Cheng's back in a horseback-riding posture, blinks her bright, big eyes and asks somewhat apologetically.
"Mmm... It's nothing, Monica, your French massage is just too comfortable." Jiang Cheng lets out another groan, complimenting without reservation.
Hearing Jiang Cheng's praise, Monica lifts her wrist, lightly wiping the fragrant sweat off her forehead. Her face shows a shy blush as she says, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Island Master. Your recognition is my greatest honor. If you like it, I'm willing to serve you every day, and of course... at night too."
