You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Su Qinghe looked at herself in the bathroom mirror for a long time.

The white two-piece swimsuit clung to her body, with lace trim gently outlining a soft curve along her collarbone.

Her waist was slightly concave, and her slender waist made her look like a piece of white jade lotus root that had just been pulled out of the water.

It looks good.

But... isn't it a bit too revealing?

Su Qinghe gripped the hem of her swimsuit with both hands, pulling it down and then up, feeling that something was off.

She turned to the side and looked at her waistline in the mirror.

He turned around again and looked at his collarbone.

Then I turned around and looked... behind me.

"..."

Forget it, I'm not watching anymore.

The more I watch, the more nervous I get.

Su Qinghe took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed the large bath towel hanging to the side, wrapping herself up tightly from her neck to her knees.

That made me feel a little more at ease.

She pushed open the bathroom door and poked half her head out.

Jiang Che was sitting on the edge of the bed scrolling through his phone when he heard the noise and looked up.

Then he saw Su Qinghe huddled behind a huge white bath towel, like a little snail carrying its shell on its back, with only a pair of round eyes showing, secretly observing his expression.

Jiang Che almost burst out laughing. "What are you doing?"

Su Qinghe didn't reply. She took two steps out, holding onto the door frame, her bath towel wrapped tightly around her, as if some ferocious beast was waiting for her outside.

"Is it changed?"

"……Um."

"Then let me see it."

Su Qinghe's ears turned red instantly.

She lowered her head, twisting the edge of the bath towel between her fingers and rubbing it back and forth several times. Her mouth moved, but not a single word came out.

Jiang Che put down his phone, stood up and walked to her. Looking down at her nervous, hesitant expression, he smiled helplessly.

"Su, you've wrapped yourself up like that, how am I supposed to tell you if it looks good?"

Su Qinghe bit her lip; the inner voice of hers had already gone through three hundred rounds of fighting.

Finally, she slowly unwrapped a corner of the bath towel—

The towel slipped down her left shoulder, revealing a thin strap of her white swimsuit and a patch of fair skin.

Her collarbone was smooth and delicate, rising and falling with her slight breathing.

Then she released her other hand.

The bath towel slid down and piled up at her feet.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, filtering through the sheer curtains and transforming into a soft, warm glow that fell upon her.

The white swimsuit made her look like she had just been pulled out of milk; her skin was so white that it almost blended into the swimsuit.

The slender waistline tapers inward, flowing smoothly like a curve drawn by a machine, fluid and perfect.

The lace trim traced a subtle curve along the contours of her body.

Su Qinghe stood there, unsure of what to do with her hands, and finally crossed them in front of her, her fingers nervously clenching together.

She secretly glanced at Jiang Che.

He didn't speak.

There was silence for about two seconds.

Then he stepped forward, bent down, picked up the towel from the ground, and wrapped it back around her.

Su Qinghe was stunned.

My first thought was—does he think it looks bad?

Is this swimsuit not suitable for her?

Is it possible that her figure isn't actually as good as she thinks?

A barrage of negative thoughts flooded her mind, almost dimming Su Qinghe's eyes.

However, the next second, Jiang Che spoke up: "Well, after we go out, stay right next to me and don't leave more than a meter away."

Su Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised her head.

She saw a restrained possessiveness and a hint of tension in Jiang Che's eyes, making him look like a large dog guarding its food.

Su Qinghe took about three seconds to react, and then the corners of her mouth suddenly curved up.

The bend is particularly sharp.

She lowered her head to hide the upturned corners of her mouth, and obediently nodded, "Okay~"

My heart was already bursting with joy.

It turns out it wasn't that I thought it was ugly.

It's so beautiful that I don't want to show it to others.

Hey.

……

At 10 a.m., after changing their gear, the two met up with Bai Yuning and then went to the resort's private beach area.

The sky was an unbelievable blue, with a few small white boats scattered on the sea. The water in the shallows was crystal clear, and you could see the white sand and the slowly moving seaweed underneath.

Bai Yuning wore a simple black one-piece swimsuit and sunglasses on the pier, looking at the sea in the distance. She exuded a neat and capable aura.

After the instructor checked the snorkeling equipment for all three people, he began to explain the precautions.

Su Qinghe listened attentively, nodding frequently, but the way her hands unconsciously clenched and unclenched at her sides betrayed her nervousness.

Despite her nervousness, Su Qinghe appeared remarkably brave.

She put on her mask, put the snorkel in her mouth, and stood in the shallow water with an eager look on her face, even giving Jiang Che an "OK" sign.

However, as she walked step by step, the seawater rose from her ankles to her thighs, and from her thighs to her waist, and her pace began to slow down.

A few steps further on, the sandy seabed began to blur and become indistinct.

Suddenly, I stepped into a small hole.

Su Qinghe froze instinctively, then gripped Jiang Che's arm tightly as if she had been electrocuted.

In that instant, memories of falling into the river as a child surged up unexpectedly, like pebbles unearthed after the tide receded.

Cold water poured into my ears and nose.

Nothing could be seen; all around was chaotic darkness.

My body kept sinking, and no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't grab onto anything to hold onto.

Just then, Su Qinghe felt a strong hand gently supporting her waist.

It's Jiang Che.

Jiang Che's actions pulled her back from that memory.

He didn't rush her, nor did he say things like "Don't be afraid" or "It's okay."

He simply supported her waist with one hand, making her feel that her body wouldn't sink.

Then he gestured to her with his eyes: "Look down."

Su Qinghe hesitated for a moment, then pressed the mask against the water's surface and looked down.

Then her pupils dilated suddenly.

Beneath the clear seawater lies a vibrant, colorful world.

The soft corals bloom like flowers on the seabed, their colors ranging from pale yellow to pinkish-purple, layer upon layer.

Schools of finger-sized tropical fish swam among the coral reefs, their colors vibrant and beautiful.

There were also starfish, lying motionless on the white sand, like decorations casually scattered there.

Su Qinghe forgot her fear.

She lay on the water's surface for a very long time, so long that Jiang Che, worried she might choke on the water, gently patted her shoulder.

The girl then raised her head, took the breathing tube out of her mouth, and her eyes were filled with starlight.

"Ah Che, did you see that?! So many fish! That blue one is so pretty!"

"I saw it."

"And that purple coral! I've only ever seen it in documentaries before!"

"Me too."

"Wow, there's a starfish! Why isn't it moving? Is it sleeping?"

"Hmm...maybe? Should I go down and ask it for you?"