What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

The sea breeze was a bit noisy.

But compared to the suffocating hell on the deck, this little storm is nothing.

Wearing sunglasses, Lu Li huddled on the edge of the deck chair, trying to reduce his presence to below sea level.

Unfortunately, it was completely useless.

On this luxury yacht named "Poseidon".

He, Lu Li, was the Tang Monk who entered the Spider Cave, surrounded by female demons who wished they could devour him whole.

Shen Weilan was the first to make a move.

This girl is here today purely to kill him.

A pure white lace bikini.

The amount of fabric used is ridiculously small; it's truly economical.

Those few thin straps were tied together tremblingly.

It looks... very unscientific and very flimsy.

Even Lu Li, a seasoned veteran who has watched countless films and is as calm as still water, couldn't help but feel his Adam's apple bob up and down.

[This fabric...did the manufacturer cut corners?]

Which cadre could withstand this test?!

Shen Weilan walked barefoot on the deck.

Her toes were round and white, painted with cherry red nail polish.

He tilted his head and blinked, looking in Lu Li's direction.

Wink~

Pure and innocent, sweet beyond measure, and incredibly potent.

Next up was Gu Qingcheng.

The style has suddenly changed; high-level matches are here.

A royal blue one-piece swimsuit.

At first glance, they seem conservative, but in reality, they are full of scheming.

The cut was so perfect, it seemed to be an extension of her body, perfectly outlining every curve, and her waist-to-hip ratio was simply unfair.

The right areas are full and voluptuous, while the unwanted fat is completely absent, exuding a sophisticated, ascetic allure.

She was holding two colorful cocktails.

The range of motion in the waist is precisely calculated for each step taken.

This is not walking on the deck.

This is clearly walking the Cannes red carpet!

Even through his sunglasses, Lu Li was whistling wildly in his mind.

[No wonder she's a film queen.]

Those legs, that waist, that presence.

If this were hanging in the Louvre, even the Mona Lisa would have to give way overnight.

Gu Qingcheng walked up to Lu Li and handed him a glass of wine.

Her eyes were glazed over, and her voice was like a mint candy soaked in ice, both sweet and cool.

"Mr. Lu, would you do me the honor?"

Just as he reached out his hand, a Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere.

A long, slender, and aloof hand, painted with burgundy nail polish, directly intercepted the prize.

He took the glass of wine.

Look up.

He drank it all in one gulp.

The wine slid down her swan-like neck and disappeared into her deep cleavage, not a drop left.

Su Feiyan has arrived, bringing with her imposing queen-like aura.

The black, high-cut swimsuit with a large cutout at the side waist creates an extreme visual shock against the backdrop of snow-white skin and black fabric.

She slammed the empty wine glass heavily onto the small round table next to her.

"Smack."

Crisp and resolute.

"Working hours".

"Drinking alcohol is prohibited."

Gu Qingcheng's perfect fake smile froze for a moment.

Su Feiyan didn't even glance at her, and waved her hand.

He turned around, walked to the recliner, and lay down.

She turned her head, her peach blossom eyes looking at Lu Li through her sunglasses, and beckoned with her finger.

"come over."

"Get to work."

Two sharp glares instantly pierced Lu Li's back.

On the left is Shen Weilan looking at the unfaithful man with a resentful expression.

On the right is Gu Qingcheng's silent and aggrieved accusation.

In the middle is Su Feiyan's blatant threat.

Lu Li felt like he wasn't on vacation, but undergoing a tribulation.

But what can he do?

Lu Li took the bottle of coconut oil and walked over with a stiff upper lip.

He poured oil into his palm and placed his hand on Su Feiyan's back.

slip.

Tender.

Lu Li's fingertips traced the muscle lines on both sides of the spine.

[Master-level Massage Technique], activated.

Every press hit her right on her sensitive spot.

Su Feiyan buried her face in her arms, and her previously tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

I almost hummed a little.

She could only bite her lower lip tightly, her toes curled up, gripping the recliner firmly.

As Lu Li pressed the button, he frantically spammed his mind with comments.

To be fair...

[This appearance is truly impeccable; it's like Nuwa's graduation project.]

It would be nice if I couldn't speak.

She's practically the pinnacle of high-quality women!

"hiss--"

Su Feiyan grabbed him with her other hand, her grip quite ruthless, specifically targeting the tenderest, softest parts of his body.

It even went around clockwise.

She remained lying there, her voice languid.

"Are you cursing me in your heart?"

"Um?"

Lu Li quickly put on a standard fawning smile, his survival instincts instantly kicking in.

The men worked even harder, as if they were using every ounce of strength they had.

"No way, Mr. Su!"

"I am praising the wonders of the Creator!"

"How could anyone sculpt such a perfect piece!"

My admiration for you is like a surging river, never-ending, and like the Yellow River overflowing its banks, unstoppable...

It's being pressed here.

The commotion over there wasn't quiet either; a tea ceremony performance had begun.

"oops……"

Gu Qingcheng held her forehead, her body swaying weakly.

She looked like she was possessed by Lin Daiyu, about to collapse at any moment.

"This sun is so strong."

"I feel a little dizzy."

"Maybe I drank too fast just now."

"Mr. Lu...do you know how to massage temples?"

"Could you help me too...?"

Her acting skills are truly worthy of an award-winning actress.

Su Feiyan clearly stole and drank that glass of wine just now.

Why are you drunk?

Is the air intoxicating?

So you mean "it's not the wine that intoxicates, it's the person who gets drunk"?

the other side.

Shen Weilan is holding a selfie stick and is live-streaming.

That girl is incredibly clever.

The camera was only pointed at the sea and the blue sky, resolutely refusing to show faces.

But her voice was sickeningly sweet, with a sugar content of four plus signs.

"Oh, the sun is so nice today!"

"Brother-in-law~"

"The sunscreen over there seems to work better!"

"Please apply some for me too~"

As he spoke, a hand reached out.

He grabbed Lu Li's free hand and pulled it slightly into the camera's view.

Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, Lu Li's long, strong hand with its distinct knuckles, and the priceless Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, instantly ignited the live stream.

The live chat was flooded with comments, causing an uproar.

[Holy crap! That move! I'm done for!]

[Is this the legendary number one fan?]

That fleeting glimpse of a Patek Philippe is enough to keep me busy for three hundred years!

Lu Li felt like he was about to crack, physically cracking.

Three women, eight hundred schemes.

He's just a salted fish with a seven-second memory.

Who can afford to play this game?!

If we stay any longer, we'll be eaten up, leaving not even bones.

"that……"

Lu Li abruptly withdrew his hand and gave Su Feiyan a final pat on the back.

Then, with a serious expression, he pushed up his glasses, looking as if he were discussing a multi-million dollar business deal.

"We don't seem to have enough ice."

"This is a high-end cocktail."

"Without ice, there is no soul."

"As a special assistant."

"I have a responsibility to ensure the quality of Mr. Su's drinks; I must be meticulous!"

"I'll go cut some ice."

After saying that, he slipped away unnoticed.

It darted away faster than a rabbit, disappearing into the deck entrance.

Only three women were left on the deck, staring at each other.

As the sea breeze blows, you can almost hear the crackling and popping sounds of sparks in the air.

The calm before the storm?

No.

This is the storm itself.