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Are you going to wear this swimming later?

Isn't this the same as swimming in clothes? What's the point of a swimsuit?

Hearing his indignant tone, Chris blushed and glared at him.

"You...don't even think about doing those unhealthy things."

Seemingly feeling that this thin silk robe was not enough to guarantee her safety, Chris quickly spread out a bath towel and draped it over herself.

Seeing her wary movements, Wayne's lips twitched.

"Never mind, whatever makes you happy."

He turned his gaze back, leaned back in the almost flattened chair, and continued to close his eyes to rest.

He stopped looking in Chris's direction.

Neither of them spoke, and a moment of silence ensued.

Then, Chris's slightly aggrieved voice rang in my ears:

"Wayne... are you angry?"

Chapter 202 is because I'm falling for you.

“No,” Wayne replied casually.

He was just a little tired because he hadn't had enough sleep.

On such a sunny day, lying under the shade of an umbrella for a short rest, feeling the gentle breeze blowing across the water, is truly a rare treat.

Relax your mind and leave all your complicated thoughts behind. Suddenly, you almost feel like you're melting into the breeze and the ripples on the water.

However, Chris seemed not to believe his words.

Wayne couldn't see her face, but he could hear her somber voice.

Do you really love me?

He paused for a moment, opened his eyes, and turned his head to look.

Chris, sitting on a beach chair, hugged her knees and turned her head to the other side, refusing to let him see her expression.

"Of course it's true."

Wayne sighed inwardly.

Ever since that day when she "forced me to confess my feelings," I don't know how many times she's asked me this question.

"But why... can't I feel it?" she whispered.

Wayne: ? ? ?

We can't pretend we didn't hear that.

He jumped up, strode over aggressively, plopped down on her beach chair, and pulled her into his arms.

Greedily inhaling the faint, pleasant fragrance emanating from her, Wayne kissed her fair neck.

"Can you feel it now?" he asked.

The two people were standing very close.

They could clearly hear each other's heartbeats.

He held her close, and Chris, leaning against him, reached out a hand and placed it on his chest without any resistance.

"Is this what love is to you?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion.

Wayne said helplessly, "Then how do you want me to prove it?"

I can't really cut open my chest and take out my heart to show her, can I?

After thinking for a moment, he raised his palm, covered the back of her hand, and pressed it firmly to prevent her from letting go.

"—It seems like they're jumping very fast."

After silently reflecting for a while, she said uncertainly.

Wayne smiled slightly.

"It's because I'm falling for you."

Upon hearing his answer, Chris's eyes, as bright and clear as stars, widened slightly as she stared at him blankly.

Wayne naturally lowered his head and kissed her soft lips.

Upon touching him intimately, her body stiffened for a moment before responding just as passionately.

By the water, the two embraced and kissed passionately.

Before he knew it, Chris, who had just been sitting next to him, was now in his arms.

Although the cool breeze remained, he felt his blood boiling all over his body.

Maintaining their kissing posture, he stood up with Chris in his arms, preparing to go into the water.

"Wait, wait a minute."

Chris leaned back in a panic, bracing herself against his shoulder with one hand to create some distance.

“Take...take off this silk robe…”

She turned her face away, avoiding eye contact with Wayne.

Wayne paused.

The private pool was exceptionally quiet, with no other outsiders present.

"Or...maybe we shouldn't take them off." He looked a little embarrassed.

At this moment, Chris, who was being held in his arms, had her soft legs wrapped around his waist and her fair arms loosely around the back of his neck.

A thin silk robe separated the two, at least preventing him from making too much of a fool of himself.

If even this thin layer of fabric disappears, then he'll be in real trouble.

At the same time, he was also a little worried—

If he doesn't control his desires, he might do something that Chris can't accept yet.

Having finally mustered the courage, Chris was surprised to receive such a reply, and her face immediately flushed with a light blush of anger.

"Wayne—you should just go to hell."

She angrily let go and broke free from his embrace.

With a "plop," Chris didn't even glance at him before plunging headfirst into the water.

Wayne shook his head and slid into the water as well.

The icy pool water made him shiver and his spirits lift.

After getting used to it for a while, he pushed off the pool wall behind him, parted the water, and swam towards Chris.

Still sulking, she seemed unwilling to stay in the same water with Wayne and had already swum to the other side.

However, no matter how much she tried to dodge, her movement space was only as big as the swimming pool, and she was quickly caught by Wayne.

"Do not touch me!"

He had just taken her hand when she shook it off.

Looking at the girl beside him, her lips pursed and her cheeks puffed out like a bun, Wayne felt utterly exhausted.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those things."

Honestly, why did I have to say that extra thing?

"I'm just... afraid I might get carried away..."

Chris gave him a disdainful look: "If I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Upon hearing this, Wayne's mind went blank, and his gaze involuntarily shifted downwards.

—But you said yourself that you weren't afraid.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he moved a little closer to her.

"Then, taking it off now... is the same."

Even the coldest pool water couldn't cool him down.

After soaking for a while, it feels like the temperature of the surrounding water is rising.

Unfortunately, once the opportunity for something is missed, it is difficult to achieve it again.

"Hmph, too late."

Chris firmly refused to be intimate with Wayne in the water, citing Wayne's ungratefulness.

She swam around in the pool a couple of times before leaving the water and returning to the beach chair.

She took a sip of the mostly melted ice water and picked up the towel draped beside her to wipe the water droplets off her body.

To facilitate underwater activities, her long hair had been pulled up high and tied into a cute bun on top of her head. This round of washing only slightly dampened a few strands of hair at her temples.

Wayne followed behind her, and when she stopped swimming, he went back to the pool with her.

As he stood on the steps by the pool, water dripped incessantly from his floral-patterned shorts, as if it were raining.

Wayne bent down and laboriously twisted his trouser legs back and forth.

After frowning and looking at it for a while, Chris said coldly, "Why don't you just take it off and then wring it out?"

"..."

After a pause of a second, he felt that it was better not to keep teetering on the edge of getting beaten up.

So he readily agreed and unbuttoned his shorts, revealing his thighs covered only by his briefs.

Having observed Wayne's actions throughout, Chris's gaze sharpened for a moment before casually looking away.

A slight smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

"Chris."

Wayne deliberately moved in front of her, leaving her with nowhere to hide her restless gaze.

"Give me a bath towel to dry myself off too."

Chris, sitting in the chair, glared at him fiercely. "Didn't I bring you a clean one?"

"That one is dry, keep it for now. Wipe it with the one that's already wet, we'll be washing it later."

As he spoke, he took another step closer to Chris.

Her expression froze instantly, and she tightly closed her eyes: "Don't come any closer!"

Chapter 203 Chris, I'm not clean anymore!

Wayne couldn't help but chuckle to himself a few times, deciding to stop teasing her.

He picked up the towel she had just used to dry himself, wiped himself a few times, and then went to lie down on a beach chair.

He raised his glass, took a sip of ice water, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"This kind of life is truly decadent."

This is how a summer weekend should be spent.

Beside her, Chris snorted coldly.

Wayne turned his head, suddenly realizing that his words might be easily misunderstood, and then went to the trouble of explaining:

"Of course! I'm not saying Miss Chris's life is decadent. After all, she's working hard to win the competition."

His words made Chris's expression even more unpleasant.

"Are you making sarcastic remarks?" she said.

“Absolutely not,” Wayne said solemnly and righteously.

Chris stared at his face, observing him carefully for a while, but couldn't see anything unusual, so she reluctantly let him go.