U.S. Virgin Islands, about eighty nautical miles from the island, Li Yifei and the Saintess sat on a yacht. It was noon, the sun was bright, and the weather was hot. Hearing the Saintess' call, Li Yifei put down the fishing rod, walked to the side, picked up a bottle of sunblock, squeezed some into his palm, rubbed his hands together, and gently applied it on the Saintess' delicate, fair skin.
Compared to the fair skin of Huaxia women, the Saintess, as a purebred Caucasian, had even fairer skin, yet not as rough or hairy as those Caucasian women. The Saintess didn't have much body hair, perhaps due to her training. Her skin felt great to the touch, and even smoother after applying the sunblock.
The Saintess wore a bikini, her figure fully on display. Li Yifei's hand brushed across her abdomen, and he could clearly see the muscle lines on her stomach. He couldn't help but praise, "I like your kind of figure."
