"Alright, you can apply it yourself on the front." Sun Dasheng grumpily handed her the olive oil.
Yang Mi rubbed the soft spot on herself and complained, "Ouch... you left a handprint on me, see for yourself."
Lying on the beach chair, Sun Dasheng, without a care in the world, put on his sunglasses and said leisurely, "Serves you right!"
"Hmph!" Yang Mi lay there sulking.
Sun Dasheng couldn't be bothered to pay attention.
"Mimi, what brings you here on vacation?"
A woman's voice suddenly came from not far away.
Yang Mi's heart skipped a beat. How is it that I come all the way here and still run into someone I know?
Just my luck.
The person approaching was quite familiar to her, it was Tang Yan from the Great Tang Poet project.
"Tang Tang, what a coincidence to see you here!" Yang Mi quickly went over to say hello.
Of course, another reason she went over proactively was that she didn't want her to know she was here with a man.
