In the following few days, Cisco took great care of Orson, and he became extremely clingy to her.

Worried that Malon and those human traffickers might come to the island, Cisco decided to leave once she saw that his injuries had mostly healed.

Looking at Orson, who threw himself into her arms, Cisco stroked his thick black hair as if she were spoiling a child. Her red lips parted gently.

"Orson, I'm leaving. You..."

But halfway through her words, Cisco saw that the usually well - behaved Orson had red - rimmed eyes, and tears were welling up and falling, making him look incredibly pitiful.

"Sister, it's all my fault. I've been disturbing you these days."

Orson lowered his head, concealing the madness and possessiveness in his eyes.

These past few days, he had come to know Cisco very well.

She was a gentle, kind, and intelligent girl.

Through their time together, he felt as if his heart was sinking deeper and deeper.

He had thought he would never have a weakness, but now it seemed he just hadn't met her yet.

Force himself to stay with her?

No, no, no.

That was too crude.

He was the heir of the East Los Angeles Mafia, and he had no shortage of ways to manipulate people's minds.

For a woman like Cisco, who responded better to kindness than to force, retreating in order to advance would be more effective.

Cisco looked at the young man in front of her, who seemed reluctant to burden her, and the harsh words died on her lips.

"Sister, I'm afraid they'll come back to take revenge on you."

Orson's deep voice carried an unparalleled sense of loneliness.

He turned around and went back to the bed, lying there dejectedly.

Cisco bit her lip, struggled for a moment, and then gave in.

"Orson, don't talk nonsense. I'll take you with me."

Cisco said, mentally hyping herself up.

"Really?"

Orson suddenly sat up, asking in disbelief.

His eyes sparkled with a light she had never seen before.

But after the initial surprise, his head drooped again, looking exactly like a dog that had done something wrong.

"No, sister. I can't burden you."

With that, he lay back down, burying himself in the white quilt.

Seeing his appearance, Cisco became even more determined in her decision.

She even felt ashamed of her earlier thought of leaving him alone on Labuan Island.

Little did she know that Orson, with his head buried in the quilt, had eyes as deep as a pool. He curled his lips, clearly in a very good mood.

Cisco checked them out of the hotel.

After having some fast food for a quick meal, they headed to the dock.

"Sister, there are a lot of people at the dock, and it's easy to be noticed. What if those human traffickers spot us..."

Orson thought for a moment, propped his head up, and his eyes held not only innocence but also a hint of unease.

"How about we pretend to be a loving couple? Look, everyone around us is like that." He pouted, looking around, and his voice carried a touch of shyness.

Cisco instinctively wanted to refuse.

Then she heard Orson's voice, as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"I saw that's how they do it. If sister doesn't want to, it's okay.

" After saying that, his eyes were filled with tears, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Cisco's heart melted at his look.

She looked around and noticed that the dock was filled with affectionate couples.

Her fair face flushed with heat.

"No, no. Your suggestion makes sense."

After a moment of hesitation, she added, "I think we can give it a try."

Orson lowered his head, his long fingers intertwined.

Hearing her words, his fingertips dug into his palm. His heart felt like it was being electrocuted, a tingling sensation spreading through him.

The corners of his lips couldn't help but turn up.

He looked up and casually placed his hand on her waist, gently holding it.

Even through the fabric of her dress, he could feel the smooth and delicate touch.

His tongue instinctively pressed against his back teeth, and the heat in his palm was almost making him lose his rationality.

Cisco took out a pair of sunglasses and leaned into his arms. Her eyes warily scanned the surroundings from time to time.

"Cisco, get closer. What couple would stay so far apart?"

Orson said with a smile. When Cisco looked at him, he had an innocent expression again.

There were benches on both sides of the ship for passengers to rest.

But at the moment, with people coming and going, there were no empty seats.

At his words, Cisco leaned closer to him.

Her fair arm pressed against Orson's chest, making his Adam's apple bob twice.

The ship started sailing, and the deck was still bustling.

The waves on both sides, accompanied by the cool sea breeze, rolled in.

But the refreshing wind couldn't dispel the heat on Cisco's face.

Just now, due to the crowded people, she accidentally bumped her face into Orson's body. When she came to her senses and looked up, she found that her face was pressed against his chest.

His firm chest was right in front of her face, causing her face to turn bright red.

Orson noticed all these little details.

He pursed his thin lips, but a wide smile still burst out from his throat.

Cisco stood up straight and couldn't help but give Orson a glare.

Orson's smile grew wider, his heart filled with a pleasant tingle.

The black sunglasses couldn't hide the coquettish look on the woman in front of him.

The ship soon arrived at Semporna.

The two got off the dock along with the crowd.

Several messages popped up on Cisco's Facebook.

Seeing that they were from Lily, her originally good mood instantly soured, and for a moment, she forgot to keep a distance from Orson.

Orson, whose arm was around her slender waist, keenly sensed the change in her mood.

A strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Sister, is it your boyfriend looking for you?"

Hearing the voice beside her, Cisco brought her distracted mind back.

"Hehe, soon he won't be."

A sea breeze blew, and her jet - black hair fluttered, with some strands getting caught on Orson's shoulder, making him feel itchy.

Perhaps because her mind was wandering, Cisco didn't notice the man beside her looking at her with burning eyes.

His hand on her slender waist trembled slightly, and then he restrained himself and withdrew it.

Cisco was about to return to the hotel when her phone "dinged" again.

When she opened it, it was still from Lily.

She was still posting various revealing photos on her social media account.

The thin bikini could hardly conceal her curvy figure. Cisco checked the location: Semporna.

Cisco looked towards the beach.

Even though the beach in Semporna was so large and there were so many tourists, she could still hear the familiar coquettish voice.

It only took her about ten minutes to find where Lily and Allen were.

From a distance, the two seemed to be having a great time.

Allen was wearing beach shorts, his upper body bare, laughing heartily.

There was a Chanel handbag slung around his neck.

Without guessing, Cisco knew it belonged to his childhood friend.

He was also holding a pair of high - heel shoes in his hand, and Lily was lying on his back, smiling from ear to ear.

Their shoulders were touching, and Lily's chest was pressed against his back.

It was obvious that Allen was enjoying it.

Cisco averted her gaze and stared into the distance.

After watching the two for a while, Orson keenly sensed something.

"Sister, does your boyfriend treat you well? Like that man over there treats his girlfriend?"

The words, with a slight lilt, were somewhat playful. The man, seemingly innocent, pointed at the two intertwined figures not far away.

Cisco didn't say anything.