"Sister..."

Seeing Cisco pull her hand back, Orson looked pitiful. Cisco always felt that there was a strong, invasive aura about this man.

But when she looked closely, Orson's eyes were innocent, tinged with a bit of disappointment.

She then thought back to how she and Allen first met. At that time, they were in college. Allen, the son of a billionaire, was well - known on campus.

Love letters piled up in his desk drawer every day.

Since they were taking the same major course and were assigned to the same group, they got to know each other formally.

They studied together, discussed problems together.

As time went by, Allen became extremely dependent on her. Later, Allen publicly posted on the school's forum that he was going to pursue her.

Countless girls in the school envied her good fortune.

But Cisco only regarded him as a friend and didn't want to date him.

Her dormitory friends thought she was ungrateful. After all, he was the son of a billionaire, chasing after a "Cinderella" like her.

Rumors spread on campus that she was being pretentious and that all of this was just a ploy to attract men.

She didn't care and just wanted to study hard. But later, when many girls tried to bully her, Allen came to her rescue.

At that moment, she thought he was like a beam of light, saving her.

Later, when he asked her to date him, Cisco, against her usual self, agreed.

However, she set three rules, stating that she would only give herself to him when they got married.

Allen readily agreed at that time and even found her a job after graduation.

Cisco wasn't willing, but she couldn't resist her boyfriend's firm attitude.

In the end, she softened, but still insisted on participating in the job interview on her own without using any connections.

Seven years of dating passed in a flash.

The initial love couldn't withstand the passage of time.

They talked less and less, and eventually, Allen got tired of her nagging.

He would often shout at her in anger, "Why are you always like my aunt, trying to control me?"

As time went on, she got into the habit of speaking less.

Cisco didn't blame Lily.

Even without her, the rift between her and Allen would have grown wider.

Lily's provocation was just a catalyst, making her completely give up on Allen.

"Sister..."

The man's plaintive voice came again, pulling Cisco back from her memories to reality.

The man in front of her had deep - set eyes and slanting, sword - like eyebrows.

His narrow eyes now held a touch of grievance and caution.

His thick eyelashes curled upwards at the ends, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised. His pupils were filled with her reflection.

Cisco didn't know why, but her face couldn't help but turn red again.

"How about we go for a walk?"

"Sister..." The man's plaintive voice came again, pulling Cisco back from her memories to reality.

In front of her had deep - set eyes and slanting, sword - like eyebrows.

His narrow eyes now held a touch of grievance and caution. His thick eyelashes curled upwards at the ends, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised.

His pupils were filled with her reflection.

Cisco didn't know why, but her face couldn't help but turn red again.

"How about we go for a walk?"

The green sea water was crystal - clear, and the white clouds drifted leisurely. Ahead was the green sea.

Many tourists chose to take small boats, paddling with rafts, their faces lighting up with smiles.

Seeing many couples embracing in the small boats, Orson couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

"Sister, do you want to take a boat?"

A simple - dressed little boy ran up. He was a Bajau, living by this sea all his life. Since childhood, they had made a living by fishing in the sea.

At this moment, he wore a pure and innocent smile, looking calm and free from worldly desires.

Cisco gently stroked his little head. "Okay."

She stepped forward and chose a small boat.

Different from the luxurious cruise ships she had taken before, this small boat was simple and humble, but it brought Cisco nothing but warmth.

As the small boat started to sway unsteadily, a sense of hit.

"Be careful."

The man's voice was low and husky.

His tall and slender figure quickly wrapped around Cisco.

Cisco lost her balance, but fortunately, Orson caught her in time.

When she came to her senses, she realized how intimate their posture was.

Orson's lips curved slightly, and his hand tightly grasped Cisco's waist.

The arm supporting her waist had clear, firm lines. The bulging muscles were full of explosive power, giving people a strong sense of security.

He held her in his arms, his face close to Cisco's, and his warm lips seemed to brush against something.

Cisco felt something brush against her cheek, and the hot breath disappeared in an instant.

After standing up straight and regaining her balance, she realized what had happened after a moment of thought.

Heat rose to her face again, and she was so ashamed that she almost couldn't lift her head.

"Cisco, look."

Orson stretched out his long index finger and pointed into the distance.

Cisco's gaze shifted, and a school of fish was jumping merrily. Well, everywhere exuded a sense of freedom.

Cisco had never imagined that one day she could be so leisurely.

Compared to the nervousness in the workplace, where she didn't dare to be the least bit careless, and the submissiveness in front of Allen, to the point that she even started to dislike herself, she threw all these troubles away, casting them into the affectionate and romantic river.

The boats around creaked.

Countless tourists were laughing and chatting animatedly, and three or two children were playing, scooping up a splash of clear spring water.

Gradually, joy ignited in Cisco's eyes, and she left behind the gloom of breaking up with Allen.

"Smile."

The pleasant male voice came. Without thinking,

Cisco knew it was Orson. As she turned her head, she saw him holding a phone towards her.

"You're so beautiful!"

Hearing the man's admiring tone, the heat that had subsided began to stir again.

"Sister, what's your Facebook account? I'll send you the photos."

Orson showed Cisco the beautiful scenery he had captured.

In the photo, the woman was beaming, her eyes as bright as the starry sky, radiating an unprecedented light.

The white skin against the blue sky made everything look so beautiful and harmonious.

"Okay."

Cisco opened her phone and gave Orson her account name.

Soon, she received a follow - up notification.

Then, a photo of herself popped up in the chat window.

Orson saved the photo in his album. Looking at Cisco's profile picture, he felt very proud.

The boat traveled for an hour and then turned back.

When they got off the boat, they saw a lot of people queuing up ahead.

Orson looked up. "You can go diving up ahead."

He suddenly turned his head and suggested, "Sister, let's go diving."

Cisco looked hesitant. She glanced at the people coming and going around her and bit her lip.

Shaking her head, she said, "Forget it. There are too many people."

Orson was a bit disappointed, but he didn't force her at all.

Seeing his slightly dejected expression, Cisco's heart skipped a beat.

"How about we go swimming?"

Hearing her suggestion, Orson's face split into a smile.

He playfully leaned close to Cisco's ear and said, "Sister, want to try on a bikini?"

Cisco's cheeks instantly turned bright red.

The heat rushed to her head, uncontrollable.

It was like a blazing fire, with an irresistible temperature, burning in Malaysia, blooming only for him.