[Warning: Mild snu snu in the beginning of the chapter. You have been warned.]

"Mine," he grunted, pounding her into the ground.

"Yes!" she yelled, her nails digging into her sweaty back.

With a grunt, he emptied himself deep into her. After coming down, he rolled them so that she was on top of his chest. She was so consumed with bliss and without a care in the world that she drifted to sleep under the golden warmth of the sun.

Mo Qingchen felt her go limp on him and waited until he was sure she won't wake up to put her on the floor. He picked her up and walked her over to the bed. After placing her down on the soft mattress, he sprinted to the bathroom to get a hot towel, a bowl of water, and some dry towels.

For the next few minutes, he wriggled the dry towel under her and spread her open. A smile crawled up his lips as he wiped her down. He had noticed how she liked to clean herself up after sex. She whimpered and moved around at the stimulation and Mo Qingchen was almost sure she came.

When Qian Meng awoke, she was in bed overlooking the ocean. She stretched, feeling incredibly good. And then she blushed on remembering how she must have come to be there.

Sitting up, she looked for her husband. As she looked for him, she pulled her phone out. Li Min had left her updates and she went through them. She gave Li Min a call, spoke about work, and then hung up.

Mo Qingchen was easy to spot. He was still out in the open natural pool in their hut. It was long and she saw him swimming with powerful strokes.

She spotted her bikini and put it back on before dipping into the water. It was warm and relaxing as she waded out to join him.

"Qingchen," she called as she neared him.

He came up and hugged her gently. "You should rest a little longer. Did you have a good nap?"

Qian Meng smiled. "I did. Missed you," she hummed.

He gave her a crooked grin. "Did you?"

They played in the water for hours. He would pick her up and toss her into the water as she tried to get away. She was a good swimmer but he was faster. There were soft touches, breast grabs, and gentle caresses that made her feel really beautiful.

After their play, he let her wrap her legs around his waist and goad him on as he got her back to her floor. They dried themselves off and Mo Qingchen wanted to make love once again.

"Don't you want to eat one last meal before returning home?" she asked. There was conflict on his face but finally, food won over.

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"I want to go back to Bora Bora already," Qian Meng whined.

"Sure. I will turn the car and take you to the airport," Mo Qingchen responded.

"Now?" Qian Meng asked seriously. He laughed and shook his head at her.

"We're not even home yet. And I know you will regret it once we get on the plane again."

Qian Meng sighed and turned her head to look out of the window. "I miss it, really."

"Already?" he asked.

"Already. I have never been anywhere so beautiful. You don't miss it?" she asked curiously.

"I didn't get enough time with the place to miss it." He chuckled. "I was preoccupied with taking care of you. And to be honest, I am glad to be almost home. It was nice to get away for a while but I am anxious to get back into my routine."

"What a stiff," she teased with the roll of her eyes.

Mo Qingchen laughed and continued driving happily down the highway. "I would like to see how you react once the calls from your office become more frequent. You'd be hopping like a bunny for me to take you home then."

"True."

They drove the rest of the way back to the house in relative silence. They were both exhausted and it was evident in their lack of conversation.

As they pulled up the long and winding driveway, Mo Qingchen hit put his head out, and motioned for the guard to open the gate.

"Is that Yize?" Mo Qingchen said suddenly as he slowed to a stop.

Qian Meng blinked. "What? Where?"

"I think she is pulling up behind us."

Qian Meng turned to look over her shoulder out of the back window and sure enough, Mo Yize was pulling up behind them in her car.

"Weird that she would come today," Qian Meng muttered.

She unfastened her seatbelt and was about to open the door when she found that it was locked.

"What are you doing? Open it," she demanded.

Mo Qingchen shook his head. "Sit tight. I will open the door for you." His eyes held a smile as he opened his door and slid out. Qian Meng watched as he walked over to her side and opened the door.

"What now?" Qian Meng asked, amused. She watched as he bent down and slid his hand behind her and under her knees.

"Carry you over the threshold," he stated calmly. Her eyes widened as she felt her body lift off the seat.

"That's not necessary!" Qian Meng protested. She felt imbalanced for a second and wrapped her arms around Mo Qingchen's neck for support. "Are you trying to be romantic in front of your sister?" she asked.

"Don't care if she sees. We don't have a tradition in our relationship, so I am instilling some. Do you have a problem?" he challenged.

"I do," she responded. He chucked her protests away and started walked towards the main door.

Qian Meng looked over his shoulder and saw Mo Yize get out of her car at the same time and move towards them, sprinting to catch up.

She had her purse slung over one shoulder and another was holding a grocery bag in the opposite hand.