Soon, the car stopped by the seaside in Dongya. Lin Yan checked the time; it was four in the afternoon. The sun hadn't set yet, so the timing was perfect.
After parking the car, Lin Yan and Su Mojin opened their doors and got out.
The beach was vast. As soon as they stepped out, Lin Yan saw a stretch of golden sand meeting an endless blue. This boundless blue evoked the same feeling as when Lin Yan had seen Dongya's wheat fields – clear, immense, with a primal sense of being far removed from modernity.
The beach was large, but not crowded. This was a common trait of Dongya; it had a small population. Even though this season was likely peak tourist season for Dongya, the number of people couldn't compare to China. Su Mojin seemed to really like the environment. She let go of Lin Yan's hand, spread her arms wide, and felt the sea breeze.
"Doesn't it make you want to stay here?"
Seeing her, Lin Yan stood beside her and smiled, his sword-like eyebrows framing his sharp eyes.
"Yes, the environment here is very good. After being accustomed to big cities, this place feels so primitive. Can we come here for vacation often in the future?"
Su Mojin looked at the beach, her gaze softening. This was why Lin Yan had been so fond of this place. Without the hustle and bustle of a big city, it was ideal for retirement.
"Of course, we can."
They stayed there for a while. Seeing that Lin Yan had no intention of leaving, Su Mojin spoke up, her voice soft.
"Didn't you say you wanted to buy a swimsuit? Why aren't we going yet!"
Su Mojin pointed to a swimsuit shop not far away and prepared to pull Lin Yan along.
They arrived at the entrance of the swimsuit shop. The proprietress was a local. Upon seeing Lin Yan and Su Mojin, she greeted them warmly.
"What kind of styles are you looking for?"
Her English was standard. Although Dongya's language was very similar to English, it wasn't English. This proprietress had clearly adapted to cater to customers, as English had a wider reach.
"You recommend them for us."
Both Lin Yan and Su Mojin understood English.
Seeing a hint of shyness on Su Mojin's face, the proprietress immediately adopted a knowing expression and recommended two styles to Lin Yan.
One was a men's style, and the other was a women's. Both were sky blue. The men's style was a simple pair of shorts, along with some miscellaneous items like goggles.
The women's style was a two-piece. Just looking at it made one's blood race. Even Lin Yan couldn't help but touch his nose awkwardly. It was simply too revealing, so much so that it looked less like a swimsuit and more like… lingerie.
However, the style was quite attractive, and it was the style Lin Yan liked.
Looking at the small piece of fabric the proprietress held in her hand, Su Mojin, feeling a bit flustered, tightened her grip on Lin Yan's hand. Although she had been mentally prepared, it was just too small.
Seeing Su Mojin's expression, the proprietress quickly recovered. Being a professional, she soon brought out another item with more fabric. This time, the bottom part wasn't a string bikini but a short skirt, which looked quite eye-catching, yet it was much more modest than the previous one. The top part was the same. Upon seeing this style, Su Mojin breathed a sigh of relief. This one was more acceptable to her; the previous one was a bit…
"Okay, we'll take these two sets. Wrap them up for me."
Lin Yan was decisive and bought them immediately.
"Ah, no, do you want the previous one too?"
"That one is for wearing separately at home," Lin Yan whispered into Su Mojin's ear.
Su Mojin naturally understood what Lin Yan meant by "wearing separately." She didn't say anything more, her ears turning a rosy pink.
With the swimsuits bought, they also picked up some local snacks from a street vendor before driving back towards their villa.
By the time they returned home, it was already five in the evening, just in time for dinner. Lin Yan glanced at the house opposite theirs; there was still no sign of activity. He couldn't help but wonder if his master didn't live there.
After a few glances, Lin Yan looked away, not dwelling on it.
After parking the car, Lin Yan took the snacks and swimsuits from the trunk. Su Mojin thoughtfully came to help, but Lin Yan refused. Lin Yan never forgot that his wife was pregnant, so how could he bear to let his precious wife carry things?
They had a simple dinner at the table. There was still durian-flavored grilled meat, but Lin Yan had gotten more accustomed to it this time.
In order for him to be able to eat durian openly in the future, Su Mojin had dragged Lin Yan into it.
"Wife, how about you wear them for me tonight…" Lin Yan whispered from under the covers, his head buried. Across the room, also shrouded in darkness, Su Mojin blinked her eyes, her shy face hidden by the gloom.
"The doctor said… said, for the first two months, we can't… What if you can't hold back…" Her voice was sweet and coy. Lin Yan guessed that his wife's face must be flushed.
"Then we'll use the method from last time," Lin Yan said shamelessly.
After a moment, two small heads peeked out from under the covers. Su Mojin lifted a corner of the blanket and tiptoed out of the room. In less than two minutes, she slipped back in and burrowed into the covers.
…
The next morning, Su Mojin woke up early and was washing clothes in the bathroom. She had washed them once when they bought them back, but unexpectedly, they were dirty again after just one night.
You rascal!
Su Mojin heard the snoring from the room next door and silently chided him in her heart. However, when she put the clothes in the dryer, she tiptoed over and closed the door tightly.
Five minutes later, the clothes were dry. Since there wasn't much fabric, Su Mojin carefully folded them and then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
At eight in the morning, Lin Yan got out of bed, stretched, and moved his limbs. Seeing that the person beside him had already disappeared, Lin Yan couldn't help but recall what happened last night, a smile on his face.
With such a wife, what more could a man ask for!
He had to admit, his wife's figure was truly amazing. If he hadn't had good self-control, he might have almost given in yesterday.
He got out of bed. The warm breakfast was fresh out of the oven – simple and plain, a bowl of porridge and some side dishes. When they first moved in, they had stocked the refrigerator with some items, but not much, so they couldn't make elaborate dishes.