Luxury cruise ship with an outdoor pool and bar.

A dazzling disco ball hangs high above the bar, its light reflecting off the water and creating a flowing play of light and shadow on the surface. Dynamic music booms from the speakers, the sound waves rippling through the air, causing everyone present to sway along.

The revelers, dressed in swimsuits, played and frolicked, fully enjoying the unbridled life on the luxury cruise ship.

In the center of the pool, a cleverly designed bar stands quietly, like an island, standing out strikingly on the shimmering water. A circle of elegant bar stools surrounds the bar, awaiting the arrival of guests.

Inside the bar, the bartender wore a black collared shirt, and his neat short hair shone under the light, highlighting his well-defined face and exuding a youthful idol-like charm.

His gaze was focused and profound, and the cocktail shaker in his hand seemed to come alive, tracing graceful arcs in the air with each gentle twist and flick of his wrist. His movements were fluid and powerful, like a spectacular performance that left the audience breathless. With each tumble and leap of the shaker in his hand, colorful cocktails were born.

The pleasing scene attracted the attention of many girls. They stared intently at his every move, occasionally letting out screams and cheers.

Meanwhile, a young girl lay leisurely on a lounge chair at the edge of the pool, her gaze fixed on the boundless sea and the setting sun about to sink below the horizon. The afterglow of the sunset bathed her in a soft golden light.

On the table next to the recliner, there was a glass of tempting watermelon juice with a long straw inserted into it, one end of which was connected to the girl's slightly parted lips.

Men would occasionally approach tentatively, mustering the courage to strike up a conversation, but were politely turned down by the girl.

The girl's eyes held a faint air of detachment. She gently pulled down a wide-brimmed straw hat, covering most of her face, revealing only a few strands of soft hair and her dwindling drink.

"Beautiful lady, this drink is on you."

A boy's voice reached Chuanliu's ears.

Chuanliu spoke lazily through his hat: "Sorry, I'm allergic to alcohol, little brother."

To her surprise, the man suddenly squatted down, his familiar voice very close to her ear, his tone seductive, "It's lemon sparkling water, miss, really don't you want to consider it?"

Chuanliu paused for a moment, then took off his straw hat.

A familiar face appeared before her. The face was sharply defined, and the deep eyes were captivating.

The popular bartender in front of her curled his thin lips and raised an eyebrow at her.

Chuanliu met his gaze and chuckled softly.

She propped herself up on the recliner with her elbows, looked up at the smiling man, and said, "Young man, you look familiar. Are you here on vacation too?"

The man frowned in distress, pointed to the bar, and said, "Sigh, I'm forced by life to come here to work on the ship and earn some money."

Chuanliu sipped the last drop of watermelon juice, threw off the towel covering him, and stood up. "Working... the kind where you risk your life?"

As she moved, the man straightened up and looked down at her. "Yes, I'm strong and healthy, I take any job, selling myself is also within my business scope."

Chuanliu ignored the second half of his sentence, instead leaning closer and asking in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Whose life?"

The "bartender" chased after her, bending down slightly to whisper in her ear, "Tom Wu."

Chuanliu looked at him with some surprise, "A member of the WD interest group?"

Zhui Ming raised an eyebrow at her and said, "Tom Wu, representing the interests faction, is preparing to negotiate cooperation with the L Bureau of the peace faction. I'm responsible for killing him on the cruise ship before they meet."

Chuanliu felt somewhat helpless at Zhuiming's complete disclosure. She said in a low voice, "Don't you need to keep your employer's secrets?"

Zhuiming leaned close to her ear again, "I have no secrets from you."

The latter gently pushed against the man's chest with one finger, feeling his firm muscles even through his shirt. However, the girl remained unmoved, saying, "Never mind, I'm afraid Zhou Zheng will kill me if he finds out."

Zhuiming chuckled, "You really can't hide anything from me."

As he spoke, he suddenly leaned forward and kissed the girl's cheek, leaving her with the words, "I'll come find you when I'm done."

Then they left the outdoor swimming pool.

Sunset.

After having dinner, Chuanliu returned to his cruise ship suite, filled the bathtub with hot water, and prepared to take a good bath.

Just as she finished preparing everything in the bathroom and wrapped herself in a towel to relax, the door to the room suddenly turned and the sound of it unlocking came from inside.

The girl picked up the bronze sculpture on the wall, ready to smash it, but the next second she saw Zhui Ming burst in.

Zhuiming wore that familiar black mask, his bangs damp with sweat.

“It’s me,” the man said.

Chuanliu then put the things he was holding back in their original place, glanced at him, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Unexpectedly, after looking around the suite, Zhuiming suddenly grabbed her and ran towards the steaming bathroom, saying, "There's no time to explain."

Before he finished speaking, he deftly removed his black clothes, instantly revealing his strong and toned physique. When Chuanliu turned around, he was already wrapped in a bath towel, sitting leisurely in the steamy bathtub.

Chuanliu couldn't help but laugh. She crossed her arms and looked the uninvited man up and down. "Could you be any more tactful?"

To her surprise, the man gestured for her to be quiet.

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