In April, all things revive, and the spring breeze brings a touch of warmth.
On a pleasant afternoon, sunlight, like golden threads, spilled across the expansive golf course of Liyue Manor.
The emerald green grass shimmered with a soft luster under the sunlight, as if each blade of grass was edged with a thin layer of gold.
The stadium is surrounded by lush trees, whose branches sway gently, casting dappled shadows.
In the distance, several elegant cottages stand quietly, their white walls and red tiles standing out against the lush green background.
Chu Liyue wore a lake-blue satin shirt dress with a sexy white low-cut camisole underneath, revealing her slender swan neck and alluring expanse of snow-white skin at the chest.
She wore a pair of white high boots on her slender legs, revealing half of her fair calves.
She walked gracefully and casually to the parasol, put down the steaming cup of water she was holding, and then looked into the distance with her deep, beautiful eyes.
There were three figures standing side by side, swinging their golf clubs.
It was Xiao Wujie, Lu Zhufeng, and Ai Ruoman, all dressed in white T-shirts and sweatpants, with professional golf shoes on their feet.
Of the three, Lu Zhufeng is undoubtedly the best at playing ball. He is strong and powerful, with amazing arm strength, and also possesses excellent skills.
With each swing, the white golf ball makes a "whoosh" sound, cutting through the air and flying into the distance along a perfect arc.
Xiao Wujie's skills were decent, but he was frail and weak, and his arm strength was weak. No matter how good his skills were, the distance the ball could fly was limited.
Of the three, Ai Ruoman undoubtedly performed the worst. It wasn't that she lacked skill or strength; she was simply out of form.
Xiao Wujie fell seriously ill, and she suffered the most.
To take care of Xiao Wujie, their master stayed indoors and moved all business online. However, within this vast industrial group, there were many things that couldn't be resolved online.
So all these good things naturally fell into her lap, and she was so busy that she barely had time to rest, almost 24 hours a day.
Her hair was falling out in clumps, her dark circles were spreading outwards, and her sore eyes and exhausted legs almost caused her to lose her job.
The master finally had a change of heart today and gave her a day off to relax and play golf with Xiao Wujie.
What she really wanted to say was that the best way to help her relax was to let her go back to her room and cultivate immortality. But since her master thought that playing golf would help her relax, could she really say that playing golf would only make her more tired?
Sigh~
If leaders cared less about their subordinates, the subordinates' lives would be a million times happier!
But no matter how tiring it is, the bonus is several times higher!
She had to earn this money, even if it meant she had to cry.
It is often said that golf is not just a sport, but more like a process of letting go and clearing one's mind.
View the golf ball in front of you as the various troubles in life, and each swing of the club is a way of letting go of those troubles and unpleasantness.
Xiao Wujie had no objection to this, but compared to playing golf during the day, he actually preferred to stroll on the golf course at night, enjoying the breeze in the open fields.
In his previous life, he often bought a golf course ticket late at night when no one was around, not to play the ball, but to stroll around and let his heart gradually calm down.
At night, the golf course loses its daytime hustle and bustle and competition, offering instead a sense of tranquility and freedom for individuals.
Beneath my feet was soft, fine grass, and above me was a vast, boundless starry sky.
Strolling through it, the hustle and bustle and fatigue of the day seem to be carried away by the night, leaving only inner peace and tranquility.
However, whether it's a stroll at night or a swing during the day, it's all a form of self-cultivation. Life is like a journey, with more than just the small pond in front of you; there are also distant stars and the vast ocean.
How can one appreciate the diverse beauty of life if they remain confined to the circle they draw for themselves?
Furthermore, he had been bedridden for the past few days, and Chu Liyue had finally taken pity on him and let him out for some fresh air. He was content as long as he could breathe some fresh air from outside the room.
The three played for a while longer, and when they saw that Chu Liyue was already standing in the distance waiting, they put away their clubs and walked under the parasol.
In Chu Liyue's view, sweat glistened on the boy's smooth skin, and a slight blush appeared on his originally pale and bloodless face.
His hair was slightly damp with sweat, with a few strands clinging neatly to his forehead, adding a touch of casual handsomeness.
Bathed in sunlight, his eyes were clear and bright. Noticing her gaze, he smiled gently.
That gentle smile seemed to penetrate people's hearts and reach the depths of her soul.
This scene is as beautiful as a painting.
If possible, Chu Liyue hoped that all the beauty in this world could be intertwined with the boy in the painting!
In a daze, the boy in the painting stood before me, facing the light, his devilishly handsome face like a finely sculpted work of art, leaving no room for criticism.
The gentle smile at the corner of her mouth seemed to light up the whole world.
He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair that had been ruffled by the wind from her face. The faint scent of sweat on his body mingled with the fragrance of her perfume in the air.
She involuntarily reached out and covered his face, gently wiping away the sweat. Her usually calm and indifferent eyes, as deep as a still pool, were now stirred into a pool of tender, flowing spring water.
Chu Liyue pulled Xiao Wujie to sit down beside her and handed him the cup of hot water she had brought.
The water was a little hot. Xiao Wujie held the cup in one hand, gently blew on it, and sipped it.
She immediately took his other free hand and gently massaged the back of his hand with its distinct knuckles.
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