When they left the Central Plains, it was the late spring in the regions south of the Yangtze River.

  Two months had passed before the large ship sailed across the South Sea and anchored at the wealthiest large island among the Luzon archipelago. In the height of summer, the warm breeze blowing from the multi-island sea was soft enough to relax one's bones, leaving people listless and limp, unwilling to exert the slightest bit of strength, just wanting to close their eyes and fall sound asleep.

  Hua Duomei truly doted on herself, she would not exert effort if she did not want to, she was even too lazy to walk, and simply curled up entirely in the arms of her man.

  Half an hour later, the large ship docked at the island's pier. Dock workers unloaded the cargo, counted it, and delivered it to the main warehouse at the pier.

  Soon after, the large ship was towed to another area for routine maintenance and removal of attachments from the ship's bottom.

  Lei Salang handed over the follow-up matters to his men who stayed here and did not return to the Central Plains, then swung onto the horse prepared for him and rode away from the pier.

  Of course, there was still a pampered, limp body slumped in his arm! Hua Duomei had been like a boneless creature the entire time, letting him carry her everywhere, holding her up and down.

  As for why Hua Duomei was not so lazy that she actually fell asleep, it was because the exotic scenery in front of her was so abundant, completely different from the water towns south of the Yangtze River.

  The people here have darker skin, more profound facial features than Central Plains people. Women, while petite, are mostly exquisitely shaped, while most men are lean and wiry. Most notably, men wear very little fabric—especially the working men at the pier, who only wrap a wide cloth around their waists to make a pant-skirt, exposing their lean upper bodies and two strong, powerful calves.

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  Alas, what a pity, she prefers tall, fierce, sturdy men. If every man here was built like the men from the Western Desert, she would be so happy she'd lose her mind!

  Suddenly, everything went dark before her eyes, the warm heat from a thick, rough palm warmed her eyelids.

  "What are you looking at?" The male voice was deep and muffled, as if a hard lump was stuck in his throat.

  She pulled that big palm down, her snow-white arm looked even more tender and fair against his bronze-colored back of the hand.

  Meeting the man's deep black pupils, she leaned against his chest, lazily breaking into a smile.

  "I'm looking at how the men here aren't tall and sturdy enough, they don't quite match the looks I like. But even though they're a bit shorter, they're still compact and capable, can't be underestimated..."

  Lei Salang narrowed his eyes, his black brows lifted, and stared straight at the delicate face in his arms. At this moment, they were riding the same horse, hooves stepping slowly along Buddha Avenue. This street is the main street on the large island, it got its name from the pure copper four-faced Buddha enshrined in the center of the street. Shops line both sides of the street, trade is very busy. A rich fragrance drifts through the prosperous and noisy atmosphere, the scent naturally blends into the air and sea breeze, gently seeping into the heart.

  Taking a deep breath of the inexplicable fragrance, Hua Duomei slowly blinked her eyes, rubbed her cheek coquettishly against his chest, and continued: "Then I thought, if the tall, sturdy men I favor showed their chests and legs, only wrapped in a waist cloth, it would make my mouth dry, my whole body wet and hot, hot and itchy all over."

  Is there any woman more unreserved than her?

  Lei Salang's narrowed eyes widened in shock.

  Her eyes are wild and alluring, she looked at one exposed male body after another with great relish, unable to stop. He was originally feeling very sour, but when he heard the words "favor" and "tall, sturdy man", for some reason, the stuffy anger stuck in his chest dissipated a little.

  When it comes down to it, who can he blame? Doesn't he also favor a woman just like her? She doesn't know reserve, so he will indulge along with her. She doesn't know restraint, so he will go mad along with her.

  "Huh? Master Lei Salang, you're blushing!" Her fingertips flirtatiously scraped against the man's jaw.

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