When they arrived at the first-class cabin, the flight attendants had already prepared dinner and a bottle of red wine.

Marcel poured Lydia some good wine and raised his glass to her. "Thank you, Miss Lydia, for coming to my last-minute date."

Lydia raised her glass in return. "Then thank you, Mr. Marcel, for treating me to dinner."

After saying that, Lydia took a sip. Her mouth was full of mellowness, and the tip of her tongue was filled with the feeling of a comfortable orgy.

She used to be a sommelier, but her partner was white wine. She did not know much about red wine and had only drunk a bottle of it previously for dozens of dollars with others.

When she took a sip before, she really could not understand why there were so many ways to praise red wine.

Now that those words of praise had come to her mind after she drank this wine, and she suddenly felt that they were very accurate.

It seemed that the wine she had been drinking previously was fake.

While they were eating, Nourse reported a lot of work to Marcel. Lydia listened and ate in silence.

But when she occasionally turned to look at Marcel, she always found that he was looking at her with admiration.

The atmosphere was busy and full of ambiguity.

In less than an hour, the plane had landed and arrived at the parking lot. Marcel drove away while Nourse waited at the airport.

Half an hour later, Marcel stopped the car. Lydia got out of the car and the sea breeze blew against her face.

They actually came to the beach.

"Follow me." Marshall pulled Lydia down from the steps and slowly approached the beach.

Not long after, Lydia realized that something wasn't right. The sea seemed to be emitting light.

When they reached the beach, Lydia was extremely surprised. The sea was really emitting light!

The sea water was rippling. Under the gentle moonlight, it was glowing blue.

She stepped into the sea water. The algae under her feet emitted light as she stepped on it.

She lifted her foot, and the light disappeared again.

Lydia was pleasantly surprised. "I've only heard of fluorescent algae previously, I've finally seen it today."

"It appeared last night. Coincidentally, this beach resort is run by our group. I learned of it this morning," Marcel said as he pulled Lydia along the beach. Every step they took was bright.

Not far away, there were also people looking at the beautiful scenery, but as they watched, they were suddenly attracted by Marcel and Lydia.

Both of them were tall and fit. As they moved, they stimulated the light of the seaweed around them. Blue fluorescence surrounded them, and together with the fog of the sea, they created a hazily beautiful scene.

Lydia's skin was very white. In this blue halo, she was as beautiful as a fairy descending to the mortal world. Marcel's heart wavered a few times as he watched her.

Finally, after playing by the seaside for nearly an hour, Marcel pulled Lydia away from the seaside and went straight to the hotel not far away.

After showering in the hotel, Lydia came to the balcony. The wind blew across her face and it was very refreshing. On the opposite side was the shining sea. At this moment, as she looked at it from afar, it appeared even more spectacular than before.

Marcel came behind Lydia and hugged her waist from behind. He asked, "Is there anything else that you haven't done? Should I wait for you to finish doing anything?"

Lydia could already feel the obvious bulge between Marcel's crotch. She could not help but tease him, "I still want to read for another hour."

Marcel's body clearly stiffened for a moment. Then, he reluctantly let go. "I'll wait for you."

Lydia did not know why, but she was very happy. Then, she picked up the book and began to read.

Marcel walked around and stopped. Occasionally, he would sit down to look at Lydia. When he saw that Lydia was ignoring him, he picked up his phone and began to work.

An hour later, Marcel walked up to Lydia exactly on time, took the book out of her hand, and threw Lydia onto the sofa. He kissed her quickly, sealing her words in her lips.

His wide palm reached into Lydia's waist, and rubbed up from her hips to her breasts. Lydia's breast was so big that Marshall could not even hold it with one hand.

He massaged them gently, which made Lydia squirm.