Female Novel
Chapter 1929: Things We Love To Do
Chapter 1929: Things We Love to Do
In a short while, Anderson also washed his hands and hurried over. The seaside was cool, and the
family gathered around the bonfire, enjoying a warm and comforting hot pot.
The sound of the waves echoed incessantly in their ears, never-ending.
With premium ingredients such as geoduck, king crab, rare shellfish, and thinly sliced turbot, coupled
with Wagyu beef and specially crafted sauces, Luther had practically transported a high-end restaurant
to the seaside. This was the epitome of indulgence.
After dinner, the sky had turned completely dark. The boundless night sky hung over them like a dome,
with countless stars enveloping the horizon, like the Milky Way within arm's reach.
Joyce lay nestled in Luther's arms, holding onto his waist, while Luther rested a hand on her swollen
belly, feeling the excitement of the unborn child.
In front of them, the bonfire brewed fragrant tea, its aroma mingling with the salty sea breeze.
Meanwhile, Anderson and Alisha played happily in the glow of the fire, a scene of extraordinary
warmth.
"Are you tired? I can carry you to the tent for a while," Luther whispered softly. "Aaron will watch the
children, and the guards are nearby."
"But I haven't helped Alisha take a bath yet," Joyce murmured. "Once they tire themselves out from
playing, it will be time for bed."
When the camper van had just arrived, she had taken a bath first, and only then had she prepared
dinner.
"It's okay, you lie down for a while. Alisha is still young, I will help her wash," Luther gently stroked her
hair.
Joyce was indeed a bit tired. She hadn't been able to rest at noon and had been busy, and now, in the
warm embrace, her eyelids grew heavier.
"Alright, but you have to watch them," she nodded.
Luther got up and carefully lifted Joyce. "Do you still not trust me?" he teased.
Joyce buried her head in his chest and chuckled softly.
Luther carried Joyce to the tent. It had a door, windows, and a living room. He placed her gently on thenovelbin
bed inside the room and lay down beside her, drawing her into his embrace.
"Rest against me for a while," Luther said, as his long fingers lightly traced her cheek, caressing her
back and forth.
Joyce closed her eyes, savoring his touch. Suddenly, she felt her forehead grow damp, knowing he
was kissing her there.
She indulged him, letting go without a care.
Her indulgence only emboldened Luther. He proceeded to kiss her lightly on the corners of her eyes,
then her cheeks, finally gently pressing his lips against hers.
At first, it was just a shallow peck, but gradually, he lost control, delving into a deep kiss.
Finally, he cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss continuously, becoming more and more
passionate, until his breath grew increasingly erratic, difficult to contain.
Though Joyce was intoxicated by his kiss, she still retained a degree of clarity.
"Don't do this here, there's light inside, and there will be reflections in the tent. And..." she paused,
feeling a bit shy, "I really don't have the energy."
Luther lightly pecked her. "I know, I'll just hold you."
He drew closer to her, itching to be intimate, but this kind of intimacy was undoubtedly a case of
grasping at straws, bringing no relief, only making it harder to bear.
Sensing his tension, Joyce knew he was struggling.
Feeling sorry for his restraint, she sighed, "Forget it, I'll help you."
With that, she reluctantly covered him with her hand.
After a long while, when Luther finally found satisfaction, he let out a long breath, his expression filled
with contentment. Joyce, exhausted, lay limp in his arms, not saying a word, falling into a deep sleep.
Luther held her, kissing her forehead once more.
He laid her flat on the bed, tidied up the surroundings, and covered her with a blanket.
The cool sea breeze wafted in, making the night exceptionally comfortable.
He turned off the light inside the tent and stepped out.
Anderson and Alisha were still sitting in the sand, playing. It was unclear who had provided the tools,
but Anderson held a small bucket in one hand and a small shovel in the other, while Alisha followed
behind, holding a flashlight.
Their cheerful laughter continued to ring out.
"Wow, big brother, there really are crabs. Quick, catch it! Oh no, it got away. It's so fast," Alisha's voice
was tinged with disappointment.
Anderson comforted her, "Don't worry, we'll definitely catch one. Didn't you pick up many pretty shells
just now? We've already had quite a harvest."
"But I want a crab," Alisha pouted. "I don't care, I want one."
Anderson, exasperated, realized that girls could be quite stubborn.
"Alright, alright, can I catch it for you?" Anderson resigned himself to continue trying to catch a crab.
There were tiny holes all over the soft sand, where the crabs would dart out swiftly and then scurry into
another hole. Their speed was like that of a flash of light, making them difficult to catch.
"Do you need my help?" Luther asked as he approached.
Luther, caught off guard, coughed a few times. "Ahem, nobody was disturbing us, Anderson just knew
when to give us space."
Anderson shot Alisha a stern look. "Daddy and mommy had something to do, and they told you not to
ask. Why are you still asking?"
Alisha blinked. "Were they doing the things they love to do?"
Anderson was at a loss, unable to determine whether Alisha didn't understand, understood perfectly, or
understood too much.
Luther was taken aback and began to cough repeatedly. "Ahem, stop talking nonsense, it's not true."
"I want to sleep in the tent!" Alisha exclaimed.
"I'll sleep in the camper," Anderson shrugged.
"Great!" Anderson was happy to sleep with his father.
At that moment, Anderson keenly noticed a crab emerge from its hole and scuttle quickly.
"Wow, there's a crab!" This time, Anderson was swift. He bent down to chase after the crab, his hands
trying to catch it.
Finally, he caught the crab and tossed it into the bucket.
Excited, he jumped and shouted, "I caught it, I caught it!"
Alisha rushed over. "Big brother, you're amazing! Yay, we caught a crab!"
Laughter and joy filled the air, drifting and echoing in the enchanting night on the beach.