Chapter 052: Swimming Together

Sensing the awkward silence, Le Xiaotian asked, "Swimming or diving?"

Not knowing what to do, Chen Fang replied, "Let's swim first."

Upon hearing her answer, Le Xiaotian began organizing the four female attendants. The reason for requesting female attendants was, of course, because of Chen Fang's presence.

Leaving Chen Fang some space, Le Xiaotian stepped into the garden and began directing everything.

Arranging the roses, moving the lounge chairs, increasing the supply of red wine and various beverages. The outdoor speakers, the record player, connecting the computer—everything was carried out in an orderly fashion.

Having someone to train with made Le Xiaotian genuinely happy.

Meanwhile, Chen Fang, in the room, felt her heart pounding rapidly.

She seldom swam, especially not in front of a man in a swimsuit. This was a major problem for her.

Now, with things between her and Le Xiaotian so ambiguous, she looked at the swimsuits she had prepared and felt dissatisfied with every one of them.

In the end, she had no choice but to go out with the female attendant to pick a new swimsuit.

Once Le Xiaotian learned of this, he immediately requested the Blue Moon Hotel to change the pool water. After all, it had already been changed the night before.

Only after everything was ready did Le Xiaotian dismiss the attendants.

After waiting another ten minutes or so, Chen Fang returned and stepped out of the bathroom.

The moment she stood before him, Le Xiaotian’s eyes lit up.

Silky hair, delicate features, a slender neck, a graceful figure—the black lace bandeau was exactly his favorite.

Though it appeared more conservative than a bra, the effect of this tightly wrapped style was absolutely fatal.

It gave her chest a roundness, smoothness, fullness, and richness that, at least in Le Xiaotian’s eyes, was irresistible.

Likewise, she wore black hip-hugging swim bottoms.

This outfit, in Le Xiaotian’s opinion, was far more enticing than a bikini.

The obvious heat in his gaze and his deepened breath made Chen Fang secretly delighted.

As the saying goes, a woman dresses up for the one who appreciates her. Chen Fang was no exception.

Although she exercised regularly and kept her figure strictly in check, the thought that she was already in her thirties while Le Xiaotian was only twenty-three gave her a touch of feminine anxiety.

But the result spoke for itself.

Swallowing discreetly, Le Xiaotian stepped aside for her. "How about a race? I’ll swim twice as many laps as you."

Silence easily leads the mind astray. Relieved, Chen Fang replied, "Sure. This way, I can see if you’re fit for the All-Star Extreme Challenge’s swimming event."

Le Xiaotian grinned, "That’s exactly what I was thinking. If I can’t do it, I’ll choose another event."

Joking as they went, the two of them walked into the large garden.

Now, the sunlight had grown warm, and the air was filled with an intoxicating fragrance, lifting both their spirits.

Standing on the poolside tiles to warm up, Chen Fang smiled, "Let’s not be too formal. Whoever swims faster wins."

Le Xiaotian, coming back to himself, said, "You’re right."

His answer was so unrelated that it made Chen Fang’s heart sweet as honey. After finishing her warm-up, she dove into the pool.

Regaining his composure, Le Xiaotian followed her into the water.

No equipment, just pure swimming—enjoying the morning with her in the water, Chen Fang was truly happy.

She kicked like a frog, pushing back and gliding forward. Drawing her legs in, heels close to her hips, knees shoulder-width apart. As she drew her legs in, she parted them slowly, turning her feet outward, then kicked hard behind and floated for a moment.

Chen Fang opted for the breaststroke, which, though slow, was highly effective.

Gradually, as she swam, she found her rhythm and felt more and more comfortable.

But soon, she sensed something was off.

Though Le Xiaotian had some injuries, his speed shouldn’t have been this slow—she was already nearly across the pool.

Suddenly, Chen Fang’s cheeks flushed bright red, and her whole body stiffened.

Could he be peeking at her from behind?

Well, she was right! Le Xiaotian wanted to admit it.

He was now troubled, because the moment he entered the water, he was stunned.

Chen Fang had chosen the widely practiced breaststroke, and what mattered wasn’t the stroke itself, but the way her legs opened and closed in front of him. It was enough to drive any man crazy.

With such a vision ahead, Le Xiaotian would have had to be a saint to remain calm.

As time passed with no sign of Le Xiaotian catching up, Chen Fang became even more certain of her suspicion.

Thinking this, she grew increasingly flustered, her whole body heating up, feeling as though she could feel that burning gaze.

Her embarrassment made her movements less fluid, her speed slower, and her kicks awkward.

Le Xiaotian, observing these obvious changes, realized the awkwardness of the situation and felt a bit embarrassed himself.

Reluctantly, he tore his gaze away and quickly swam past her. "I let you have a lap; that should count for something. Don’t fall behind now!"

Shameless!

Watching Le Xiaotian act as if nothing had happened, Chen Fang couldn’t help but mutter inwardly.

However, the previous ambiguous atmosphere dissipated, replaced by a sense of relaxation.

Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, Chen Fang loosened up and became more natural. "We haven’t settled on a bet yet. Who wins or loses is still up in the air. I happen to be quite formidable."

Turning around, Le Xiaotian backstroked and laughed, "Haha, Xiaofang, you’re not exactly modest! How about this: whoever wins gets a thousand wishes?"

Chen Fang rolled her eyes at him. "Can’t you be a little less shameless?"

Raising his eyebrows and slowing his pace, Le Xiaotian’s voice turned gentle. "Then can the bet be for any condition? For example, you know what I mean."

Between people, words account for only about 30% of communication—the rest is all in expressions and body language.

Though Le Xiaotian hadn’t spelled out the condition, his body language made his meaning crystal clear.

Catching his intent, Chen Fang chided him softly, "How can you think of such things?"

Le Xiaotian replied matter-of-factly, "Young men are full of energy; seeing a beauty, one can’t help but want more. You can’t blame me for that—you’re just too beautiful."

With a splash of water, Chen Fang, uncertain, said, "I’m already in my thirties—hardly as good as you say."

Le Xiaotian immediately replied, "You have no idea how exquisite your figure is, how mesmerizing your aura. If you walked down the street in this outfit, every head would turn—one hundred percent."

Chen Fang retorted insincerely, "With a sweet mouth like yours, I bet you’ve led many young girls astray, haven’t you?"

Le Xiaotian laughed, "Not at all—most beauties don’t even notice me."

With the topic opened up, they both relaxed even further.

What seemed like a wagerless competition was growing more and more intense.

Chasing and teasing each other, the atmosphere grew ever more harmonious.

At last, as Chen Fang climbed from the pool, her long hair whipping behind her, Le Xiaotian couldn’t help but mutter to himself—a real enchantress!