Hawaii's climate remains relatively stable, with little seasonal variation.

The hottest months are August and September, while February and March record the lowest temperatures.

Even during these coldest months, average daily highs reach 26.5°C, with average lows of 18°C—conditions perfect for tourists from around the world to bask in swimsuits on sun-kissed beaches.

The tourism peak seasons span December to Easter and June to early September. This period sees overcrowded attractions across the eight major islands, but remains untouched by the secluded private island housing Wang Zhuo's personal beach sanctuary.

Shallow turquoise waters glitter with golden sand beneath, coral gardens teeming with vibrant tropical fish in every imaginable hue. A warm ocean breeze rustles towering coconut palms while the sand lies undisturbed and spotless under their shade.

At noon, a balmy south wind caresses bare skin after skimming sunlit shores. The silver yacht remains anchored offshore as Siyuan—introduced to tourists as Wang Zhuo's "cousin"—keeps her distance with a local guide fishing in the crystalline shallows.

Wang Zhuo's English fluency had long surpassed spoken competence, though he'd overlooked historical legal nuances. In Britain, second-degree cousin marriages remain lawful, rendering such familial descriptors mere window dressing for ambiguous relationships... though Eileen cared little about these intricacies now that her heart belonged entirely to Wang Zhuo.

Beneath a spreading coconut tree's dappled shade, a large blanket lay spread under billowing cumulus clouds and vibrant red blooms. The scene was the perfect picnic setting—except it wasn't food being savored today.

No, this reversal of fortune would soon see Wang Zhuo becoming Eileen's delicacy. Studies suggest optimal romantic settings follow this hierarchy: home < hotel room < car < wild outdoor encounters. "Wild" here meaning unobstructed natural intimacy where architectural barriers disappear entirely—though Hawaii's private beaches remain legal exceptions to the rule.

Coconut fronds whisper in the warm breeze as Wang Zhuo and Eileen lie intertwined on their blanket. The dry sand provides a unique tactile experience unlike any mattress, with its springless yet responsive cushioning.

Eileen's skin appears translucent under sunlight, her delicate waist tapering into an alluring curvature before rounding into pert curves that rebound like liquid silk beneath Wang Zhuo's fingertips.

Saris and bikini now discarded, the blonde girl lies bare in a halo of sunlit hair spilling between blanket and sand. Her kisses carry an indistinct sweetness as their breathing syncs—rekindling desires long restrained by professional obligations.

This time, no work-related interruptions would spoil the reconnection. Wang Zhuo carefully adjusts his position, casting off vibrant swim trunks while Eileen watches with a mixture of longing and mischief in her gaze.

"This time we're not filming," he grins, reclining to let the sand mold around him before gesturing cheekily for her attention. The girl blushes as she arranges her hair at the nape, her posture accentuating curves that prompt another spontaneous hand from Wang Zhuo.

"Now the whole world knows it's here," Eileen teases, pointing between his legs. "Unfortunately they'll never experience what's coming next," he replies, pulling her head down with an arm draped behind hers like a lover's noose.

In this intimate moment beneath tropical sunbeams, their whispered banter dissolves into shared pleasures. The girl's movements recall childhood games of forced eye convergence—first through staring at fingertips until vision warps inward—but now these "concentration exercises" take on new meaning as she reaches halfway before meeting Wang Zhuo's amused gaze.

Far away on the yacht, Siyuan watches through binoculars from the second deck. From this vantage point, silhouettes against sand merge seamlessly—until magnification reveals telling details: Eileen's back arching in that familiar pose, Wang Zhuo's hands cradling her head as their movements create rhythmic shadows.

"This one won't be able to resist," she mutters to herself when spotting the unmistakable V-sign directed right at her. The binoculars catch only peripheries now—until Wang Zhuo deliberately shifts angles just for dramatic effect before giving that cheeky acknowledgment.

Meanwhile, Eileen's performance evolves from hesitant participant to confident seductress. She studies his reactions mid-movement, experimenting with tongue placement until coaxed smiles emerge. Their dynamic has shifted; this isn't conquest but collaboration, each move a shared discovery rather than singular domination.

The yacht remains anchored in shallow waters as Siyuan lowers her binoculars with resigned amusement. Below on the beach, another round of intimate exploration unfolds—this time culminating not in restrained release but mutual surrender as Wang Zhuo gently pushes Eileen's face back to their blanket, signaling the start of a new chapter in their relationship.