After having fun, it was almost time for lunch.
Lance took Deanna to the dining room, pulled out a chair for her like a gentleman, and said gently, "Let's eat first. After lunch, we'll rest for a while, and in the afternoon, I'll take you to the beach. There are some natives there."
"Natives?" Deanna looked over in surprise.
Lance nodded and explained, "When this island was first discovered, there was a primitive tribe living here. Over time, as people came to educate them, it has now become a small village."
Hearing this, Deanna nodded and smiled, "Then let's go see them this afternoon."
Later, after lunch, the couple went to the main courtyard to rest.
After nearly two hours of sleep, Deanna and Lance got ready and headed to the beach.
On the way, they sat in a sightseeing car, enjoying the gentle breeze.
Before long, they arrived at their destination-a vast golden beach with many people either standing or running around, all having a good time.
Lance and Deanna walked hand in hand.
Their striking looks and different skin tones quickly caught the attention of others on the beach.
"Are they new tourists on the island? They look so nice."
"I really like that big sister. I wonder if she'll play with us."
"Let's go ask that big sister to play with us."
Some bold kids suggested this, and soon others agreed.
Deanna was unaware of this.
She walked beside Lance, admiring the scenery.
Lance noticed the children running towards them and frowned slightly but did not stop them.
By then, the kids had reached them but were too shy to speak, just staring at Deanna.
It was only then that Deanna noticed them and asked, "Do you need something?"
Hearing this, the kids looked at each other, too shy to speak.
Finally, a small girl was pushed forward.
The children behind her urged, "Eva, you talk to the pretty sister."
Eva, the small girl, shyly looked at Deanna. She tried to speak several times but couldn't muster the courage.
Seeing this, Deanna patiently asked again in a soft voice, "Do you have something to say to me?"
Eva nodded and hesitated for a few seconds before gathering her courage to speak.
"Pretty sister, we want to invite you to play volleyball with us. Would you like to join us?"
She said it all in one breath and looked at Deanna expectantly.
Deanna was momentarily stunned, not expecting an invitation to play.
Seeing the hopeful eyes of the children, Deanna couldn't bear to refuse and smiled, "I'm not very good at volleyball. If you don't mind me being bad at it, I'll play with you for a while."
"Great!"
The kids jumped up and down in excitement upon hearing her agreement.
Then they looked at Lance and asked softly, "Will this big brother play with us too?"
Hearing this, Deanna looked at Lance and asked, "Do you want to join us?"
"Sure," Lance agreed since Deanna had already said yes.
Thus, they were surrounded by children and led to the beach to play volleyball.
To be fair, Deanna and Lance were on opposing teams.
Knowing Lance's athletic ability, Deanna jokingly pleaded, "My fiance, go easy on me. Don't make me lose too badly."
Lance raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled warmly, "If I go easy on you, how will you repay me?"
"I'll cook something delicious for you tonight," Deanna said knowingly.
Lance saw her mischievous eyes and smiled meaningfully. "That works too. But I'll decide what we eat."
For some reason, Deanna felt something was off about his words but couldn't pinpoint what it was and let it go.
Soon, the game began.
At first, both sides were evenly matched.
Lance's team would win a point and then deliberately let Deanna's team win one.
As time passed, both sides' stamina waned.
Especially on Deanna's side; they were exhausted.
Lance seemed composed despite being slightly out of breath.
In the end, Deanna's team lost the game.
By then, it was evening.
The couple said goodbye to the children and walked back.
Although they lost, Deanna had a great time and asked Lance with a smile, "What do you want for dinner? I'll make it for you."
Hearing this, Lance pulled her into his arms.
He leaned close to her ear and said in a low, seductive voice, "I want to have you."