Chapter 1420: Hawaii Flavor (V)

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Wet, crisp sounds rang out incessantly, droplets of water landing on a flawless, tender, beautiful body.

Several pairs of large hands kneaded and grasped at will, pinching the firm soft flesh on her arms into whatever shapes they desired.

"Luo Luo, you smell so good."

Wen Xia pat-pat-patted Luo Quan's belly, greedily inhaling the faint fragrance wafting from Luo Quan's body.

She was very curious where this scent came from, because she had recalled the smells of every perfume and bath product she had ever used, yet found absolutely no similar type.

This fragrance seemed not to act on the sense of smell, but on her soul; a light sniff could fill her entire brain, sweetly refreshing her heart and mind, as if she were about to float away.

Don't let Wen Xia's lecherous expression fool you — she was already the most restrained one among everyone.

Chun Zi and Luo Chu Yi were even more exaggerated; drool was already flowing from the corners of their mouths, their gluttonous looks as if they couldn't wait to hug Luo Quan and gnaw on her.

Compared to the back, the several women applied sunscreen oil to Luo Quan's front in an even more exaggerated amount, practically pouring it straight from the bottle sideways, letting the brown sunscreen oil slide down Luo Quan's undulating body.

Finally these liquids gathered together; Luo Quan tilted her head back and looked at the crowd speechlessly, shouting loudly: "Are you for real? It's all oil — how am I supposed to wash these pants!"

"Sorry, poured a bit too much." Wen Xia embarrassedly scratched her cheek. "How about I wipe it clean for you?"

"Dream on!" Luo Quan directly slapped Wen Xia's hand away, then stood up.

Sunscreen oil rushed down along Luo Quan's long, round thighs, instantly submerging her feet thin as cicada wings, until it flowed into the gaps of her ten slender toes.

If these weren't sunscreen oil but honey, Luo Quan would absolutely become the most alluring candy in the entire universe right now, able to draw countless people to vie for a taste of her deliciousness.

However Luo Quan had not the slightest awareness of having become a "state banquet"; looking at the mess all over her body, then at the obedient-looking girls, a "motherfucker" reached her lips but ultimately she didn't say it.

Body got dirty, what to do? Of course wash it with water.

And less than twenty meters from her was Hawaii's azure sea — what it lacked least was water.

So Luo Quan threw her sunglasses onto the beach chair, thought a moment, picked them up again, clipped them onto her swimsuit, then walked straight into the ocean.

Although Luo Quan didn't really like swimming, that didn't mean she couldn't swim.

At least doggy paddle and breaststroke she still knew.

As the world's most beautiful, doggy paddling in broad daylight would really damage her image, so Luo Quan used the slightly better-looking breaststroke.

Because her hair was too thick, after Luo Quan entered the water her golden big waves spread out directly behind her, almost covering half her butt.

Luo Quan swam a bit closer to the deep water area, her two long legs kicked several times, finally washing off quite a lot of the surrounding viscous liquid.

Wen Xia and the others were really too outrageous; normally applying sunscreen oil, a palmful is basically enough, but they directly poured a whole bottle.

Even roasting a whole pig wouldn't use this much oil!

Don't know which nerve got crossed today; from memory they weren't usually like this.

No, seems like before they were also outrageous!

Luo Quan suddenly remembered the scene when she used to soak in the bath at the villa.

Remember at that time she seemed to have accidentally drunk a sip of wine, then directly passed out.

Woke up to find herself stark naked, and it seemed they had even recorded video of her.

Their explanation was she was too good-looking, they'd never seen such a thing, so they recorded a video as a memento.

Luo Quan didn't understand what was worth recording.

Doesn't everyone have that configuration? Nothing more than her figure being a bit better, skin a bit whiter.

Could it be she still has an extra pair of hands and an extra foot compared to them?

Luo Quan simply couldn't find any place on herself that differed from ordinary people.

Perhaps this is related to 【Star Charm】.

Because her looks are too high, her body is also extremely alluring; if she exposes too much it easily makes them become obsessed.

Thinking it this way, it makes sense why Wen Xia and the others would be so abnormal.

Then how to solve it?

"No need to solve. After the host obtains the Immaculate Immortal Body, the negative effects in this aspect can be gradually eliminated, unless the host actively chooses to become a succubus who seduces all beings."

Before Luo Quan could even ask, the system took the initiative to answer.

"Sounds like the Immaculate Immortal Body has quite a lot of uses — it can even help solve this kind of trouble."

After hearing the system's explanation, Luo Quan praised with a beaming smile.

The system replied: "According to the settings, the Immaculate Immortal Body is untouched by ten thousand laws, karma does not touch the body; removing a negative effect is completely a piece of cake. In short, the host won't need to worry about any bodily problems ever again, able to maintain peak state anytime, anywhere."

Luo Quan's smile turned smug: "Looking at it this way, I really picked up a heaven-sized bargain at the Star Sea Immortal Palace."

"Character is conserved. The host is lucky now; the next period of time might..."

"Alright, you can shut up!"

Luo Quan couldn't be bothered listening to the system pour cold water, and directly muted it.

After swimming for a while, Luo Quan felt the sticky sensation on her body had mostly disappeared, turned her head and swam toward the shore.

When coming ashore, Luo Quan's tall, graceful figure was like a mermaid, leaving nearby tourists staring dumbfounded.

"My God, am I seeing things? I think I saw the legendary mermaid!"

A white-haired old white man trembled with excitement, simply unable to believe his eyes.

"I think I saw the Virgin Mary, Amen."

Beside him, a white grandma fished her reading glasses from her luggage bag, trembling as she put them on her nose bridge.

She saw hazy golden light diffusing on Luo Quan's shoulders, not knowing if it was the reflection of hair or God's pity for her.

All along Luo Quan's path, people paid her gazes of respect.

Fortunately she had brought sunglasses when entering the water, and put them on immediately after coming out, so although everyone around was staring at her, not a single person recognized her — they only thought she was some international supermodel.

After Luo Quan lay back on the beach chair, soon several young guys came over to hit on her.

To them, the area near Luo Quan was simply paradise — full of fair-skinned, beautiful young ladies, each with a figure that was extremely well-endowed.

However, as soon as they tried to approach and say a few words, they were driven away.

Because Wen Xia had put up a sign, which in English read: Inside is an Olympic women's combat athlete, no flirting, those who approach do so at their own risk!

Wen Xia did not say there was a champion here, mainly because she was afraid of being recognized.

The title of an Olympic women's combat athlete is enough on its own; if they still want to get close after saying all this, they probably aren't anything good.

For such matters, there's no need to hold back—scold if you should, nothing more to say.

"Luo Bao, you went for a swim and look even more beautiful now, like a lotus rising from the water."

Wen Xia came over again, showering Luo Quan with compliments.

"Is that so?" Luo Quan chuckled, wiped the water from her hair with a towel, and said: "As long as you don't tell me you swam off your sunscreen and need me to reapply it, that's fine."

"Hehe, how did you even learn to anticipate that?" Wen Xia shook the remaining half-bottle of sunscreen in her hand, laughing: "Since you don't like it, I won't apply it to you, Luo—just save a bit for tomorrow."

By the way, how do you plan to shoot that swimsuit photoshoot? Do you need help?

Luo Quan lay down, leisurely saying: "What help is needed? Just strike a few poses casually and it's done."

Wen Xia wondered: "That casual? Aren't you going to take some beautiful photos?"

"Those are all fake; most netizens who see me in swimwear are just here to look at my figure—who cares whether it's aesthetically pleasing or not?"

As long as the styling looks good at the time, the rest doesn't matter.

Luo Quan has a very clear understanding of netizens' thoughts.

They've been urging her day after day to shoot swimsuit photos, nothing more than wanting to see some risqué content.

Purely risqué and aesthetically risqué have no essential difference—either way, the final effect is the same.

So Luo Quan also doesn't bother putting thought into artistic flair—if it's risqué, do it well, push sensuality to the extreme, and it can still be called art.

As for what sensuality is?

She puts on a bikini, and any random pose can be called sensual.

So there's no need to overcomplicate it—just like taking travel photos, make the image clear and that's enough.

Of course, there's still plenty of time—she has a whole week to prepare.

She just got off the plane, and earlier she showed off her figure in the live stream—no need to take photos anymore today.

Wait until tomorrow morning after waking up, then shoot a few sets of beach walk photos facing the sunrise—should be both beautiful and sensual.

"Boss, didn't you say before you wanted to film something like *The Manchester by the Sea*? When are you starting?"

Su Yu pulled over a chair and lay down beside Luo Quan; at this moment she also lost her playful mood, her tone turning serious.

"That film has quite a few snowy scenes, so we have to wait until winter to shoot."

Luo Quan lowered her head to look at her phone, then looked up at Su Yu and said: "What, you're idle and bored and also want to find a film to shoot?"

"If there is, of course we can shoot it." Su Yu hehehed with a laugh.

"Wen Xia, are you coming?" Luo Quan turned to her friend and asked.

"I'm fine with it—more people means more fun." Wen Xia shrugged, indicating she'd follow Luo Quan's lead.

"Your words actually gave me an idea—since more people mean more fun, why not shoot a harem palace intrigue drama? One emperor, over a dozen consorts, all familiar faces by then—acting would be so much more exciting."

Luo Quan suddenly had a crazy idea in her mind: to film *The Story of Yanxi Palace*.

Their company doesn't have many artists, but they're all female artists, and each is a top-tier beauty—basically able to cover all the major female roles in *The Story of Yanxi Palace*.

Of course, Luo Quan can't play roles like the Empress or Zhen Huan—her appearance makes it easy to get typecast.

But she could add a role.

Simply fabricate a foreign tributary consort, bestow her a name like Consort Xiang Luo Fei Elizabeth or something—this way, since she won't be typecast, she can still have a presence in the plot.

"Palace drama?"

Wen Xia heard Luo Quan's idea and nearly laughed out loud: "Luo Bao, this theme is from how many years ago? Nobody watches this anymore now—ancient costume, xianxia, modern idol dramas are the mainstream."

"But isn't the core just about falling in love? Palace dramas are also about love—over a dozen women fighting over one man, a tearing-apart battle—wouldn't that scene be more explosive than those petty little love dramas?"

Luo Quan paused, then continued: "And perhaps you think nobody watches it because in recent years, this genre has been filmed so poorly that's why no one does."

"As long as I film a masterpiece, won't this trend just be kicked back into gear?"

"But isn't the current public opinion also not favorable?" Su Yu said with some concern: "Nowadays netizens seem to all dislike palace dramas—if we film one, won't we get scolded?"

"And harem favoritism struggles—really won't we get attacked by feminist warriors?"

"These are all minor issues."

Luo Quan waved her hand, speaking seriously: "If it's just purely filming harem favoritism, with content too superficial, then sure, it'll definitely get scolded."

"But if we add political intrigue elements, plus satire of feudal despotism, plus family-country sentiment and love's choices—these are all very conducive to elevating the theme."

"But does such a script really exist?" Wen Xia racked her brain but couldn't figure out what kind of TV drama this was.

"Just trust me—I'll hand you the script later."

Luo Quan said this, her mind already imagining what the visual style would be like if *The Story of Yanxi Palace* were combined with *In the Name of the People* 1566 of the Great Ming Dynasty.

From the scheming of cabinet ministers and court officials, turning into a power struggle among the harem consorts—as long as the dialogue is deep enough, Luo Quan believes this TV drama will not only avoid scolding, but might even be lifted to a divine altar.

"Never mind the script—then who will play the male lead?" Wen Xia raised a soul-searching question.

The emperor, a role almost second to none in importance in a harem drama—how to choose from a company full of women?

Although the female artists in the company are all from the acting school, even with Luo Quan and Wen Xia being such film queens, to play cross-dressing, especially as the emperor—however one thinks about it, it feels somewhat awkward.

"I just heard you say you're lacking someone to play the emperor!"

At this moment, Gao Liang suddenly jumped out, eyes bright with eagerness to try, and asked.

Luo Quan looked at her brother, laughing and crying at once, and said: "Forget it—how could you let a foreigner play the emperor? In the drama, just have you play my brother, a noble brother sent from the British Empire's acting circle to marry my sister."

"Playing my older sister's brother—this is actually quite fresh." Gao Liang also knew the emperor role was likely out of his reach, so he wasn't particularly disappointed.

Moreover, his role isn't bad either—my older sister's brother, with a kind of upside-down heavenly gang joy.

Just don't know how much screen time he'll get.

"As for the Emperor's candidate, do you still remember Zhao Xilin, the Cannes Best Actor who played Cheng Dieyi before?"

Miss Luo Quan brought up a name not heard in a long time, and immediately everyone recalled it.