A new undercover unit is created by the FBI to infiltrate the inner circles of illegal art dealing.
Dylan Wang is a convicted and talented forger that will be forced to pretend to have a relationship with the agent assigned as his keeper, the sweet...
"Cookie! Where are you? We gotta leave!" Dylan trots down the stairs, looking everywhere for Yue. "Cookie!!!"
"Pool!" she answers when she notices he is frantic.
What the heck is she doing in the pool when we gotta go?! This woman!
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Dylan runs outside and finds Yue mysteriously lying inside the canoe. He stands and watches her from above with his hands on his hips and a quizzical look on his face. "Sweetie?!"
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Yue tilts her head back to look at him and smiles, making Dylan feel an instant tug to his heart. He smiles back, admires her from head to toe and moves to the side to help her out of the canoe. "Come on, cookie. Let's go."
Yue takes his extended hands and Dylan lifts her up. Since Yue almost loses her balance when the canoe shifts under her feet, Dylan wraps one arm around her waist and pulls her to his chest.
As if it were the first time getting lost in each other's eyes, their hearts begin to beat faster and their mouths journey towards one another.
Inevitable.
A short and delicious kiss later, Dylan runs his hands through Yue's hair and gazes at her with devotion. "You're so beautiful, sweetie." He takes a step back, holds one of Yue's hands, lifts it above her head and makes her spin around. Yue giggles as she feels her husband's eyes devouring her, her dress twirling and waving.
However, when Yue has stopped in front of him again, Dylan frowns and Yue bends her head to the side, wondering what is wrong.
"Cookie..." Dylan stoops and whispers in her ear: "You're not wearing a bra..." His hand travels to the laced straps on her chest and slowly starts pulling at one side to untie them.
"Stop it," Yue mutters back, her tone unconvincing. "I'm finally not breastfeeding anymore," she explains as an excuse for going commando under her dress, as if that made sense.
"Are you trying to keep my attention on you at all times at the event?" Dylan asks, arching an eyebrow.
Yue shrugs, feigning ignorance. "I don't know what you're talking about."
