The Bahamas, located east of American Florida, is the only place in the world with naturally pink sandy beaches. The scenery is extremely beautiful, and many people with fair skin choose to come here for their honeymoon after getting married.

At this very moment, Kevin Clark is swimming freely in the sea wearing only swim trunks, while not far away on the pink beach is a group of people he brought over in batches.

There are a lot of people on the pink beach, mostly fair-skinned, with some people of dark skin, and only a few with yellow skin.

The reason for coming here today is that after Eric Bennett was thrown in to swim last time, he found the scenery here truly beautiful, and the atmosphere was great, so he suggested having another mixer with the girls.

“Look, look…” Eric Bennett licked his lips, looking like a total perv: “If you ask your bro Xin, Lauren still has the best figure—curves where there should be curves, perky where it should be perky, flat where it should be flat.”

“Not as pretty as Grace.” Brian Carter was practically drooling: “Look at Grace’s smile, it’s so beautiful…”

John Harris was holding a magazine, introducing fun places and good food on the island. He put away the magazine and looked at the girls playing around, grinning: “They’re all pretty, every single one.”

The sky was so blue, and some slowly drifting white clouds looked just like cotton candy.

The bright sunlight wasn’t too harsh, and the cool, slightly salty sea breeze blew in waves, while the leaves of the coconut trees by the shore made a “~~” sound, as if greeting people.

The pink beach was quite large. Besides some obvious tourists, most were newlyweds here for their honeymoon, and others were taking wedding or artistic photos.

“Damn, that guy’s walking over!” Eric Bennett was talking about a very sunny-looking, tall, strong, blond, fair-skinned man. He stood up, patted the sand off his butt, and called out, “Let’s go!”

There were quite a few girls this time. In addition to the five who attended the last mixer, Lily Lee, Sophie Smith, and Olivia White had joined as well.

According to Eric Bennett, aside from the men from dorm B210, no other males would be brought along, but the more girls the better—when there are enough girls, there’s always one willing to be the “cabbage” for a “pig” to root.

“Hi, Beautiful girls…” Some random extra appeared, wearing what he thought was a charming smile and striking a pose full of masculine hormones: “Would your like to have a beautiful encounter?”

Lauren had been having fun, but when the ball she threw was caught and stepped on by a stranger, and he kept chattering, she asked, “What’s this barbarian babbling about?”

“He’s just complimenting us on our looks,” Megan Reed translated seriously. “He’s asking if we’d like to have a beautiful encounter.”

“Oh, so you’re beauties from the East.” The extra gave a gentleman’s bow and spoke in heavily accented Chinese: “Eastern beauties love Western handsome guys, I heard you’re very willing to sleep with us. Who wants to be the first to accompany me?”

“You, you, you!” Megan Reed had wanted to keep translating to boost her presence, but was surprised the extra could speak Chinese, and then exploded at his words: “What you’re talking about are brainless girls!”

“What’s a brainless girl? Is it a sexy beauty as pretty as you?” The extra was getting too much screen time, teasing: “I heard Eastern beauties are even willing to accept black men, that’s why I worked hard to learn Chinese. I went to the East for a week, and over thirty beauties were willing to sleep with me. They were all very happy. According to an island country in the East, they’re very willing to be ‘meat toilets.’”

Eric Bennett came running over and, with a flying kick, sent the extra rolling away, then stood up and said, “Who the hell are you?”

The kicked extra rolled a few times and seemed a bit dazed.

Brian Carter and John Harris arrived a bit later, out of breath from running, and after stopping, looked around as if searching for something.

“The beach,” John Harris said seriously, “no bushes.”

“Yeah!” Brian Carter replied earnestly, “No bushes means our combat power drops by at least seventy percent.”

The extra came to his senses, stood up, and started shouting in some bird language, loudly calling for someone.

“Eric Bennett, that kick just now was awesome!” Megan Reed said happily. “I wonder if Xiao Li recorded it.”

“Data is too expensive, so I’m not livestreaming. But since it’s rare to go abroad, I’ve been recording all along.” Sophie Smith said with a smile, “I’ll edit it into a video when we get back. So many girls in bikinis, and maybe a fight coming up—this will definitely earn a lot of likes!”

Eric Bennett noticed a dozen or so people approaching from afar, and instinctively moved closer to Brian Carter and John Harris, signaling the girls to hide behind the three of them.

“Wait, what did that barbarian mean?” Lauren wasn’t nervous at all, but instead asked curiously, “He said something about Eastern ‘meat toilets’ really liking to do it with him?”