In the hum of the motorboat's engine, Dubian Che snapped back to reality.
He reached out his hand, and Kiyono Lin's slender fingers clutched his, the other hand bracing against the deck.
Together, they exerted effort, and she tore herself from the embrace of the sea.
The smooth expanse of her back came into view for Dubian Che.
Her fair, translucent skin, the light blue swimsuit clasp;
A hint of a defined waistline at the edge of her swimsuit, just revealing the vest line;
On her rounded, firm legs, droplets of water cascaded...
In that instant, Dubian Che truly believed that beauty, to a certain extent, could make one forget to breathe.
'Why, when I first met her, did I only find her pretty and feel nothing else?' Dubian Che pondered, trying to divert his attention.
The ladies approached on their motorboats.
"You fled the battlefield, you've lost, Lin," Jiutiao Meiji said, looking down on Kiyono Lin from her lofty perch.
