So Mu Qiu sat up, ready for Guan Yu and Ye Mian to make their efforts to get closer.
The sun had gradually risen above their heads, brilliant sunlight sparkling on the ocean surface.
Mu Qiu's chin was half hidden in her Mahjong attire, tilting her head slightly with her mouth open to catch her breath, the mic was nearby, any loud breathing would cause issues.
Her forehead was already sweaty, beads of sweat forming at the tip of her nose. She reached out with difficulty to wipe it, and shouted to Guan Yu and Ye Mian.
"Come on! I'll try to stay steady!"
Guan Yu and Ye Mian approached from a distance on both sides, first from her side. After grabbing her hands, the angle between them slowly changed from a straight angle to an obtuse one.
"Three of bamboo, I feel there's a mysterious force trying to break us apart."
"...Well, then this mysterious force is really doing us a favor. Four of circles, what are you doing?"
